That definitely did not go hand-in-hand but Jamie wasn't psychic and so he couldn't argue. He was only glad that all the teasing was gone and now Clint was sucking him off in earnest. His toes curled as his boyfriend took him deep and over and over. His breath quickened, punctuated by soft moans and muttered swear words. But Jamie could feel it building, that heat and pressure that threatened to burn him. He tried to hold it off just for a bit, just to enjoy Clint's mouth a little longer - and he did.
But like all good things, even this had to come to an end, the minutes feeling (for him) like they'd ticked by all too quickly. "Clint," he groaned, the only warning he could manage before tipping over that edge and coming hard. He had to find something to do with his hands or else they'd just end up smacking the counter so they were in Clint's hair again, one pulling and one petting - mixed messages if there ever was one.