Definitely mixed messages, but that was okay, because Clint didn't feel particularly confused about it. The grip on his hair was enough to keep him exactly where he was, swallowing as best he could without choking or gagging again. That only sort of worked, but the end result of not having a further mess in the kitchen (or on himself) was definitely worth it.
Eventually though, he felt the need to inhale in a bigger way than his nose could handle and he begged off a bit, freeing up his mouth as he went. "Fuck," he managed after a beat, sounding wrecked.