Oh? Kiss? Kisses were great. Clint leaned into it with obvious pleasure, no matter that he'd only just begun to give his jaw a much needed break. Didn't matter, this was better.
Except, maybe, for the fact that leaning forward did not do great things for his own cock, still hard as could be and trapped in denim that felt entirely too tight. It was delicious as it was uncomfortable, and Clint was always a bit vocal when it came to whining, anyway.