And Jamie wasn't helping because he was definitely stroking Clint's poor, tortured cock through his jeans. He broke the kiss to trail a line along his boyfriend's jaw, murmuring against his skin, "Poor Clint. So hard and wanting. And I have no plans to give you relief any time soon. Because I'm hungry as fuck." He started working a dark mark onto the curve of Clint's neck, wanting everyone to know he was spoken for, damn it.