Jamie couldn't help but look up at that sound, almost in alarmed concern. He searched Clint's face for a long moment before deciding that it wasn't a bad sound and that he didn't need to stop. He rested his forehead against Clint's shoulder as he pressed in deeper until he bottomed out with a soft moan, taking the time to revel in the tight heat of his boyfriend's body.
Fuck, indeed. He turned to press a needy kiss to his boyfriend's lips as his hips started up a slow but firm rhythm of thrusts. Jamie wanted to take his time but he wasn't sure how long he'd be able to keep that going. With one hand braced on the bed, his free hand ran along Clint's thigh, squeezing firmly, just wanting to touch some part of him.