"Yes. Follow through. That's a thing. Do it, or else I'll pout. And also leave the top door open tonight so you can hear Tony scream through the night while I blissfully sleep through it. This is a real threat." It was not a real threat, even if it was something he could feasibly do.
Mostly because he wasn't an asshole. Also there was no world in which Bucky would get him all fired up and then decide to Nope out of the situation either. Which was obvious, considering all the places and ways they stashed lube around the house.
Honestly, they were like a couple of lovesick teenagers sometimes. Except, unlike teenagers, they were actually good at kissing and sex. Being in their thirties was fucking awesome.
Clint practically wriggled further onto Bucky's fingers -- never afraid of a little stretch and burn when it was for a good cause. "Fuck. Yep. This is the only outcome of a snowball fight," he decided. They were the only winners in town, so far as he was concerned.