"That's cruel," he said with a low chuckle on his lips. Bucky didn't think Clint would actually subject him that sort of torture, but it was funny to think about it even if he'd be the one suffering while his husband slept soundly beside him.
And no, in no scenario would it ever end where Bucky decided to peace out of having sex. Why the hell would he do that? The chemistry between him and Clint was, frankly, off the charts. The desire between them hadn't fizzled over time; it had only ignited to be that much hotter.
There'd never really been any clear indication of how to figure out who won or when the battle was over. That was actually pretty amusing to Bucky but it also was very convenient because it meant they could call themselves the winners if they wanted. And honestly, given what they were doing now, he'd consider that a win regardless. "Mhmm…" He murmured, while sliding his fingers in and out of his husband to keep working those muscles. He sought out Clint's mouth for another hot, fiery kiss.