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Clint Barton is going back to bed. (today_sucks) wrote in snapthread,

"Didn't you know?" Clint asked playfully even as he stretched himself out over the sheets -- wanton and at least a little bit ridiculous about it because playing coy wasn't really something that Clint was good at. "I'm a cruel man. That's basically my middle name. Clint Cruel Barto--oh!"

There was no keeping it up, not when Bucky got down to some real facts business with his fingers (and look, he had really nice hands in general. Long fingers, dexterous in ways that most people weren't, and if practice made perfect, Bucky was using them at some godly levels these days) and leaned down to kiss him at the same time.

Clint obviously kissed back -- clinging to Bucky with one arm even while he rolled his hips, an urgent prompt for more even while he reached between the both of them in order to get his own hand on Bucky's dick. There wasn't any rush, mind, but sometimes he couldn't help but feel a little frantic with want.