More was steadily becoming an incessant need. More skin, more touch, more contact, just more. It'd been a long time since that had really been a build up for Clint, the coiling need to have and have and have. And he wasn't exactly the sort to stop and think about things, usually just going for what he wanted anyway.
Pulling up from the mark on Kate's neck, leaning into her cheek for a second, Clint turned to seal his mouth over hers again, groaning as the pressure of her hips to his just furthered the burning build of arousal.