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the shipping picture prompt meme
SIMILAR TO THE PICTURE PROMPT MEME & THE SMUT PICTURE PROMPT MEME ONLY FOR SHIPPING.

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"You should start wearing your ring more often and not just when we're together." He didn't know that so many people were interfering with Clint's personal life. He didn't like it. "And you can tell the press if you want. I wouldn't mind more people knowing you're taken."

"I wear it around my neck." Clint points out kissing Phil, "Get's caught on the bow string, pretty sure you like all my fingers right wear they are. But I will scream about being married to you from the top of the Empire State Building if you'd let me." He smiles a little more. "Why shouldn't they know I've got a bad ass husband." He gives a slight eyebrow lift.

"I know." He always looks for the chain Clint wears to make sure his husband is wearing his ring even when he can't wear it on his finger. It's a nice reminder. "Then the next interview you have that asks about your romantic life tell them you're married to another agent."

"They assume it's Nat." he points out with a laugh kissing Phil again as the song moves to something a little faster. "I'll tell them I am married to a sexy man beast of an agent." He smirks a little hands moving to grope Phil a little.

"Then tell them you have a husband. They'll assume you mean Bruce." He jumps just a little at the sudden groping. He hadn't expected that which was really just ridiculous on his part. He is with Clint and Clint likes to feel him up.

"I could see it." He teases a little. "The hulk does like me." He laughs hand moving away slightly as he leans in for a brief kiss.

He shakes his head and darts in for a longer kiss. "I don't think the Hulk is your type." Though maybe Bruce is. Phil isn't sure how he feels about that.

"No he's not, and well I married my type. My type being Shield agents name Philip J Coulson." he smiles softly against Phil's lips. He really can't be bothered to care about the scene they must make or what ever pictures might be being taken. He wants people to know how much he loves this man.

"Don't call me Phillip." But he cups Clint's face in his hands and kisses him deeply, with the same tenderness and love like he did at their wedding. He figured by tomorrow the pictures would be all over the internet and the whole world would know but he was willing to face that sort of media frenzy because he had Clint and in the end that was all that mattered to him.

Clint kisses back slow and easy and some where he can hear Tony yelling about getting a room, Thor Cheering and some probably traumatized ducklings loudly raising their eyebrows.

He loves this man, he'd never thought in a million years he'd have something this good in his life. When he thought he lost Phil he had damn near destroyed him. When he'd gotten him back he promised never to take what they had for granted again.

"Should we get a room?" he asked against Clint's lips, smirking slightly. The Tower had plenty of rooms to choose from if they wanted to sneak away.

He wasn't usually so brazen but there was nothing Phil enjoyed more than getting one over Stark. If it drove him crazy then it was a good thing in Phil's book.

"Do you wanna get a room boss?" He asks smiling a little, "Drag me outta here, then come back later... they'd know." He grins a little more leaning his forehead against Phil's.

He wasn't usually so daring or obvious about things but he really couldn't resist. "Let's go find a room." He pulled Clint off the dance floor towards the elevator.

"You know technically I have a floor here." He laughs pulling Phil close one they make it to the elevator and kisses him hard and deep. Pushing a button that that has a bow and arrow on it, everyone has a picture button in the private elevator in the tower.

"I prefer our apartment." It was theirs. They had decorated together and lived in it together. They had made it their home more than the floor that was really designed for Clint alone.

He leaned back against the elevator wall, pulling Clint with him to keep kissing and making out as the elevator rose to the right floor.

"Yeah home is better than anything." He laughs brightly against Phil's lips before kissing him back deeply pressing against Phil. Kissing a trail from the man's lips to his neck scraping the skin there with his teeth.

"You keep that up and we won't make it to your floor." He slid his hands down to Clint's ass. He squeezed hard and pulled him in tight to grind against his hip.

"Wouldn't be the first time we haven't made it to a bed, probably wouldn't be the last..." He laughs softly before setting back to work to giving Phil a hickey.

The doors finally open, Clint's floor is almost at the top of the tower, a full wall of windows with probably the best lines of site in the tower.

It's still furnished from before Phil and Clint moved in together, but all of the personal touches that had been there are pretty much gone. Save for a few that remain to make it feel like home when he has to stay here.

"Bedroom now."

Phil had almost forgotten how impressive the view was. He noticed it for about half a second then took Clint by the hand and dragged him out of the elevator towards his bedroom.

"You've always tested my patience, agent," he said with obvious affection. Unlike other handlers, Clint had never gotten on his nerves. That was why Fury put them together in the first place. Phil was able to adjust and handle Clint.

Fury probably didn't think they'd fall in love and get married but it worked out in the end.

"View later sex now." He laughs pulling off his own clothes on the way to the bedroom, just leaving them in the hall. "What are you going to do about that huh?" He smirks bouncing back on to the bed pulling Phil down for a long kiss.

"What about sex in front of the view?" There was something very appealing about the idea of having Clint bent over in front of the spectacular view of New York. The implied idea that someone could see them was also very appealing.

He tumbled down on top of Clint and kissed him deeply. "Help me with my clothes," he muttered against Clint's lips. He wanted Clint's hands all over him.

"Oh sex in front of the view sounds good too." Clint nods, working the buttons open in Phil's shirt kissing newly exposed skin as it becomes available.

"But not right now." He slid down Clint's body, kissing down the center of his chest and stomach. Without another word he slid his mouth over Clint's dick and sucked him deep into his throat.

"Holy fucking shit." Clint cruse surprised, someone's getting right down to business, his hips jump a little but he stills them as best he can with the hot wet heat around his dick.

He reaches down and brushes his fingers through Phil's hair, not pushing or guiding just there. "Best anniversary ever..."

He squeezed Clint's hips to let him know it was okay if he wanted to move. Phil could take Clint fucking his mouth if that was what he wanted. He loved the silky glide of his cock in and out of his mouth. His oral fixation was firmly at work as he sucked and licked at Clint's cock.

I tagged the other one as well but the code push happened and notifs went down so idk if you got it.

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