bakerstreet | Sunday Smutty Sunday

Bucky laughs against the tight ring of muscle as he works his tongue against it his human hand brushing a long the length of Clint's cock.

"What do you want tonight?" He asks before his head dips back between Clint's legs tongue brushing along Clint's balls before going back to working his boyfriend open.

He makes a series of noises between low moans and pitched almost whines, tugging at Bucky's hair.

"Nng... it's like noon--" Because there's still a little snark left in him. "But right now you need to put your dick in me, and we'll see about tonight."

"I'm sorry I said the wrong word with my tongue in your ass..." He laughs brightly nipping at Clint's thigh, and kissing his way back up the archers body. "Where's the lube?" He asks propping himself up on his metal arm, his other hand reaching between Clint's legs his two fingers drumming against Clint's hole.

He's so squirmy right now, you don't even know--

"I had some in my pocket." He arches again, huffing out a gasping breath. "Not sure where is it--"

"Gonna have to go find it..." He murmurs kissing Clint's neck and starting to pull back, he's not going in dry and spit only goes so far.

He's thankful, as much as he's going to make a show of protesting that Bucky's leaving him, even for a minute.

Clint lets his back drop against the blankets again, exhaling a chuckle before he props himself up on his elbows to watch him.

"Think we dropped them by the door?"

Bucky laughs and gives Clint another kiss before moving by the front door, and digging through the pile of clothes. He pulls out the small tube and moves back over to the bed.

He drops it by the arches head and covers Clint's body with his own propping himself up on his metal arm, human hand trailing down Clint's chest and back between his legs. Fingers just playing their for a moment, before he takes a moment to slick them. He presses two fingers into the archer to slick him up a little.

His mouth works against Barton's "Tell me when you're ready."

Both of his hands go up into Bucky's hair, heels digging in so he can lift his hips for him, spreading his thighs to open himself up for slick fingers.

He meets his mouth with a low rumble, slanting in so he can take a kiss. "Just come on and fuck me--." Because he's impatient regardless of how much prep they should do. Regrets were for later anyway.

Bucky pulls his fingers out and slicks himself up with a low groan muffling it into the side of Clint's neck. He lines himself up and starts the slow push in kissing and biting at Clint's neck.

"Nnn..." He gives Bucky's hair a tug, fingers sliding down to the nape of his neck, drawing his nails down along between his shoulderblades before gripping his back.

God he feels so damn good.

Bucky lets out a low groan as he bottoms out, stilling his hips to give Clint time to adjust. "God you feel so good." He murmurs mouthing and nipping along Clint's neck and jaw.

He huffs out a laugh, fingers running back up into his hair so he can tilt Bucky's face up and whisper "mind reader" against his lips before kissing him again, this time with a little more possessive hunger.

"Nah that's not in my skill set..." He laughs before falling into the kiss, and starting a slow roll of his hips finding and easy rhythm. More relaxed then any of their home sexy times, but they finally have more then a night, more then a few minutes, and he wants to draw this out, enjoy it.

Clint lets his head fall back again, moaning out a soft breath as he hooks a leg around Bucky's hip.

He tries his best not to be impatient, because he usually likes it hard and fast, but this... this is good too, and he tries to move against the slow slide, angling his hips up in return and shaking each time Bucky's cock rubs just right.

"I at least think 'fucking' is." He grins before his face goes slack with a wash of pleasure.

"I'll make sure to put it on my resume, with you as a ref." He laughs and groans, his pace is a little harder but not faster, trying to find the right angle with his hips.

He sucks a bruise onto Clint's collar bone, working a hand between them to take Clint in his human hand, giving slightly firmer strokes.

He lets Bucky know when he's found the spot each time, the dragging pressure is enough to coax a little sound from him. "Nh.." And he reaches between them to fit his fingers between his partner's own, slowing the hand on his (now painfully hard) cock.

"I'm not gonna last if you keep that up--" Not that it wouldn't be great to just let go, but Bucky's stamina is a great deal better than his.

Bucky stops stroking hand moving to the side of Clint's neck and he kisses them, "Kind of the point..." Bucky says but what ever he was going to say gets lost for a moment in a wave of pleasure that washes over him.

He's so damn pretty like that.

Clint bumps their foreheads together, taking a few more lazy kisses, feeding him moans as his own hips flex up in time to keep the rhythm going. He'd like to think he could do this all day if the pace is good-- and maybe they deserve it but.

"God Buck-- just like that."

Bucky groans as Clint moves his hips with his smiling agains the skin of Clint's next at the archers words. He does his best to keep the angle of his hips where it has Clint calling out like that.

He kisses a trail back to Clint's mouth nipping at Clint's lower lip a little. "Pretty sure I love you birdbrain..." He says warmly.

He grins against his mouth and turns his hand up to draw his palm up Bucky's side, curling around his shoulder to pull them close. "Pretty sure I know." He has to give it that roguish edge, even if his words are laced with soft affection.

His other hand draws down to grab Bucky's ass. "Let me ride you." It's not really good warning before Clint braces himself and makes an effort to flip them both.

Bucky laughs his hands going to Clint's hips at they roll over helping a little. "I actually got that reference." He laughs a little hands moving up along Clint's sides.

It wasn't as graceful as he would have liked so he has to reach to reposition himself, rolling his hips down on Bucky's cock again. He likes the angle like this, deeper, more freedom to move.

Both hands brace against his partner's chest and he flexes around him. "Giddyup."

Bucky tosses his head back and laughs softly, popping Clint playfully on the ass with his human hand. "Ride 'em Cowboy..." He grins, "I should get you a hat." He snorts hands moving to rub along Clint's thighs as his eyes close and he lets out a pleased hum. "Fuck... Clint."

He bites his own lip, letting his head fall back with a shaky exhale. "Maybe some of those assless chaps?" Clint grins at the ceiling and starts to move again, slow and easy, tight around him as he draws up and relaxing when he pushes back down, letting Bucky enjoy a little bit of that fine muscle control.

"Mmmfffhhh..." is all Bucky can get out at the feel of Clint around him, he takes Clint back in his human hand, metal still rubbing along the inside seam of Clint's thigh feeling the working muscles their, and starts to stroke in time with Clint's movements, working his own hips up as Clint's come down.

"Thought all Chaps were assless... depending on if you were wearing pants under them or not?"

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