"Bed time." the archer's voice was firm, serious as he stood before the large desk of his lover. He was also kind of his boss, but details like that were of little meaning anymore.
"I'm working, Clint. I've no time at all for silly things like bed. Besides, I'm not even tired." Harry barely looked away from his papers until Clint came around and took them from his hands.
"Oh? Really? Not tired? I'll have to fix that then, won't I?" he smirked and when Harry moved to grab his things again Clint shoved him so his chest was pressed to the desk. Pinning there by one of his gloved hands gripping tight to the back of his shirt and his other sliding down to run his palm over his ass until his fingers could curl and cup the balls wrapped snugly in the tighty whiteies his lover preferred to wear.
"Nngh! Damn, Clint! I am being seri-Ooooooous!" he cut off with a moan. Cock already getting hard.
"I'm going to let you go. And you're going to have just enough time to pull your pants down before I fuck you." Clint said.
"Language." Harry snapped. Not that he didn't curse himself. But he always thought a mouth as pretty as Clint's shouldn't utter anything so foul. Still, his hands worked quickly. Opening his belt and pants and shoving them and his underwear down in time for Clint to come up behind him and slam into him.
"AGH! Nngh.. Jesus, Barton. How is it you always make me feel like a damn virgin every time?" he grunted, one hand clawing at his desk and the other hand happily clasping onto Clint's hand while his other gripped his hair, tugging his head back.
"Because I let a lot of time pass between taking you like this and also my dick is just really huge." he joked and Harry laughed.
"Mmm.. Yes.. Well.. I can't fucking deny the truth in that." he snorted then yelped as his hair was pulled.
"Language." Barton smirked and Harry squeezed himself tight around him in defiance.
"What's that you usually say when I say that to you? Right, fuck you!" Harry groaned, panting as Clint picked up a harsh, powerful pace.
"Mmmmm, maybe in the moaning, boss. I'm kind of busy fucking you right now." he tugged his hair again and thrust even harder. Using a foot to silently urge the other to remove his shoes and helping him out of his pants and underwear fully before yanking his cock from him.
"NNnah! Hey! Clint-" he was cut off as Barton yanked him into a kiss. Balancing Harry on the edge of the desk and spreading his legs wide. Holding him from under his knees as he slammed into him again. When Harry tossed his head back to moan, Clint went for his neck. Leaving large, dark marks of ownership all over the soft skin there. Knowing later Harry would have his ass for it, but damn it each bruise was worth it.
"Like that, hmm? My cock inside of you. Aren't you glad I finally decided to start pinning you're handsome ass down and fucking you?" Clint growled against Harry's ear. The man whimpered, giving a shudder and clawing down the backs of Clint's arms.
"Nothing.. Can compare to your love of my cock buried inside of you though." he quipped, silenced with a rough kiss. He growled into it, pressing back. Fighting back as he and Clint fought for dominance over the kiss.
"That so, boss?" Clint grasped his cock with his hand. His fingers were rough, he still had his gloved covering his palms.
"This cock right here? Buried inside me? Better than what we're feeling now?" he smirked, biting Harry's lower lip.
"We'll just have to test that theory tomorrow." he laughed, kissing down to leave more marks. Both were sweaty, Harry's shirt was sticking to his skin in places. Both were breathing hard, and knew they were close.
"I know I'm gonna love finding out." Clint moaned against his ear.
"Maybe almost as much as I love you." he kissed Harry again, this time both groaning into it as they came together. Clint slamming in deep, holding there as he painted his walls with white and Harry making a mess of his shirt.
"You always get me so filthy." Harry mumbled, slowly coming down from his high. Clinging to Clint and trembling as he rest his head on Clint's shoulder and nuzzled into there. Drifting into sleep already.
"Mmm, we can shower later, Harry. Now it's really bedtime." he pulled from him, getting his lover to dress again and tucking away his own cock before scooping Harry into his arms and taking him to their room. Undressing him and himself and crawling into bed after Harry. Clint smiled, enjoying how Harry shifted to use his chest like a pillow. Clint drifting off to sleep shortly after Harry had fallen into light slumber.