fanfic
How Clint Barton managed to top Phil Coulson.

It had been a long night and for once the paperwork was a light load, seeing as the Avengers hadn't gotten themselves into trouble for a while, which had made this one of his easier days. This also meant he could get back home early.
Phil walks up the stairs to his apartment (Stark had offered him a whole floor but Phil had declined the offer; being around the genius billionaire playboy philanthropist was hard enough at work, he didn't want to have to see him on his home schedule as well.)
Phil fumbled around in his pockets looking for his keys and, upon finding them and opening the door, finds a rather shocked clint with his cock in one hand, his phone in the other.
Phil walks through the door and moves closer, toward Clint. "What are you looking at?" Phil questions.
"Uh... It's a secret." Clint giggles.
Phil snatches the phone from him.
"Wait, Phil! Don't look!" Clint squeals.
Phil gasps, blushing intensely, his cock at full attention in seconds.
The picture that Clint was masturbating to was of one of him and... No, it can't be... Who would draw that...? It was a picture of him and Captain America.
"It's called Capsicoul. It's actually a pretty popular Avenger coupling." Clint said as he pulled Phil down onto his knees. "That's only a mild one, there're more... If u like it."
Phil could see what Clint was trying to pull, trying to get him to be the one begging for it for once. Even after knowing that, he looked down at the phone in his hand and swiped his finger across it... His cock jumped again, straining at the fabric.
This one had him and the Captain touching each others cocks, the Captain wearing an especially lewd look on his face.
"You like it, don't you?" Clint whispers in one ear and Phil moans; actually moans. Something that Phil Coulson never does during foreplay. Clint grins "I'll take that as a yes shall I?" He grabs Phil's cock, roughly fucking him with his hand.
"Huh? Clint... What are you doing...? I'm ... I mean ... I thought I ... Was the... Man..." Phil try's to say. Clint puts a finger over his mouth. "Phil... Just this once... Let me top." Phil instantly snaps out of his horny minded daze. "You, top... But Clint, you've never..."
Clint unzips Phil's pants and lets his handlers cock stand to attention and Phil gasps as Clint whispers in his ear; "I bet you'd let Cap do you... Come on, just pretend I'm your precious Cap..." Clint then pulls out a strip of cloth and ties it around Phil's head, clearing his throat a little.
"Agent Coulson!" Clint barks, in his best Cap impression.
Phil's jaw drops; it sounds just like him. " ... Yes?" He manages to squeak.
"Take off your clothes, come here and get fucked by me." Clint grins. This is working a lot better than he had hoped, but Phil hesitates pulling his clothes off, so clint drops the O bomb. "That's an order, solider."
As soon as Phil hears this he moans, standing up and letting his pants slip off, unbuttoning his shirt and removing it. As soon as he's done, Clint grabs Phil by the arm and drags him to the bedroom, pushing him down onto their bed.
Phil moans again as Clint drags his tongue down along the length of his throat, over his collar bone, past his nipples, across his navel and down past his cock, to the tight red bud that was concealed between his two cheeks. Clint spreads Phil like butter, getting a closer look at the bud as it pulses and tightens.
The archer pokes his tongue at it, encircling it then prodding it and circling it again, finally sticking his tongue inside...