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A/N: This is pure smut, so people who don't like that shit or are uncomfortable with it, please skip this chapter haha. But I'd rather you not!

They staggered to Clint's bedroom. It was the first time they'd ever done any of this in his room. The argument was victorious when Tony breathlessly pointed out they wouldn't have to spend time loosing energy on the stairs or wait in the elevator. Clint grudgingly agreed, and pulled Tony's lips back to ravish them thoroughly. Never having sex in Clint's room somehow made this 'first time' more intimate; the stupid flutter in his stomach amplified.

Tony plastered himself to the other, never wanting to part from the warmth rolling of the blonde. Clint had to pull away from his searching lips many times to be able to walk them another couple metres before Tony pounced, and left their preceding another minute longer.

The door was knocked open. Tony groaned in relief once he hit the bed, falling backwards and letting Clint crawl over top of him. His legs opened right away, a reaction after months of having them yanked to accommodate the bulkier man. He moaned against their clasped lips, attempting to rub his hardening cock against the other's thigh, but got annoyingly held down by a strong grip. He was about to complain, however he got interrupted before he could infuriate Clint into doing what he wanted.

"You are going to be so thoroughly fucked when I'm done with you." He whispered. "I want everything that gets you blabbering incoherently to be done by me. Knowing your poor self-control and lack of capability to stay still, I have half a mind to tie you up." The image did it's fill in arousing him even more; fuck he was such an eager bottom, it was rather embarrassing.

"Yes! Tie me up, I wa-ah! Want it!" He groaned out, and was able to catch Clint's eyes widen in surprise before shifting into its predatory gleam.

"You little slut." He said, fondness creeping into his voice. Tony wanted to laugh at the opposing words to tone, but what came out was a humiliating mewling sound from Clint ripping off his dress shirt and taking a peaked nipple into his mouth. Tony wrapped his legs around the waist in between his legs, and hung on tight, not able to hold himself back from grinding his body against the other males hard on.

"Ah, ah, ah," was mumbled into his chest and the weight left from on top of him. Tony was about to whine impatiently, but the warm body was quickly returned, thought this time, his arms were grabbed at the wrist and yanked to frame his head. Ropes, not handcuffs, ropes were tied around his wrist, fastening them to the headboard. Finished with that, he paused to gaze down at Tony flushed face, eyes smoldering. They flicked back and forth, taking in every feature displayed to him with no reservation, and brought his lips down in a gentle kiss that caused Tony to arch up and yearn to wrap his arms around Clint's neck to pull him down harder.

But Clint was sadistic, the bastard, and pulled away before anything could get heated. He kissed down Tony's neck, halting there to suck deep red hickies into the soft skin. He flicked his tongue against the tender spots and traveled further downwards, over his already abused nipples to lavish his belly button, tongue fucking it lewdly.

The mere thought of what that tongue will probably be doing on his cock was driving him completely mad. The little preshow was making him fucking bothered and his hips were thrusting into empty air in need of some relief. The unsuccessful attempts were making Clint chuckle into his belly that in response, tickled the sensitive area, for Tony barked a sharp laugh.

"Nothing better than-" Tony groaned after Clint went a couple inches lower, tonguing the under the elastic of his underwear and dipping to slide over the skin, looming dangerously close to his erection.

He whimpered and bucked once again after Clint drew back teasingly. He grinned at Tony's pout and must have took slight pity on him since he dropped his head, grabbing Tony's formal suit pants and underwear between his teeth and dragged them, torturing, down his legs. The sight was erotic, and a flush appeared to steal his whole body from the look in Clint's eyes. Hot, dazzled and stunning.

The pants were off, and the archer was climbing back up his body, stopping once his face was perpendicular to his straining cock, he nuzzled directly underneath, licking his upper thigh, and brushing against the swollen member. The light touch was definitely no remedy to his wanting cock.

He bucked, trying to compel the other man into sucking him. Clint ignored it, continuing his splendid but insufficient ravishment on his heated body.

"You have to beg." He said, pausing in his ministrations to smirk up at him. Tony collapsed into the sheets, groaning loudly, adverse to the idea.

He knew he was going to do it anyway, but what was he to do something without a little more fight back. However, he was pretty sure today's fight wasn't going to last very long. Actually, he thinks that complaining was enough, now on with the show!

"Please. Please. Please. Please. Fuck Barton, suck me off!" He pleaded, although made sure there was a little bit of ordering in there along with it. Clint mist have known he wouldn't get anything better and began bending down to lick up the straining length, but something must have bothered him since he stopped abruptly.

"Almost had it sweetheart. However, something isn't quite right." Frustration gnawed at his insides, and he turned the exclamation over and over in his head, coming up with nothing.

"You'll have to tell me hot stuff, my brain's to fucking fried to think right now, you tiger, you!" Acknowledging the archer's sexual prowess was undoubtedly a good addition to getting the answer he wanted.

Turns out, he wasn't as complete dumbass when on the edge of blowing up from blowjob denial.

"My name, say my name." His name? But he did say the dude's na-oh…

"Urgh! Clint! Please! Put your mouth on me! Ah-ah make me lose my mind baby!"

"Adequate." Clint said, tone serious. Tony was about to rant so fricking hard if he wasn't half brain dead, but the joking smile on the other's face forced down the blooming scowl threatening to cross his features.

"You're so cute." And god fucking dammit, would he stop that!

"I. Am. Not. AH!" Clint swallowed down his cock in one go, tongue flat against the under shaft and rubbing enthusiastically. Tony mewled and begged and thrust, too far gone to care about how he sounded or looked. He just wanted his fucking release.

Clint pulled up along with a dejected groan from Tony. "No cumming, I want you to save that for my dick in your sweat little ass."

That was not helping the cause!

The archer was quick to get back to work, and Tony wanted nothing more than to curl his fingers into the blonde locks and give Clint a piece of his medicine. To fuck up into that lovely pink mouth until he chocked around his blood-filled cock, brutally pound into the wet cavernous pleasure to effectively gag him, salivating on his shaft.

He pulled away and licked a strip up the side, bottom to tip, and played with the foreskin, tonguing the slit that caused bolts of pleasure to erupt through Tony's body. A familiar feeling was growing in his stomach. He didn't want to stop the occurring pleasure, but knew something much better was going to proceed.

"I'm going to come if you keep doing that." He muttered out, moderately dejected.

Clint stayed with his earlier statement and lifted himself on his hands and knees, moving up Tony's body until his arms were holding him up from beside Tony's hips. He leaned down and captured Tony's lips into an unforgettable kiss, moving perfectly in synch, mouths slack and relenting with a flawless amount of tongue. Tony felt him reach over, the sound of a drawer opening, shuffling, then the sound of plastic crinkling and a dip in the sheets from a tube hitting the bed.

Their lips never departed, he heard the pop of a cap and the squirt of the lube onto long, thick fingers. He felt Clint shift, then his slick fingers met with Tony's twitching hole. He circled the wrinkled edge and probed before finally sinking two inside at once. The shocking extra stretch left a slight twinge; nonetheless, the sensation of being filled prevailed and he was already pushing back into the digits, trying to fuck himself, unsuccessfully.

The next finger came quick and Tony pleaded to get on with it. He was prepared enough, it wasn't like he was a tight virgin; Clint knew that.

The blonde was just as impatient, because as soon as the please departed from Tony's parted, red kissed lips, he was maneuvered his legs over his shoulders and grabbing for the bottle of lube. The minor pain in his legs from his awkward elasticity was ignored, the only thing he could think was that this position was intimate, face to face from beginning to end, no way to escape; Tony had tried pulling on the ropes enough and only their eyes to lead them.

Clint was done lathering his cock with the glossy substance and was setting himself, dickhead pressed against Tony's puckered hole. Without warning, and not like Tony needed one, he thrust in one smooth movement and was sheathed entirely inside his tight heat. A breathless moan escaped from Tony's slack lips and Clint answered it with a pleasured sigh of his own.

Too excited to wait, Clint rapidly began to pound earnestly, his balls slapping against Tony's raised ass and thighs bumping in to the back of those raised in the air. He was supporting himself with his arms on either side of Tony, but dismissed that idea to lying on his elbows, their chest now flushed against each other. The feeling of body against body was exquisite. Tony wasn't used to this, and he was betting Clint wasn't either. He didn't know why he missed out on being so intimate with someone before, it was a whole different feeling. Maybe not as passionate, or amazingly rough, but rather soft, cherishing and warm.

He wanted to do this more often, god.

He was shuffled again, this time for Clint to be able to hit deeper inside him and spot blank into his prostate. They didn't call him the best archer in S.H.I.E.L.D for nothing, because he fucking was. Though that wasn't going to be coming out of his mouth anytime soon.

The deeper penetration was bringing him closer and closer to the edge, he tried to make this acknowledged to Clint, who wasn't listening to a word he said, caught up in his own pleasure. Tony thought it was probably okay to let go, it wasn't like Clint was going to notice or anything.

So he came, and came, and fuck me wasn't that one of the best orgasms he's ever had. There didn't even need the touch of a hand on his cock, sensations burning too strong.

Clint came seconds after, fucking Tony through it and moaning loudly. He stayed inside of the warm body for a couple more minutes, and then pulled out before the condom could start to leak, tied it up, and threw it blindly into the trash can. Obviously, it hit his mark.

He tugged Tony closer to his heaving chest, almost crushing him from the tight grip he bestowed upon him. He mumbled something into Tony's hair, and he cocked an ear exhibiting his lack of hearing.

The man only shook his head and mumbled something else, that Tony was sure wasn't what came out of his mouth to begin with.

"Let's sleep and get ready for the eventful morning waiting for us at the breakfast table." Tony wanted to pry so much, but held himself back. Mostly because he was too tired to argue. Also, very deep down, because he knew Clint didn't want to repeat what he had said.

So all he did was nod and fell asleep into the strong arms of the one who both made him miserable and abundantly happy those last months of pure fucking torture.

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