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The door closed behind Clint with a light click. He stared at Tony's back, who was standing still in the middle of the room, waiting for something.

That something was Clint.

He walked up to him slowly, torturing, letting the brunette here every slow footstep. He halted when he was just a couple feet away; his warm exhales hitting the back of Tony's neck and making him shiver lustfully. His hand came up to trail a finger down the spine before him, watching it arch so prettily. A smirk came over Clint's features and with one hungry growl, spun Tony around to face him and lifted him up into his arms, his squeal amusing him to no end. It was always so… gratifying to see and hear the big bad Tony Stark so debauched.

The next stop was the bed, where he threw him boldly, and watched him bounce, once, twice, then joined him, crawling up over top of the billionaire.

"Don't talk about that asshole in my presence again." He snarled, worrying the skin between Tony's jugular and neck. He held himself up to glance at Tony's reaction, and frowned at the innocent expression displayed.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he told him, angelic, a self-satisfied smirk peeking at the corner of his mouth.

Clint leaned down to bite harder at the liar's neck. "You think you're so coy," he mumbled against the skin. Tony bucked and moaned at the slight pain, but Clint didn't let up. "So righteous, assured. Although you belong to me, you're mine." The last word was hissed in the brunette's ear, and Tony couldn't help but mewl out a response.

"Yes, all yours. Show me how much I belong to you. Make me want only you." He shifted, rubbing up against Clint's hardening groin to convoy his words. However, the blonde disapproved of such behavior, and held down Tony's hips, silencing his grouchy objections with a hard kiss, ravaging the others mouth until he was a pile of goo, submitting to Clint's demanding mouth and body. Clint began to kiss down Tony's wanton form, but paused as Tony protested weakly, mumbling unintelligibly.

"Say that again, whore, I can't hear you," Clint panted, arousal clouding his voice.

"I-I just want you to fuck me." Tony repeated a fraction louder. The archer didn't move, waiting calmly for the brunette to say more. Once Tony realized he wasn't going to get any action by staying silent, he shifted awkwardly and tried to elaborate, blushing all the while.

"I don't need preparation, any foreplay. I just want you inside me." As he talked, his voice got lower and lower until, by the end, he was mumbling. Clint saw him swallow nervously at the smug grin that painted the blonde's face, later followed by a leer.

Before Tony knew it, he was flipped over on his back, arm trapped underneath him, and Clint's body pressing down on him, the hard lines of his frame fitting perfectly with those of the billionaire. With no hesitation whatsoever, Tony's pants were pulled down in one quick movement leaving his ass bare. Clint stared down at the two round globes appreciatively, rubbing them between his two strong hands, groping and pulling them apart to have a look at the hidden furled hole. It was still open from the night before, red and swollen, but clenching as if searching for something to fill it. And Clint knew exactly what it wanted.

"I can't wait to fuck this needy little hole." Clint said noisily, not alarmed that anyone could hear him, now that everyone knew. Anyways, he wanted that fucking bastard god of mischief to know exactly who the arrogant billionaire belonged to.

"You don't have to wait." Tony said back, rocking back into the squeezing hands. "I'm all nice and ready for you," He continued, not even trying to have the least bit of decency. "You made me prepared, it wants you, it wants you to pound it hard, so it's sore for weeks, so that every time I sit down, I'll know exactly what you did to me, and what you're going to do over and over and o-" His words were cut off by the sound of ripping, a condom. "I don't- ah- need lube, I'm open enough –mmm-, I want to feel you." He continued, oxygen beginning to lack in his lungs, his sentences becoming clipped.

Clint didn't need any more instructions, and merely rolled on the condom rapidly, holding his cock still and breached the willing body bellow him, air escaping his lungs in one long exhale of ecstasy.

"Ohhh, yeaaah. That's it, you feel so good. So tight." He praised the brunette, who was now gasping and wiggling in his grasp, pushing back against the length inside him to drive it deeper. "You want to fuck yourself on me? Is that it? Well, let's give you your wish." Without pulling out, Clint flipped them so he was lying down on his back with Tony strewn atop of him, thighs either side of his waist, and powerless arms trying, but failing to hold him up from Clint's chest.

"Move! We don't have all day." The blonde taunted, and with a glazed, pleasure-filled glance at Clint's face, Tony began an up and down movement, jerky and feeble, strength lost in his limbs. But with the archer's encouragement, his efforts doubled in performance and he was soon bouncing on the others lap, cock leaking precome and jumping with every one of his downward thrust.

It was good, amazing, however Clint knew, to have the intense orgasm he'd been planning since Tony first started to utter the details about Loki, he needed to take everything in his own hands once again. With one final appreciative view at Tony's moving form, Clint grasped the brunette's hips and slapped one hard thrust upwards, automatically hitting Tony's prostate and causing him to clench around his shaft.

He resumed his place over top of the billionaire and began his punishing thrust inside the clamping hole, both their moans filling the air. The pounding didn't last long, the pent up sexual tension getting the best out of them, and they both quickly came, Tony with a screech and plead and Clint with a couple choice words of "Yes, yes, so good, you're so tight around me, yes, take my come." They slumped together, the blonde pressing his weight down on Tony and making him groan in annoyance and push uselessly at his shoulders.

"Ge'off me." He mumbled against his neck, though contradicted his words by wrapping his legs around the archer's waist.

Clint chuckled. "Mmmm, no."

Tony said something scathing back, but Clint chose to ignore him, and rather decided to enjoy the post orgasm bliss, and nothing else. Certainly not anything that would make him… regret, which he knew he already did. However Tony was so irresistible and made him so fucking jealous. Clint wasn't used to these… emotions. One thing he vowed though, he was going to punch Loki in the face the next time he saw him. Nobody touched what was his. Not that Tony was, you know, his boyfriend or anything, he just cared for his well-being, that's all. Loki only wanted to mess with the billionaire's head and Clint was simply protecting him from and maliciousness the god could have up his sleeve. He certainly didn't have deep feelings or anything and he didn't know how long he could keep on lying to himself.

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