Clint let out a contended sigh. It was often they got to do this, got to lie together and bask in the afterglow. Normally they were running from mission to mission, Phil snowed under with paperwork. But right then, right there, there was nothing but the two of them and Clint loved every single moment. Phil was lounging beside him, lying close enough that Clint could rest his head on the other man's thigh. He was certain if he was a cat he would be purring, very loudly, at the way Phil was absently stroking his hair as well. It was a strangely comforting gesture and he'd noticed Phil did more than normal whenever one of them managed to come back slightly more banged up than normal.
"You still with me, Barton?" chuckled Phil, pausing in his petting of Clint's hair to ruffle the short strands a moment.
"Still here, Boss," replied Clint sleepily. He stifled a yawn and blinking his eyes a few times he tilted his head back so he could look at Phil properly. He gave him a slight smirk asking, "Why d'ya ask?"
"You were practically purring," smiled Phil bending from the waist to brush a kiss over Clint's forehead.
"Was not," play pouted Clint, although the way he snuggled closer to Phil ruined the look.
"Hmmm," Phil drew back and narrowed his eyes a moment. Tilting his head to one side he regard Clint a moment then shifting position he gently laid Clint's head back onto the pillow and slipped off the bed, musing, "You still look a little peaky. I think we need to get you some more fluids."
"Awww no!" protests Clint, the pout far from playful this time, "Phil, no, please! Those rehydration drinks are rank and they taste like crap."
"I wasn't thinking rehydration," replied Phil firmly as he turned back towards the bed regarding Clint with a strange look, "I was think more about something to help get your energy levels up, you still look tired."
"Oh god nononono!" exclaimed Clint now sitting propped up on his elbows staring at Phil with something akin to rebellion in his eyes, "Not protein shakes those things are even…"
"Are you questioning me?" asked Phil gently, his voice disturbingly calm.
Clint bit his lower lip and blew out a hard breath through his nose. He knew they were in the middle of a scene, admittedly a gentle one, but still they were mid scene and he had just very blatantly argued against his dom. He dropped his eyes a moment then glancing up at Phil he shook his head and murmured, "No Sir."
"Hey," called Phil leaning over and sliding a finger under Clint's chin, forcing him to look up, "Relax, I'm not angry." He held Clint's glaze before pulling pack and letting Clint sink back down to the mattress.
"So, what did you have in mind?" asked Clint, his voice catching slightly in his throat as to his surprise Phil pulled his t-shirt off over his head. Subconsciously licking his lips Clint let his eyes roam over the rare treat of seeing Phil's bare torso.
"I was thinking of giving you a protein drink," explained Phil gently his thumbs catching in the waistband of his joggers.
Clint wrinkled his nose but stayed quiet for once. His silence and lack of reaction made Phil chuckle. He waited until Clint looked back up before winking at the now confused asset. Not breaking eye contact he started to ease the waistband of his jogger down only pausing when they were resting had way down his hips.
There was a very unmanly gurgle from the bed and then Clint yelped, "Oh god yes!"
Phil laughed out loud then ordered, "Hands back on the lower bar and no touching."
Clint mewed loudly but obeyed grasping the brass runner and settling into position as ordered. Phil nodded and leaning down he pressed a soft kiss against Clint's lips murmuring, "Good boy."
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Clint braced his feet flat on the mattress, flexing his back slightly as he waited for Phil to take position. For a few moments Phil simply gazed at him, the all-seeing eyes roaming over Clint's body like it was a lost treasure.
"Come on hurry it up. You're killing me here," murmured Clint with a salacious smirk, wriggling his body suggestively.
"For someone who can spend hours lying statue still in the middle of nowhere, you are surprisingly impatient," chided Phil with a fond chuckle as he stepped out of his joggers.
"Yeah well that's work, this," grinned Clint, "This is pleasure." He didn't even bother to hide the leer in his voice as he finally got to see Phil in all his glory for the first time since returning from the mission.
"Glad to hear that," replied Phil moving closer to the bed. He gripped the top rail and then very carefully swung his leg over so he could straddle Clint's chest. He paused asking seriously, "Are your shoulders ok to do this?"
"God yes," breathed Clint arching up, his tongue already wetting his lips in anticipation for the treasure that was about to his.
Phil hummed under his breath then slowly lowered himself down so he was resting on Clint's chest. Clint sighed happily and arching slightly he gazed up at Phil and smiled. Phil smiled back and caressing Clint's hair he slid a hand under Clint's head cradling it gently. Clint didn't resit he simply let Phil manoeuvre him into the perfect position. The normally far seeing eyes were now half hooded with pleasure as Phil rested the tip of his cock on Clint's lower lip.
"Ready?" asked Phil, his free hand stroking his own shaft rubbing it gently over Clint's mouth.
"Yes sir," breathed Clint obediently opening his mouth.
Phil let out a long low breath and he eased himself into the wet heat of Clint's mouth. Barely suppressing a groan he closed his eyes trying to bring himself back under control. He wanted this to last, he wanted for it to be as slow and leisurely as possible but it seemed Clint had other ideas. Hollowing his cheeks around Phil's length, he sucked and licked, putting every ounce of his attention into servicing Phil. His hands tightened around the lower run, his instinct screaming out for him to let go and grab hold of Phil's backside. For him to try and take over the rhythm but he knew he couldn't let go, so instead he gripped as hard das he could.
"Open your eyes," ordered Phil his voice surprisingly breathless.
Clint obeyed staring straight up at Phil as the older man bucked into his mouth. Locking their gaze Phil smiled and, arching his back, he pushed a little deeper allowing himself just full thrust touch. He felt Clint's throat constrict and the moment he sensed any discomfort he pulled back, ignoring the whine of disappointment.
"Easy," soothed Phil his fingers flexing against Clint's hair, "Don't want you to over exert yourself, you're still not one hund…"
"I'm fine!" hissed Clint pulling back just long enough to speak before diving straight back down Phil's length sucking even hard this time as if trying to distract Phil.
"Nice try," chuckled Phil easing back, leaving only the tip of his cock resting on Clint's lower lip, "We're doing this slowly Darling. No, no buts," he corrected as Clint started to grunt in disappointment. He stroked Clint's cheek before easing himself back in and slowly started to rock his hips back and forth, drawing out the most delicious sounds of delight from a now pliant and totally submissive Clint.
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Arching as he came, Phil gave two stuttered grunts, then slumped forward, his forehead resting against his arm as he tried to regain his breath. Clint slowly relaxed his grip on the lower bar and finally reached out, his hands flaring over Phil's hips offering some much needed support to.
"I said no touching," panted Phil trying to sound more together than he really was.
"Tough, I don't fancy you landing on me when you collapse," chuckled Clint leaning up to brush a kiss over Phil's stomach as it hovered over his head.
"You never could follow orders all the way through," huffed Phil, although he did nothing to dislodge Clint's hands from his backside.
"Nope, bad me," grinned Clint. He was still licking his lips looking for all the world like the proverbial cat that got had literally just got the cream.
Phil gave a little chuckle then he swung his leg over and settled down beside Clint. Clint smiled up at him, the smile morphing into a grin when Phil leant down and brushed a kiss over his lips before kissing him properly.
"I liked that," murmured Clint as they broke for air.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," smiled Phil loving the relaxed contentment visible in Clint's face
"Yeah now see if medical prescribed that instead of those icky protein shakes I might not run away from them so often?"
"You want SHEILD medics to prescribe you blowjobs?" asked Phil pulling back slightly to regard the sleepy archer.
"No," grumbled Clint, "No, not just blowjob, blowjobs with you. Only you," he blinked then staring up at Phil he breathed, "Wouldn't want anyone else but you."
Phil swallowed stunned by the naked emotions visible in Clint's eyes. Biting his lower lip he hesitated before asking, "What colour are you thinking of?"
"Do you even need to ask?" drawled Clint, giving him the laziest sexiest smirk ever seen, "It's green. It's always green for you."
TBC