Chapter 3 – The Smutty Sequel Part 2

"Where's the bigger bed, Buck?" Clint asked. Bucky scouted quickly, then waved Clint through one of the bedroom doors. Clint nodded approvingly at the massive four-poster. "Like it. Perfect. Pity I didn't bring any restraints."

Skye chuckled against his neck. "I don't think I quite trust you two enough to let you tie me down just yet."

"I was thinking of letting you and Buck tie me down, actually," Clint eased her gently down on the bed and grinned down at her. "Or both of us tying him down. He has to pretend, though, that metal arm rips through anything he wants it to."

The thought of having either of her two very magnificent soulmates tied down was – Skye licked her lips again, and Clint let out another one of those erotic moans, his eyes fastened on her mouth.

"God, you have a beautiful mouth," he said thickly, and then he leaned down and kissed her.

Bucky was right, Skye thought dizzily. Clint did go easy on me before. She'd never been kissed so thoroughly in her life, Clint's tongue dancing erotically with hers, his fingers tugging lightly at her hair before his mouth traced down her throat, nipping and sucking lightly at the soft flesh below her ear. She trembled, her hands exploring his shoulders, feeling all that hot, heavy muscle surge as he moved over her.

"Clint," Skye let out a small mew of his name, and then she opened her eyes and saw Bucky sitting down on the bed beside her, staring avidly at the two of them, eyes dark with hunger, palming his own arousal through his pants. She reached out a shaking hand to him and he grasped it firmly, anchoring her, as Clint kept on kissing and licking her neck, finding erogenous zones she didn't even know she had.

Clint plucked lightly at the hem of her T-shirt, lifting his head. "Skye, may I take this off?"

"Nnngghh," was all she managed to get out, and saw him exchange a very masculine grin with Bucky.

"Was that a yes, sugar?" Clint pressed lightly.

Bucky squeezed her hand gently. "We need to hear you say it, Skye."

"Yes," she gasped. "Yes, take it all off, please, I want you, oh God, please."

"I think we got her a little bit turned on, Buck," Clint said teasingly, easing back off Skye and pulling her shirt up slowly, bending to kiss the exposed skin of her stomach. He found her scars from where Ian Quinn shot her and stopped dead. "Who did this to you?" His voice was suddenly hard as iron.

Bucky scrambled over to look, his expression turning dark.

"Oh," Skye blinked, trying to focus. "A bad guy. Ian Quinn. Owns Cybertek."

"He's not dead?" It was Bucky who asked. Skye shook her head.

"He will be," Clint promised, low and cold and absolutely certain. He exchanged a glance with Bucky. "Is there anyone else we need to kill for you, sugar?"

Ward's name hovered on the tip of Skye's tongue, but she shook her head. "Can we please get back to having sex now and you can think about Avenging later?"

Bucky smiled, elbowing Clint. "You're breaking the mood, jackass."

"Yeah, get your clothes off," Skye pointed at Clint. "I'm feeling vulnerable and outnumbered and I want you two both naked."

"I can live with that," Clint's wicked grin reappeared, and he stood up. "Hey, Bucky, let me undress you so Skye can watch."

"Not going to protest that," Bucky grinned up at Clint as his soulmate pushed him back on the bed.

Skye watched avidly as Clint removed Bucky's boots and socks, and then leaned in to remove his belt. He pulled the leather strap all the way out of the loops and flicked the tongue lightly across Bucky's bare stomach.

"Aah," Bucky's eyes rolled back in his head. His human hand was still clasping Skye's, and it tightened hard. "Do that again. Please."

"Maybe later." Clint glanced at a wide-eyed Skye. "Buck told you some of what I like, so I'll return the favour. He likes a little bit of pain with his pleasure." Another quick flick of the belt, clearly when Bucky wasn't expecting it, provoked a soft, breathy cry and a jerk of Bucky's hips.

Skye swallowed, trying to get some moisture into her mouth as Clint finally laid the belt aside and leant in to unfasten Bucky's pants. "You guys have sure figured out a lot about each other when you've only been together five days."

"Fucking for three," Clint said casually, easing the pants down as Bucky lifted his hips. He looked across at Skye and gave her that wicked smile again. "And believe you me, sugar, when we've been fucking for three days, I'll know plenty about what you like as well."

"Wow, Bucky's right, you really do have a filthy mouth."

Clint grinned, his blue eyes glittering. "Only for you two. Look at him, Skye, he's beautiful." He gestured at Bucky, now completely nude. "Don't you want to touch?"

Clint was right, Bucky was beautiful, scars and all. Skye couldn't resist reaching out, tracing her fingers lightly along the thick white scarring where his prosthetic arm joined his body. Bucky sucked in a sharp breath and she took her hand away quickly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean…"

"No, no!" Bucky grabbed at her hand. "It's sensitive. Feels nice, actually."

"Really?" Skye looked at him curiously. She didn't like it when people touched her scars. The skin felt wrong.

"Really."

Clint bent down and ran his tongue over the scars, and Bucky shuddered and groaned. "See?" Clint grinned sideways at Skye and moved downwards, licking down across Bucky's six-pack. "And look at this beautiful cock," he ran his tongue down from tip to root, one long-fingered hand cupping Bucky's balls and rolling them. "We compared; he's a little longer than me, but I'm a little thicker."

Skye just stared, utterly dumbstruck. She didn't know where to look, at Bucky's face, his eyes half-lidded with ecstasy, pink lips parted as he sucked in shuddering breaths, or at Clint, slowly engulfing Bucky's cock in his mouth even as he watched Skye.

Clint pulled back up, slowly, letting Bucky's cock out of his mouth with a wet pop. "Have a taste while I get my clothes off for you, if you like," he invited Skye.

Skye glanced from Bucky, staring at her with eager eyes, to Clint, moving back from the bed now and stooping to unlace his boots. And then she twisted over, reaching out a little uncertainly.

Bucky didn't move. He couldn't look at Skye, so he watched Clint instead, seeing his soulmate flash him a tender smile, knowing that no matter what Skye chose, Clint would never leave him unsatisfied. And then he felt a soft, slender hand close around him and Skye's little pink tongue caressed around his tip, flickering over the frenulum, making him groan again. Her hair fell against his thighs as she took him into her mouth, the new sensation overloading his senses.

Clint had been right earlier when he said Bucky was too long starved of touch. His HYDRA handlers had been far too terrified of him to try and touch him – after he killed the first one by literally ripping his head off. Clint – and now Skye – were the first people Bucky had permitted to touch him in far, far too long, and his nerve endings over-reacted now.

"Skye," he gasped out, and then, "Clint!"

"He's gonna come, Skye, do you want me to..?"

Skye fended off Clint's hand and sucked Bucky in deeper. He convulsed, thrashing on the bed, hot jets of semen hitting the back of Skye's throat. She almost gagged, surprised by the volume, but managed to swallow.

Bucky let out a high-pitched whine, and Clint leaned over and grabbed his metal arm with both hands, pinning it to the bed. "Steady, Buck, it's all right. Don't want him to accidentally hit you on the head," he told Skye, as she lifted her head, startled. "He did it to me the first time I blew him and nearly knocked me out."

Skye couldn't help but smile as she imagined that. Her hand was still clamped around Bucky's cock and he let out a little whimpering sound as she let go.

"Oh, Skye, oh, baby, that was wonderful, give me a minute."

"A minute for what?" Skye frowned, puzzled.

"Ah, the joys of the super-soldier refractory period," Clint grinned fondly down at Bucky. "I'm glad you're here to share. He's been wearing me out."

Skye stared at him in wide-eyed alarm.

"Y'know what, let's cover that later, I think we're already spooking you enough." Clint smiled down at her, then, realising he was towering over her and possibly looking quite intimidating, sat down at the end of the bed. "Well, you have what you wanted. Both of us naked and entirely at your mercy. You already blew poor Buck's mind. You done now or are you joining in on the little game of show and tell?"

His tone was a little challenging, even as he reclined back on his arms, putting himself in a deliberately open, vulnerable pose. His erection lay against his stomach, thick and red, bobbing slightly as Skye looked and licked her lips involuntarily.

"You do have a beautiful mouth," Clint said in a low, raspy voice, and her eyes flicked up to meet his, glittering blue. "I'm a little jealous of Buck right now, but also I want to touch you so fucking bad I don't care whether I get off or not. Please, Skye."

"Please," Bucky whispered, rolling towards her, reaching to touch her cheek with his hand. "Want to see him with you. Let him touch you, Skye, please. Let us both see you."

She couldn't resist either of them, never mind both together. Skye sat up and crossed her arms at her waist, grabbing the hem of her T-shirt and pulling it up and over her head, feeling very glad that she'd taken a moment in her room back at base to change into her best underwear, a pretty black lace bra and panties.

Clint had reached to take off her boots and looked up to see Bucky's mouth open, eyes wide, staring at Skye.

"Fuck," Clint gasped out, his own mouth falling open. "Sugar – you're stunning!"

Skye looked shyly away from his intense stare, only to meet Bucky's equally admiring eyes. She blushed and looked back at Clint, only to see him toss her boots off the bed and come crawling over her, hunger in his eyes.

"Beautiful," Bucky murmured, reaching out with his flesh hand. He cupped one breast even as Clint leaned down and took the nipple of the other into his mouth, suckling hungrily through the thin lace.

Skye fell back against the bed, overwhelmed, only to find Clint's hands behind her back, deftly unclasping her bra. He lifted his head long enough to pull it from her and gaze admiringly again.

"Buck, we are really fucking lucky," was all he said before putting his mouth back to Skye's breast.

"Damn right, give me some room, you greedy jerk," and Bucky joined Clint.

Skye yelped at the unfamiliar sensation of having both her nipples suckled at the same time. Somehow they seemed to be in sync, alternating drawing and releasing, totally overwhelming her. She raised her hands shakily, running her fingers into their hair, feeling the different textures; Clint's short and spiky, Bucky's longer and silky. A hand – she didn't know whose – eased between her legs, rubbing gently, expertly using the inseam of her jeans to stimulate her clit.

She was letting out soft little moans and breathy pants that were driving Clint insane. His hand shook as he stimulated Skye, the heat between her legs scorching even through the denim of her jeans. He could feel Bucky there beside him, Buck's hair brushing his cheek occasionally as they played with Skye's breasts, investigating what she liked. And then Bucky started stroking his back, running his hand down over Clint's ass, teasing lightly around his hole.

It was Clint's turn to moan. "Buck," he lifted his head, his eyes glazed.

"Wanna fuck you while you fuck her," Bucky let Skye's breast go too. "She ain't ready to take us both, and I already came in her mouth – please, Clint."

It sounded like the best idea Clint had ever heard, he was very far from objecting, so he just nodded, glancing at Skye, who was staring up at both of them, her dark eyes very wide. "That okay with you, sugar?"

She nodded jerkily, her lips parted, moist, which gave Clint an idea. He looked at Bucky. "You kiss her. I wanna eat her out first. Get her nice and wet." He slid down the bed, tackling Skye's jeans.

Both men paused to look as her black lace panties were revealed, but then Clint shook his head regretfully. "Pretty though they are, sugar, they're in my way," and he was peeling them off along with her jeans. "Oh, so lovely," he traced a long, skilful finger along Skye's inner thigh. She lifted her knees instinctively, parting them for him, and Clint smiled. Skye was neatly waxed, not bare, just a few dark curls leaving a little mystery for him to explore. As Bucky leaned in to kiss Skye, he traced two fingers gently into the curls, exploring, parting soft wet flesh.

"We really did turn you on, didn't we?" he marvelled softly, feeling her juices slicking his fingers. "How close are you, I wonder?" Skye's hips were shifting, her chest heaving with obviously rapid breaths as Bucky kissed her leisurely, one hand playing with her breasts. "Want a taste, Buck?"

Bucky lifted his head eagerly. "Yeah!"

Clint offered his slicked fingers, and Bucky took them into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them, eyes closing with pleasure. "Mmmm. Good."

Skye watched them, her eyes wide, breaths quick and jerky. "Please," she whimpered as they focussed on each other for a moment.

"You want it, Skye?" Clint returned his fingers to her pussy, playing with her labia gently, scissoring quickly over her clit. "Can you come more than once? Because I really want to feel you come on my cock."

"Yes," she panted, barely able to speak with what his clever fingers were doing. "Second time might take a while…"

"That's all right, I don't mind working for it." He flashed her that filthy grin, and then eased to lie down between her legs, licking along her inner thighs for a moment before flicking his tongue quickly over her clit, making a low sound of pleasure in his throat at the taste.

"You taste wonderful," Bucky murmured to Skye softly, "look at his face, he's loving it. Watch him, Skye."

She couldn't take her eyes off Clint, his eyes half closed as he lapped and suckled, that clever tongue doing amazing things to her clit. Two long fingers slid deep inside her, crooking expertly to find her G-spot, and Skye realised then just how close she was.

"Yes," she gasped. "Oh God, yes, oh Clint…" She wasn't even aware of Bucky sliding off the bed.

"Look at her," Bucky whispered in Clint's ear. "She's so beautiful. Ours. Yours and mine, all ours."

Clint shuddered as Bucky's hand traced down his back. He heard the rustle of the bag he'd picked up at the gas station and guessed what his soulmate was doing, but kept at his task, eyes focussed on Skye's as she began to tremor.

Lube-soaked fingers probed at Clint's ass and one slipped gently inside, pressing insistently, right as Skye came into Clint's mouth. He groaned, lapping, unable to help from closing his eyes as Bucky's finger found his prostate with unerring accuracy.

A wave of heat flashed over Skye, her skin prickling, back arching as she came, incoherent moans spilling from her lips. And Clint didn't let up, instead seemed to be working more intensely at her with his mouth, alternating sucking on her swollen clit with his lips and circling rapidly with his tongue, a third finger adding to the two already thrusting inside her. He was making eager, hungry sounds against her, the vibrations adding to her pleasure, the climax rolling on and on.

Bucky slipped his finger out of Clint's ass after a moment and put both hands under his hips, lifting. Clint obligingly went to his knees, but didn't let up with the movement of his tongue and fingers. Skye was clenching on his fingers, writhing and moaning beautifully, and he had no intention of letting her come down any time soon. Bucky rolled a condom onto Clint's swollen, aching shaft, making Clint moan against Skye. Which made her tremor still more in an amazing feedback loop.

Clint panted, absolutely frantic to be inside Skye now, desperate for release. As soon as Bucky had the condom completely on him, Clint made to pull back, but Bucky's strong hands on his hips stilled him. And then there were two fingers in his ass, scissoring, stretching him open.

Clint made a strangled sound against her and Skye managed to force her eyes open, looking down the bed to see Clint's ass in the air and Bucky kneeling behind him, hand obviously working inside Clint. Clint had his own eyes closed in bliss.

"Inside me," Skye managed to gasp out. "Clint, inside me now!" She wanted to be filled, properly, not just his long, clever fingers. He took his mouth from her with a groan, chin slick with her juices. He already had a condom on, Skye saw as he moved, Bucky must have put it on him. She watched Bucky reach for another and roll it on himself as Clint eased between her legs, his strong hands sliding under her ass, lifting her a little. Bucky's refractory period really must be short; it couldn't have been more than a few minutes since he came down her throat and he was already rock-hard again.

Skye lost all ability to think as Clint's cock pressed against her entrance, thick, hot and blunt. He leaned over her, blue eyes searching hers for acceptance, his hands bracing him, one on each side of her head.

"Skye?" he said hoarsely, and she loved him for giving her this one, final choice.

"Yes," she whispered, reaching up to his broad shoulders, pulling him closer. "Yes, yes, yeaaahhh oh God!" her nails dug into his biceps.

It felt like heaven, sinking into Skye; she was hot and welcoming and beautifully tight around him. Clint groaned as he slowly plunged deep, watching her face as her mouth opened with shocked ecstasy. "Oh Skye, oh beautiful," he whispered to her, feeling her knees come up to clamp his sides. "You feel fucking amazing."

"Clint," she gasped back at him, still barely able to believe that Hawkeye, the legendary Agent Barton, was one of her soulmates, inside her right now, the expression on his face completely undone. She moved one hand from his arm to touch his cheek, caress the hard line of his jaw. He turned his head to kiss her fingers, still moving deeper inside her. They both moaned as he finally bottomed out.

She'd seen his size, and thickness; Clint was above average in both, and she could certainly feel the stretch. It felt wonderful.

He shifted then, moving his hips to get the angle he wanted, sliding back and forth gently until he saw from the widening of Skye's eyes that he'd hit her G-spot. "That's it, sugar," he said softly. "Right there, huh?"

She made one of those incoherent little noises again, and Clint grinned, settling into a steady rhythm.

And then Bucky nudged Clint's knees apart and moved in between them, his hands clamping on Clint's hips, his lubed, sheathed cock nudging Clint's hole.

"Oh, Jesus," Clint said. He could never forget Bucky, but for a moment there he'd been so focussed on Skye…

Skye frowned at the sudden stutter in Clint's rhythm, and then she saw Bucky behind him, deep blue eyes focussed, and realised what was happening. As Clint eased back from her, Bucky pressed into him, and Clint let out a low cry, his eyes glazing. Bucky bit at Clint's shoulder, pushing him forward, deep into Skye again, and she gasped, because it felt as though he had swelled even thicker, was pushing even deeper inside her.

Clint moaned as Bucky pressed deep, angling deliberately to rub over his prostate. He'd never had this before, never been fucked in the ass with his cock deep inside a woman's welcoming heat, and it was just utterly, totally…

"Jesus, Buck – Skye…" his head dropped forward as Bucky set the rhythm for both of them, pushing Clint down into Skye, then pulling him back onto his cock.

Bucky could never hold on more than a couple of minutes at most inside Clint. He was too tight, felt too good, and right now Bucky could tell Clint was really close to the edge. They both wanted to see Skye come again, though, so Bucky clenched his teeth and held off, letting Clint pick his moment.

The heat was building inside Skye again, the extra weight and pressure as Clint and Bucky both moved, plus the sight of the building ecstasy on both their faces, driving her quickly up towards climax again. "Please," she let out a sob. "Clint! Bucky! Please!"

"Yes," Clint groaned, "oh God, yes…" He plunged deep one last time, felt Skye begin to convulse around him, and broke completely as Bucky drove in hard.

Bucky felt it, felt Skye's climax trigger Clint, Clint locking down hard as he buried himself deep in Clint's ass. It was a cascade, a domino effect, and Bucky was completely helpless against the combined impact of both his soulmates' ecstasy. A low, guttural roar exploded from his chest and Bucky let go, his eyes closing, forehead dropping to rest on Clint's muscled shoulder as he shot his load deep into Clint's ass.

It was only the strength of Clint's arms that kept them from collapsing both their combined weight onto Skye. She was still quivering around him, letting out tiny keening moans, her eyes rolled back in her head. Clint leant in slowly, kissed her brow and cheeks, letting out a low groan himself as Bucky withdrew gently and collapsed to the bed beside them.

"You all right, doll?" Bucky reached to stroke Skye's hair gently, and she rolled her head towards him and smiled feebly.

"All right seems like such an underwhelming description."

Clint chuckled, making Skye shiver again as he slowly eased out of her, putting a hand down to ensure the condom didn't slip loose. "What words would you use, sugar?" He collapsed to lie on her other side, both he and Bucky edging in close, tucking her in between them, putting one hand each on her stomach, fingertips just touching.

"Unbelievably fucking amazing sounds about right," Skye said dreamily.

Bucky chuckled and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. "Give us time, doll. We'll perfect it."

"I don't think I could cope with any more perfect than that," Skye let out a faint, exhausted laugh.

Bucky's eyes met Clint's and they both grinned.

"Sugar," Clint kissed her other shoulder gently, "you have no idea."

Well, I have some ideas. And I will share some of them tomorrow in The Smutty Sequel Part 3.

Until then, sweet dreams!

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