The Smutty Sequel Part 4

Bucky gave up and just wrapped the towel more tightly around his waist. The teasing look in Clint's eyes suggested he wasn't likely to be wearing it for much longer anyway. He took a moment to pick up the towels and tidy the bathroom – Clint was a slob sometimes – before going to join the other two.

And walking in again on them kissing passionately. He'd have felt like an intruder except that Clint let Skye go after a moment, walked over to Bucky and kissed him just as hotly.

"What was that for?" Bucky had to grab onto the back of the couch to steady his knees when Clint let go.

"Just because you're both so fucking beautiful," Clint shrugged, gave Bucky one of those maddening grins of his, and headed over to the room service cart.

Skye had sagged into a chair. She looked up at Bucky. "Does he do that a lot?"

"The kissing-until-your-knees-go-weak thing? Yeah."

"It only makes your knees go weak? Wow, you're tougher than I am." She smiled as he offered a hand, and took it to stand, holding on and accompanying him to the table where Clint was unloading dishes of delicious-smelling food.

"It makes the whole of me go weak," Bucky whispered in her ear, "but I try not to let his head get too swelled about the effect he has on me."

Clint heard every word and grinned to himself. The new aural implants Stark had built for him were really damn sensitive. "I need some advantage," he said casually. "You two are the young and beautiful part of this relationship after all."

"Oh stop it." Skye claimed the club sandwich she'd requested from the array on the table. "You're not exactly a senior citizen."

"Not quite yet."

"Not like me," Bucky said cheerfully. "I tried to explain that although I was born in 1917, I'm not actually 97 years old. I don't think the nice lady at the State Department quite understood."

"We're trying to get him a passport," Clint explained.

Skye rocked with laughter. "Leave it to me. I'll create you a new identity. Born in, what do you think, '85? He looks about 29, huh?" she checked with Clint.

They ate, talking companiably. Skye noticed that Clint ate fast, quick and efficient. He finished well before she and Bucky did and sat fidgeting slightly.

"I thought you were a sniper?" she said teasingly to him, "aren't you supposed to be good at being still and waiting patiently?"

"Yeah, I am, when I'm dealing with bad guys." He grinned, the smirk she was coming to realise was his I'm-about-to-be-a-shit-again face, and reached for another covered dish on the room service cart. "Patience isn't my strong suit when there's something I want, though."

"What's that?" Bucky frowned at the dish.

"Dessert," Clint uncovered it with a flourish to reveal a dish of chocolate mousse. And then he pretended to look around theatrically. "But look at that. They forgot spoons!"

"Forgot, or you hid them?" Bucky said sardonically. Clint narrowed eyes at him, picked up the bowl and started around the table, kneeling between his chair and Skye's.

"Why, what are you accusing me of? I know, you've got something here I can use to eat it with," his hand slid up Bucky's inner thigh.

"Clint," a gasp of his name was all Bucky could get out, as that strong, callused hand closed around the base of his cock.

Skye watched in fascination as Clint pushed Bucky's chair back from the table, unfastened Bucky's towel with a flick of his wrist, and leant in closer, bowl in hand. He glanced up suddenly, caught Skye's eyes with his.

"Your turn in a minute," Clint promised darkly. "Eat your dinner, Skye. You're gonna need your strength."

How was she supposed to be able to chew and swallow food when that was going on right in front of her? Skye just stared as Clint used a finger to paint chocolate mousse up Bucky's thighs and dipped his head to lick it off. Bucky moaned helplessly, his human hand coming up to caress Clint's hair lightly.

"Eat, Bucky," Clint ordered him. "I know you need to fuel up. Eat."

Bucky shuddered, but somehow managed to pick up his half-eaten burger and take a bite. And as soon as he'd chewed and swallowed, Clint rewarded him by licking a long stripe of mousse off his cock.

"Oh, sweet baby jesus," Bucky whimpered.

"Eat." Clint turned away, taking the bowl with him, reaching for Skye, running his hands up her calves to the hem of her robe. "You're not eating either," he told Skye. "I'm going to have to punish you for that." He was unfastening her belt swiftly, pushing the robe off her shoulders, trapping her arms behind her back. "Here." He held her sandwich to her mouth, waited while she took a bite before putting it back on the plate. "Good girl." He dabbed mousse onto her left nipple and Skye expected him to just lick it off, but instead he leaned in and took it into his mouth, sucking hard. She almost choked.

"Eat up. Don't move your hands," he instructed, and turned back to Bucky. Seeing the look on his face, Bucky hastily took another bite of his burger. Clint was the one on his knees here but he was also most definitely in charge of this little scenario. He nodded approvingly as Bucky chewed.

"Good, Buck." He swirled chocolate delicately around the swollen head of Bucky's cock and then dipped his head, mouth wide, taking it into his mouth for a thorough suck, that wicked tongue doing things Bucky was sure had to be illegal.

"Little shit," Bucky gasped.

"You love it too."

"Yes," it would be pointless to deny it. Bucky watched avidly as Clint turned back to Skye, feeding her another bite before trailing mousse down her stomach and following it with his tongue.

He didn't let up on either of them, and by the time they'd finished their meals both Bucky and Skye were lying back in their chairs, moaning helplessly as Clint took turns to pleasure them both with his mouth. Bucky came first – God, he wondered, would he ever be able to not come first? – and Clint swallowed, looking up at him from laughing blue eyes before moving across to Skye and sucking her clit into his mouth.

Skye let out a helpless little moan. Her arms were still trapped behind her, tangled in the sleeves of her robe, and Clint was taking full advantage of her vulnerable state. The chocolate mousse was long since finished but he'd carried on with just his tongue, enjoying her thoroughly. The way he kept stopping and moving over to take care of Bucky had Skye's tension ratcheting higher and higher, and she let out a low, lust-filled moan now as he focussed on her alone, swirling and dipping with his tongue over her clit and labia, three long fingers pressing up inside her and crooking to press on that tight little bundle of exposed nerve endings.

"Please," Skye moaned, working herself against his hand and mouth, "oh, please, Clint, please, I need it."

He pulled back, giving her that shit-eating grin. "Need what, sugar?"

"You teasing little shit," Bucky said behind him, and suddenly Clint was being yanked up in an inexorable grip, Bucky's hands locked on his elbows.

"Hey!"

"Time you got a taste of your own medicine. Give me a hand here, Skye?" Bucky half-dragged a struggling Clint into the bedroom.

"What did you have in mind?" Skye managed to gather herself together and followed. Bucky stared at her appreciatively, enjoying the way her robe hung open all the way down the front, giving him a damn fine view. And a damn fine idea.

"Give me the belt of your robe. And his."

Skye grinned, catching on to what Bucky had in mind, and within a minute they had Clint tied tightly to one of the bedposts, his hands behind his back, bonds securing him at both wrists and elbows so he couldn't escape. Nude and aroused, he looked like every filthy fantasy Skye had ever had, his muscles standing out in sharp relief as he tested his bonds, shaking his head in disgust.

"Should have expected this from you, Buck, but Skye?" he gave her puppy eyes.

"Don't you look at me all pretty and innocent," she traced a finger down the middle of his six-pack, avoiding touching his cock. "I'm still sticky from that damn chocolate mousse." And very, very aroused.

Clint sighed. "Well, sugar, you got me all tied up and at your mercy. Whatcha gonna do with me now?"

"Nothing," Bucky said, slipping an arm around Skye's waist. "Just for being a little shit, you get to just watch for a while."

"Buck! Oh, c'mon, that's so not fair." Clint watched avidly as Bucky drew Skye back against him, his hands sliding her robe off completely and moving down to caress her breasts. He looked huge and intimidating behind Skye, his metal arm clicking and whirring softly as it moved, fondling her no less gently than his other hand did, though.

Skye sighed and leaned back into Bucky, reaching up for a kiss, shivering as the cool metal of his fingers flicked lightly over her nipples.

"Like that?" he whispered.

"Yeah," it was pretty obvious that she did, her nipples were hard and elongated. He did it again, adding a little pinch, his other hand sliding down over her stomach.

Bucky was watching him, watching his reactions, but Clint could do nothing but stare, his mouth dry, cock straining. They were so fucking beautiful together, Skye letting out soft little moans as she leant back against Bucky's broad chest.

"Buck," Clint said hoarsely.

"Not yet." Bucky flashed him a wicked grin, lifted Skye and laid her down on the bed, her hips at the edge. Kneeling on the floor, he lifted one foot to the edge of the bed, the other to his shoulder. "I didn't get to eat my dessert yet." He nuzzled lightly at Skye's clit. "You got her nice and creamy for me, Clint. Delicious."

Skye moaned. She seemed to have spent half the night so far with one of their faces buried in her pussy, and she was very far from objecting. So many guys seemed to view giving oral as a chore that occasionally needed to be done to get a woman in the mood. Both Clint and Bucky seemed to think it was a main event, and it was clearly something they both enjoyed, at least if the sounds Bucky was making as he lapped and slurped were any indication. She rolled her head to the side and looked at Clint, who was licking his lips, panting and straining at his bonds, but Bucky had done a good job on him, adding his leather belt to strap Clint's palms to the bedpost and make sure he couldn't work the knots undone.

Bucky's tongue flicked lower, rimming her as his fingers joined the party, and Skye let out a strangled sound. Bucky had her angled so that Clint could see everything he was doing, Skye's legs bent to give their soulmate a great view.

"Make her come," Clint's voice was hoarse and desperate. "Make her come, Buck, please…"

"You don't get to give the orders right now, Clint," Bucky pulled back, and Skye whimpered with loss as yet again the delicious sensations stopped short of an orgasm.

"Please," she whimpered it too.

"Not yet. Here, turn over." Bucky guided her further onto the bed, moved her up onto hands and knees. Skye moved eagerly, guessing he planned to fuck her from behind, letting him position her facing Clint, who'd twisted around the bedpost as far as he could, legs straddling the corner of the bed, staring at them.

"This is cruel and unusual punishment," Clint protested.

Skye gave him a wicked grin. Bucky had moved around the bed to fetch a condom, so she crawled forward a little. "Poor baby. Shall I kiss it better?"

He was hugely aroused, his cock throbbing and red, as she pressed a light kiss to the tip.

Clint let out an embarrassing sound as Skye's little pink tongue flicked over him. Christ, Buck had trussed him up like a turkey; with his elbows wrenched up like this he couldn't even move his hips forward. Had to be satisfied with whatever Skye would give him. Fortunately it seemed that she was feeling generous, as she opened her mouth and slowly took the swollen tip of his cock in.

"Just a little," Bucky's hands came down on Skye's hips, holding her still, not letting her move any further forward. "Don't let him come."

"Bastard," Clint almost sobbed as Skye's clever little tongue played with his slit. Bucky grinned at him, leaned in for a quick kiss, and then he moved back behind Skye, groping her ass with his big hands.

"Goddamn, you have a beautiful ass, Skye," he muttered. She had her mouth full so couldn't speak, but she rolled her hips back against him demandingly and Bucky laughed. "Don't you worry. Gonna fuck you good."

Skye moaned around Clint's cock, making him jump and twitch desperately, as Bucky lined up and pushed in slowly. He was so long, it felt like he was pushing in forever, and then he leaned forward over her back and reached around her to play with her breasts again.

Skye was making the most wonderful noises on his cock as Bucky fucked her from behind. She tried to take him deeper in her mouth, but Bucky, the prick-teasing bastard, saw and pulled her back against him until her lips and tongue could only just work on the very tip of his shaft.

It was too good, wrapped in Skye's tight wet heat and watching her lick and suck almost frantically at Clint, Clint's cock bigger and more swollen than Bucky had ever seen it. Bucky's already thoroughly aroused body betrayed him yet again and he surged into Skye with a low cry, pulling her off Clint's cock and back up against him, pressing frantic kisses against her neck.

"Sorry, darling girl, so sorry."

"Don't apologise," she panted, "just get a fresh condom and fuck me again!"

He chuckled, easing out of her. "Of course. Hang on a minute." Looking at Clint, another really wicked idea came to him. "We're not done teasing him yet, though. Lie back on the bed, touch yourself until I come back. Let him watch."

"You really are wicked," but Skye liked the idea. She plumped pillows to prop her head and shoulders up so she could watch Clint's reactions and lay back, spreading her legs and putting her hands between them.

"So pretty, not gonna take long watching that to get me hard again either," Bucky murmured, and then he glanced at a wild-eyed Clint. "Here." He leaned in, gathered some of Skye's slick on his finger and then painted Clint's lips with it. "Have a taste." Grinning at the look on Clint's face and with one last lingering look at Skye's fingers playing with herself, Bucky headed for the bathroom.

What an excellent smuthanger to stop on for today!

I'll leave you imagining Clint tied naked and aroused to the bedpost…

… and I'll just be hiding behind this couch, mmmkay?

(Oh. And as a bonus? If you've never gone into Google Images and typed 'Jeremy Renner ropes'...

... you really should.)