Top Harry Drabble: Harry/Clint(MCU)

Chapter Summary: In which Harry stakes a claim post Age of Ultron.

"You're always so needy," Harry teased, heat in his green eyes and a smirk on his lips.

Clint whined and tried to arch up, tried to get more friction for his aching cock. "Harry."

Harry grinned and leaned down to run his tongue over Clint's bare chest, pressing a warm kiss to the place where Clint had gotten injured during the battle. Harry trailed his fingers over a nipple, playing with it for a minute before moving to the other and Clint curled his fingers into the mattress underneath him, panting with need. Harry's fingers trailed down to stroke over his hips, curling his nails into his sides. Goosebumps covered his skin and Clint's heart raced even more, like it was superspeeding out of his chest. He peered up at him, catching and holding his eyes. "You want me inside you, you're gonna have to wait."

Clint moaned as he looked right into Harry's eyes. "Please. Fuck."

Harry trailed downward, moving down his body to trace his thighs, stroking his inner thighs and skipping his cock. Clint pushed his hips up, trying to get Harry to touch his cock only for Harry to reach an arm up to press down onto his hips.

"Not yet," Harry reminded him, his eyes narrowing. "Gotta get you stretched."

"I need… Harry," Clint whined again, his heart racing and sweat beading down his back and making him sticky. "Need you."

Harry bent down, pressing a kiss to his inner thighs and Clint whimpered, bucking up as Harry sucked a bruise into his skin. His fingers trailed down, past his slowly leaking cock and down to his hole, stroking circles into heated skin. Clint whined, arching into the touch and leaning down to frantically pull Harry up and into a kiss.

Harry grinned into it, licking into his mouth just as he slipped a wet finger into him. Clint yelped, letting out a groan immediately afterward at the slight burn. Harry had probably used a charm to lubricate his fingers like usual, lazy enough to not wait around to find the actual vial of lube. The slippery sounds of lube and come filled the air as Harry curled another finger into him, hitting that spot once before withdrawing.

Clint whined and tried to move, trying to get Harry to fuck him already. Harry grinned down at him as his fingers circled his rim, teasing and warm and… "Fuck. Just fuck me already."

Harry's grin widened as he slipped his fingers back into him, crooking at just the right angle. Clint moaned into it, pleasure sparking through him and heat building at the base of his spine, and watched dazedly as Harry slipped off his pants with his other hand, his cock hard. Clint watched as Harry smirk at him and then line himself up, sliding home with one thrust and Clint yelled out, gasping out breaths as pleasure rocketed through him, orgasm began to build. His bare toes curled into the sheets and he wrapped his arms around Harry's back, curling into his skin to tug him closer.

"That feel good?" Harry questioned breathlessly, his eyes wide with arousal.

Clint drew one hand away and stuck out his middle finger. Harry snorted and pressed down into him, swallowing up his next whine with a heated kiss. Harry pulled out a little and thrust back into him, hitting that spot again that made Clint see stars. Or maybe they were arrowheads. He didn't know and he didn't care. He felt full, safe… and his orgasm was close.

"You have enough energy to flip me off," Harry teased, reaching down to slip a finger between his cock and Clint's hole. Clint sucked in a tight breath like he had been sucker punched and Harry withdrew his finger, reaching up to pull at one of Clint's nipples. "I'm clearly doing something wrong."

"You're… fuck. Do that again."

Clint let out the breath and deflated, sinking further onto Harry's cock, pleasure skittering across his skin and through his blood. His heart beat quickly and Harry grinned down at him, withdrawing a little bit more and then thrusting in hard. Feather touches of his magic curled around his cock, green in color just like Harry's bright green eyes, and yanked, sending him over the edge. He yelled out as pleasure shot through him, his heart beating frantically.

The last thing he heard before he passed out was a little startled sound of horror.

When he opened his eyes, he was in Harry's arms, cradled gently and there were fingers carding through his hair, lightly tugging. He blinked sleepily, yawned and peered up into Harry's amused eyes. The hand disappeared and Clint sighed at the absence, wondering if there was a polite way to ask for Harry to put his hand back, to card his fingers through his hair again. Though his body felt like a spark plug, the lightest touch felt like it could make his cock twitch with renewed interest.

"What was that?" Clint muttered, turning onto his back and throwing an arm over his eyes.

"What was what?"

Clint dropped his arm and glared at Harry, raising an eyebrow. "You know what I'm talking about."

Harry grinned at him, heat in his narrowed eyes and held up his hands, signing fluidly.

You're mine. I was just… staking a claim.

Clint stared and continued to stare. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You'll see."

Clint stared at Harry and then sighed, throwing his arm over his eyes again.

Clint wandered out of his rooms the next morning, seeing Thor drinking from a mug of coffee in the kitchen. Tony was tinkering with a tablet, or maybe it was a car part? Natasha was painting her toenails over on the chair by the table in the living room. Bruce was sitting on one of the chairs by the kitchen island, nursing a mug of tea, and Steve was glaring at the tv, watching a news channel.

The two newbies to the team, Pietro and Wanda, were huddled over in the corner. There was no evidence of gunshot wounds on Pietro's chest, courtesy of Harry healing him. When Clint peered over to them, Pietro looked up and nodded, a little hint of an amused grin on his face.

Wanda looked up at him before very hastily turning back to her twin, her cheeks turning red instantly. Clint blinked and watched her, seeing her shoulders curling inward.

"Wanda?"

"Barton," Wanda said, turning to look at him but not meeting his eyes at all.

"What? Do I have something on my face?"

"No," Wanda answered, her cheeks still red with embarrassment.

Clint nodded and headed to the coffee pot, reaching out on sleepy instinct.

"Good morning, arrow boy," Harry whispered, drawing him in for a quick, chaste kiss and handing him a warm mug.

Clint mumbled a thanks and took a sip of his precious, his world narrowing to the contents of the mug. He sighed in contentment, heading over to sit on another island chair and let the coffee take effect. It took a few minutes but his mind finally caught up, his brain jolting at the memory of yesterday and Wanda's reaction this morning.

He turned to glare at Harry, who was leaning against one of the kitchen counters. Harry grinned and shrugged.

"I said I was staking a claim," Harry offered, bemusement in his eyes. "You've had enough magic messing with your head for a century."

Clint stared at him and then turned to slowly look at Wanda, who let out an eep of surprise and turned back to talk to Pietro in Russian.

"Did it have to be with sex?"

"No..." Harry remarked, smirking at him.

"Awww, sex."

"You can't tell me you hated it," Harry retorted, grinning and turning to look in the refrigerator for breakfast food.

Clint just held out his arm and stretched his middle finger up slowly. Harry let out a quiet laugh and signed behind his back.

Love you.