One moment, Clint was in his usual position - kneeling on the bed, straddling one of Bruce’s thighs, inhaling the soft, natural smell of his hair as he kissed at his neck…
…and the next, he was on his back, with Bruce between his legs and one small but strong palm splayed out over his belly. Bruce adjusted his glasses with his other hand, something Clint knew he only did when he was feeling unsure. As Clint opened his mouth to speak, Bruce removed them entirely, setting them on the bedside table.
"Whoa," Clint breathed. "Something you want to tell me, Bruce?"
Bruce bit his own lower lip, worrying it softly before saying with surety, “Yeah, you get to lie on your back tonight.”
Clint had to bite back a grin. Bruce was trying to exude that same effortless confidence that he found so attractive in men - a quality Clint had gleaned his appreciation for from the contents of a certain surreptitiously hidden folder on Bruce’s laptop - but he lacked the natural talent. He wanted this, yes, but he had no idea how to take it. And besides, he was being permissive; if Clint said ‘no’ he’d back off in a heartbeat.
Fortunately, Clint did want it, and he was more than happy to let Bruce know his best efforts were perfectly fine by him. ”This is sudden,” he hummed, smiling. ”You’ve never shown any desire to top before; I like this. New, sexy…it’s good.”
Bruce grinned, pleased, and pressed a kiss to Clint’s chest. ”Yeah? It gets better.”
Clint kissed the top of his head, eyes sparking with desire. ”I know.”
Bruce gained confidence quickly, each motion had him moving with just a bit more knowledge, a bit more speed. Clint all but melted when Bruce slid his fingers inside of him, slick with lube, and rocked them back and forth. His cock twitched every time Bruce skimmed his prostate, and his knees slowly drew further apart as if pulled by an invisible force.
Bruce was attentive enough for an army, so being the sole recipient of his attention was intense on a level Clint never thought he’d experience in bed. Bruce was only just slicking his own arousal up when Clint puled out a soft, “Oh, god…Bruce, baby, I don’t think I’m gonna last very long.”
Bruce stopped drizzling KY over himself for a moment, giving Clint a look that somehow rode between smugness and sheepishness. ”I guess I went a little overboard with the foreplay?”
"It was nice," Clint said in a breathy tone. "Believe me, I’m good. I was more worried about you."
"I think I’ll manage." Bruce finished up and repositioned himself, sliding between Clint’s thighs and rubbing the tip of his erection against him. "Mnh - I could always get off like this. No penetration, just…just this. I bet there’s a name for that.”
"Probably - oh. Bruce. C’mon, I want you inside me.” Clint locked his ankles around Bruce’s hips, squirming enticingly. ”You can keep going after I come.”
"You’ll get overstimulated."
"Maybe. So we can figure something else out if I do." Clint tilted his head back and slightly sideways, grinning provocatively. "Come on, doctor."
Bruce rolled his eyes at being called ‘doctor’, but slid in all the same. Clint tightened reflexively around him, letting out a breathy whine of pleasure; it took the two of them a moment to adjust to the unusual sensations.
"Holy shit," Clint said, quiet and rough. "Holy shit, Bruce, baby, move."
Bruce nodded, grinding forward slowly - too slowly for Clint, who tightened his legs around Bruce and wriggled his hips. Bruce moaned, falling forward the rest of the way and making a sordid noise when his hips met snug against Clint’s bottom. He leaned in hard, gripping Clint’s leg in one hand and his cock in the other.
"Oh fuck, Bruce, n - !!" Clint didn’t last another five minutes; he came gripping Bruce’s shoulders hard, nails leaving indents in his skin, come smearing against his chest and stomach as Bruce moved. Bruce hesitated for only a moment before he went back to his rhythmic pumping, biting at Clint’s neck and letting a needy, determined noise escape with each thrust.
Clint squirmed against him, letting himself be used and feeling deliciously sordid for it. Bruce was relentless in his desire, slowing only to shift his position. He touched against things that made Clint see stars; his lips and tongue traveled anywhere they could reach. His grip tightened as he neared his climax. For a moment, Clint thought that Bruce was going to bruise him…and then he lost his grip, shuddering and moaning loudly as he came. Clint could feel the throb of his arousal and the heat of Bruce’s release inside of him, and he groaned in half-protest, half-desire. ”Bruce…Bruce,” he keened quietly, waiting for Bruce to come down from his orgasm high.
"Yeah," Bruce breathed, letting his head fall forward as he sank down to rest against Clint. "Yeah, Clint. What is it?"
"I’m kinda tender," he complained, giving Bruce a nudge.
"Oh! Sorry." He rolled off to the side, flopping down beside Clint and chuckling. "I didn’t hurt you, did I?"
"No, I’m good." Clint caught his breath, then craned his neck and chuckled back at him. "But I think I’ll be scrubbing myself down in the shower."
"Pft. Spoilsport." Bruce said even as he pecked him on the cheek. "Come on then. I hope you’ll at least let me do your back."
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