[ He should have known that Natasha wants to tease. Not that he minds. But where Clint likes to see how fast and how many, Natasha likes to see how desperate Clint gets. He kind of loves it. ]
[They certainly have very different approaches, but it works. She loves to see how long she can keep him hovering on the edge before he can't take it anymore.
His appreciative murmur is met with a low hum of agreement. She glances up at him with a pointed arch of her eyebrow and lets her mouth slide off him for a moment.] That's sort of the point. [She flashes him a grin before she continues at the same pace, grazing her nails lightly along his hip.]
[ All Clint can do is sit back and enjoy himself, so he does. He trails his fingers over Natasha's hair, over her shoulders. ]
You're so gorgeous, [ he tells her. ] God, you look so good.
[ She always does, but Clint especially loves it when she's being herself, which only really happens when she's with people she trusts, Clint counted among that small number. ]
[She's glad when she can tell he's settling in to enjoy it, looking up at him with a spark of warm amusement in her eyes as his fingers run over her hair. One of her hands squeezes his thigh gently and she starts to move her head up and down a bit faster, obviously enjoying herself as she works him over to see what reaction she can elicit.]
[ It's not just Natasha's mouth making him feel good. The way she runs her nails over his sensitive skin drives him nearly mad with want. ] Nat, babe, [ he gasps. ] Fuck.
[ She's so good at this. It's incredible. Clint knows he's a lucky man, to have Natasha like this, and he will not take it for granted. ]
[Natasha enjoys seeing what kind of reactions she can get out of her partner in the bedroom, and she particularly enjoys Clint's. She likes the way he surrenders himself to the moment, and the way he seems to enjoy being teased as much as she enjoys teasing.
Her mouth slides off of him, her hand wrapping around him to stroke his shaft as she kisses his hip and then nips his skin lightly with her teeth. Her head turns and she exhales warmly against his length.] You'll have to tell me when you've had enough.
[ Clint has always liked sex and he's definitely not one to turn it down. If Natasha hadn't wanted to, he obviously would have respected that, but at the same time, he's sure she had an ulterior motive when she came to his house and took all her clothes off.
He's not complaining.
Clint lets himself fully feel Natasha's mouth and hand on him. It's really good, just like always, but if she wants more from him, they're going to have to stop eventually. ]
It depends on what you want, [ He breathes. ] You want my dick, we should think about stopping so I can give you that.
[It's true - there's other places she could've gone. And she could've easily put on some of his clothes before he came home.
But they always have fun in bed, and sometimes she likes to surprise him.
Her grin looks a little wicked as she draws a slow line up his shaft with the tip of her tongue.]
Oh, I'll want it later. I think I'm equal to the challenge of getting you hard again. [She takes him back into her mouth at that, working him over at a quicker pace as her fingernails ghost along his skin.]
You can have whatever you want, babe, as long as you keep doing that.
[ He brushes his hands over her hair again, making sure not to guide her at all, just to show that he's there, and that he appreciates it.
It's pretty clear that she's trying to get him off now, though, with the way she's moving and the nails against his skin. Clint closes his eyes and lets himself enjoy it. ]
[His comment is met with an amused hum, like she might chuckle if she didn't have her mouth full. Her hands slide down to give his thighs a playful squeeze.
She's glad to see his eyes closed, and she takes in the way he's clearly letting himself indulge in the moment. Between that and the fingers running carefully over her hair, she's prepared to consider it a sign. Her hands run back up, her thumbs stroking over his hipbones, using their past experiences as a map to move her mouth on his shaft in a w ay she knows he likes.]
[ Clint comes shortly after Natasha starts to pull out all the stops, warning her first just in case she doesn't want to swallow. They know each other so well that she knows exactly how to get him there, and he shouts a gasp. ]
Nat, you're so fucking good at that, [ he tells her, brushing her hair back gently. ] God, you're beautiful.
[One hand squeezes his hip when he warns her, her other hand trailing her nails against his skin with a bit more pressure - not enough to leave a mark, but enough for him to feel it as a counterpoint. She swallows and takes a moment to slowly slide her mouth off of him. Her mouth quirks in a grin as she moves up to stretch out on her side next to him, her hand resting on his stomach.]
Well, you know how I like to have dessert when I have Russian food.
I can give you a much better dessert than that, [ Clint teases. There's some kartoshka on the counter for when they're done in the bed, after all.
Clint leans over to kiss her, not exactly ready to stop the show just because he's gotten his. He doesn't care that he can taste himself on her tongue. He rolls so that his body covers hers and then starts working his way down with his mouth. ]
[Natasha tips her head to meet him, returning the kiss as one of her arms winds around his shoulders. A chuckle escapes her lips as she agreeably lets him roll her onto her back, her arm moving so she can run her hand over his back as he starts to work his way down her body. Her other hand curls in his hair, rubbing her fingers affectionately against his scalp.
There's a hint of teasing humor in her voice as she says,] looks like you're having dessert first.
Babe, you gotta give me a minute before I can give you the real thing. Just sit back and enjoy, [ Clint teases right beck before leaning down to suck a mark onto her hip. It won't last past the morning, but Clint likes knowing he put it there nonetheless. ]
Besides, there's real dessert for when we're done.
[ Clint wraps one of his big hands around her hip and trails kisses across her stomach, teasing like her like she'd teased him. He doesn't normally - not that he's not a fan of foreplay - but he knows she's already turned on, so usually he'd just go for it. This time though, he wants to work her up as much as he can.
He draws his other hand up the inside of her thigh, tickling her with his fingertips and then urging Natasha to bend her knee. ]
I'll show you the real thing, [ he teases, spreading her legs to accommodate his broad shoulders. ] Already looking so good, Nat.
[She smiles to herself as she watches him kiss his way across her stomach. It's a noted departure from his usual style, which she typically enjoys. But she has no problem with him giving her a taste of her own medicine. It's only fair. Her legs part agreeably with a low laugh, both for the tickling and his comment.
She settles her legs around him, giving him a playful squeeze as her fingers tousle his hair.] See? Being shy is significantly overrated.
Mm, yeah, being shy definitely wouldn't have gotten me here. [ They've been doing this song and dance since the early days at Shield, and Clint never would have gotten past her walls if he'd been shy. Instead, he'd been honest, boastful, and incredibly flirtatious. He's not sure why but eventually Natasha took him up on his offer.
Now they're best friends that occasionally share orgasms, and Clint's fine with it. He gets why this is how things have to be.
He nips the inside of her thigh, then finally lowers his mouth to give her what she's been waiting for, licking into her and then coming back up to suck her clit. ]
[Natasha's spent so much of her life disappearing under covers, playing shell games with her identity. Clint had been a breath of fresh air, undeniably and obviously himself. She can't imagine her life without him.
She lets out an appreciative hum as she feels the way his tongue moves in her, hips arching as he teases her clit. A quiet laugh escapes her mouth on the edge of a shaky breath.] If you were just aiming to get between my thighs, challenging me to spar with you would've worked too.
[ Clint licks her once more before withdrawing and letting his fingers take over for the moment. He grins up at her as he slips his fingers in. ] You know I love getting between your legs any way I can.
[ And it's not a lie, either. The thing is, Clint would give up everything for Natasha to be his and his only. All the men and women that he dates and fucks. She knows it, but he also knows why that's not how it is. So he'll take what he can get, and right now he can get his tongue on her clit, so that's what he does. ]
[It's obvious from the way her body responds that she's enjoying it, especially once he adds his fingers. Her head tips back onto the pillow and she makes an appreciative sound, fingers tousling through his hair. She can't help but laugh a little at his comment, squeezing him gently with her legs.] Have I told you lately you're an incorrigible flirt?
[It's such a hard line to maintain. She's more comfortable, more herself, with Clint than she is with anyone else. But they both have their reasons for not being able to make a true commitment. And in some odd way, he means too much for her to even want to try - the idea that she might mess things up and lose him from her life is unthinkable.]
[ Certainly, Clint knows that he's a flirt. He especially likes flirting with beautiful red heads who like getting into bed with him for some reason. He flattens his tongue and licks over her folds, then around his fingers before flicking her clit with his tongue, determined to make her feel as good as she makes him feel. ]
I know you're not complaining about that. [ Natasha loves him, he knows as much. She definitely appreciates his flirting, no matter how ridiculous he is about it. ]
Oh, I'm definitely not complaining about that. [There's a hint of a grin in her voice, even as it tails off, her breath hitching as her body squirms. He's unreasonably good at finding all the spots that drive her crazy. Although maybe not all that unreasonable - she's vocal about what she likes, and he likes to explore.
She gives his hair a playful tug.] The fact that you're being an incorrigible tease, though...
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The best of both worlds, hmm?
[She lowers her head and lets her lips wrap around him, following her hand up and down his length at a pace she knows is teasingly slow.]
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Fuck, Nat, [ He murmurs. ] Feels good.
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His appreciative murmur is met with a low hum of agreement. She glances up at him with a pointed arch of her eyebrow and lets her mouth slide off him for a moment.] That's sort of the point. [She flashes him a grin before she continues at the same pace, grazing her nails lightly along his hip.]
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You're so gorgeous, [ he tells her. ] God, you look so good.
[ She always does, but Clint especially loves it when she's being herself, which only really happens when she's with people she trusts, Clint counted among that small number. ]
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[ She's so good at this. It's incredible. Clint knows he's a lucky man, to have Natasha like this, and he will not take it for granted. ]
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Her mouth slides off of him, her hand wrapping around him to stroke his shaft as she kisses his hip and then nips his skin lightly with her teeth. Her head turns and she exhales warmly against his length.] You'll have to tell me when you've had enough.
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He's not complaining.
Clint lets himself fully feel Natasha's mouth and hand on him. It's really good, just like always, but if she wants more from him, they're going to have to stop eventually. ]
It depends on what you want, [ He breathes. ] You want my dick, we should think about stopping so I can give you that.
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But they always have fun in bed, and sometimes she likes to surprise him.
Her grin looks a little wicked as she draws a slow line up his shaft with the tip of her tongue.]
Oh, I'll want it later. I think I'm equal to the challenge of getting you hard again. [She takes him back into her mouth at that, working him over at a quicker pace as her fingernails ghost along his skin.]
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[ He brushes his hands over her hair again, making sure not to guide her at all, just to show that he's there, and that he appreciates it.
It's pretty clear that she's trying to get him off now, though, with the way she's moving and the nails against his skin. Clint closes his eyes and lets himself enjoy it. ]
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She's glad to see his eyes closed, and she takes in the way he's clearly letting himself indulge in the moment. Between that and the fingers running carefully over her hair, she's prepared to consider it a sign. Her hands run back up, her thumbs stroking over his hipbones, using their past experiences as a map to move her mouth on his shaft in a w ay she knows he likes.]
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Nat, you're so fucking good at that, [ he tells her, brushing her hair back gently. ] God, you're beautiful.
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Well, you know how I like to have dessert when I have Russian food.
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Clint leans over to kiss her, not exactly ready to stop the show just because he's gotten his. He doesn't care that he can taste himself on her tongue. He rolls so that his body covers hers and then starts working his way down with his mouth. ]
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There's a hint of teasing humor in her voice as she says,] looks like you're having dessert first.
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Besides, there's real dessert for when we're done.
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I won't say no to the other kind of dessert after though.
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He draws his other hand up the inside of her thigh, tickling her with his fingertips and then urging Natasha to bend her knee. ]
I'll show you the real thing, [ he teases, spreading her legs to accommodate his broad shoulders. ] Already looking so good, Nat.
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She settles her legs around him, giving him a playful squeeze as her fingers tousle his hair.] See? Being shy is significantly overrated.
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Now they're best friends that occasionally share orgasms, and Clint's fine with it. He gets why this is how things have to be.
He nips the inside of her thigh, then finally lowers his mouth to give her what she's been waiting for, licking into her and then coming back up to suck her clit. ]
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She lets out an appreciative hum as she feels the way his tongue moves in her, hips arching as he teases her clit. A quiet laugh escapes her mouth on the edge of a shaky breath.] If you were just aiming to get between my thighs, challenging me to spar with you would've worked too.
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[ And it's not a lie, either. The thing is, Clint would give up everything for Natasha to be his and his only. All the men and women that he dates and fucks. She knows it, but he also knows why that's not how it is. So he'll take what he can get, and right now he can get his tongue on her clit, so that's what he does. ]
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[It's such a hard line to maintain. She's more comfortable, more herself, with Clint than she is with anyone else. But they both have their reasons for not being able to make a true commitment. And in some odd way, he means too much for her to even want to try - the idea that she might mess things up and lose him from her life is unthinkable.]
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I know you're not complaining about that. [ Natasha loves him, he knows as much. She definitely appreciates his flirting, no matter how ridiculous he is about it. ]
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She gives his hair a playful tug.] The fact that you're being an incorrigible tease, though...
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