[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...
Just trying to make sure that you're having a good time, [ Clint teases. In reality, he's waiting just long enough to get hard again so that he can fuck her. Nonetheless, he leans back in, licking and sucking and pressing his fingers inside. ]
[She lets out a moan as he leans back in to work her over, her fingertips rubbing against his scalp as the sound turns into a breathless laugh.] You're driving me crazy, Barton.
[The way she says it makes it clear that she wasn't really complaining about him being an incorrigible tease. Even so, she lets her fingers slip free from his hair so she can lean up on her elbows and look down at him.] Yes. Get up here.
[ With one last lick, Clint moves back up her body, licking over her hip, her stomach, quickly rolling his tongue over one of her nipples. He sees her desperation though, and now that he's hard again, he's happy to give her what she wants.
He joins their mouths together in a demanding kiss while he positions himself. They've done this so many times that he isn't concerned when he enters her, burying his dick to the hilt and starting to move immediately. He knows she wants that. ]
[A half smile lingers on her lips as she watches him appreciatively, enjoying both the view and the way he takes his time moving up her body.
One of her hands curls into his hair as she meets him to return the kiss hungrily, her other hand running down so she can trail her nails lightly down his skin. She makes a sound of enjoyment into his mouth as her fingertips press into his back, arching up against him. There's times that she likes it slower, or more intimate, but quick and hard is exactly what she's looking for. The fact that they're so often on the same page is a definite bonus when they fall into bed together.]
[ The time for teasing is definitely over now, and Clint adjusts her hips to get a better angle. He fucks into her steadily, kissing her all the while. When he feels that he's getting close, he slows down his movements. ]
I'm gonna come, [ he tells her. ] But I can make it last. Tell me what you need, babe.
[Anything that might have been lingering in her mind earlier, before he got back home, has been effectively exorcised. She's solely focused on him, and the way he's making her feel. She's shameless about the sounds she makes as she moves with him, and her nails press a bit harder into his skin when he slows down.
A quiet laugh escapes her mouth and she nips at his earlobe, murmuring against his ear.] Just keep that up until you come. I'm almost there.
[ Knowing how close Natasha is really helps Clint fully let loose. He fucks into her with quick bursts, letting their movements brings him over the edge. He keeps fucking her, even while he's going soft, wanting to get her off too. ]
[The comment is delivered breathlessly, playfully, and she grins up at him with a spark of wicked humor in her eyes. She finishes only moments later, one of her hands sinking into his hair as her legs wrap around him, arching into him as she rides the wave of pleasure until she's done.
She pulls him in to press a quick, firm kiss on his mouth.] I should surprise you naked in your apartment more often.
[ Clint holds her against him while they come down together. He kisses her lazily, drawing it out. ] You definitely should. I'd surprise you naked in yours, but you have about seven thousand traps and I'd rather keep my hear, and my dick, intact.
[ He runs his hand down her back gently, dipping down to kiss her again. ] How long are you staying? And please tell me you don't want to get dressed.
[It takes a moment for her to catch her breath, though the flush is still lingering in her cheeks as she returns the kiss. Her own hand is running idly over his skin, tracing a path along his shoulder and around his side, then up his back.] I'll have you know I whittled it down to a very aggressive alarm system. But I'd also like you to keep all your parts in tact, so. [It's a moot point.
She chuckles a little at his question, moving her hand to the back of his neck so she can carefully massage the muscles there.] I can stay until morning. And I don't have any plans to get dressed.
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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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You want my dick? Will that be less of a tease?
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[The way she says it makes it clear that she wasn't really complaining about him being an incorrigible tease. Even so, she lets her fingers slip free from his hair so she can lean up on her elbows and look down at him.] Yes. Get up here.
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He joins their mouths together in a demanding kiss while he positions himself. They've done this so many times that he isn't concerned when he enters her, burying his dick to the hilt and starting to move immediately. He knows she wants that. ]
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One of her hands curls into his hair as she meets him to return the kiss hungrily, her other hand running down so she can trail her nails lightly down his skin. She makes a sound of enjoyment into his mouth as her fingertips press into his back, arching up against him. There's times that she likes it slower, or more intimate, but quick and hard is exactly what she's looking for. The fact that they're so often on the same page is a definite bonus when they fall into bed together.]
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I'm gonna come, [ he tells her. ] But I can make it last. Tell me what you need, babe.
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A quiet laugh escapes her mouth and she nips at his earlobe, murmuring against his ear.] Just keep that up until you come. I'm almost there.
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Come on, Tash, I wanna feel you get off.
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[The comment is delivered breathlessly, playfully, and she grins up at him with a spark of wicked humor in her eyes. She finishes only moments later, one of her hands sinking into his hair as her legs wrap around him, arching into him as she rides the wave of pleasure until she's done.
She pulls him in to press a quick, firm kiss on his mouth.] I should surprise you naked in your apartment more often.
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[ He runs his hand down her back gently, dipping down to kiss her again. ] How long are you staying? And please tell me you don't want to get dressed.
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She chuckles a little at his question, moving her hand to the back of his neck so she can carefully massage the muscles there.] I can stay until morning. And I don't have any plans to get dressed.
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