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[from_a_distance]

Clint is more than happy to be finished with the picnic, as nice as it was, and have Toothgrinder settled with a bowl of water.

He tugs Phil up to the hallway outside their rooms and stops with a grin.

"Your place or mine?"

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[sonofcoul]

He mulls the question over for a very brief moment. "Definitely mine. Yours next time."

[from_a_distance]

"Deal," Clint says and pulls him toward Phil's room.

[sonofcoul]

He wraps one arm around Phil's waist and opens his door with his free hand, pulling Clint inside.

[from_a_distance]

Clint leans into him, kissing Phil deeply, arms curling around him.

[sonofcoul]

He kisses back just as deeply, kicking the door closed behind the two of them and pulling Clint closer to himself.

[from_a_distance]

"Fuck," Clint mutters against his lips, sliding his hands down Phil's chest to tug his shirt up.

[sonofcoul]

"That's the general idea," he replies in a murmur of his own before shifting his head to nip at the side of Clint's neck.

[from_a_distance]

Clint groans softly, tilting his head to the side as he runs his hands up under Phil's shirt.

[sonofcoul]

Phil exhales heavily at the contact and pulls Clint even closer to himself.

[from_a_distance]

Clint's hands slide over his skin, and he presses close, pushing Phil back against the door.

[sonofcoul]

He makes a softly pleased sound and slips his own hands beneath Clint's shirt with a smile.

[from_a_distance]

He rolls his hips forward with a low groan and then pulls back to tug his shirt off.

[sonofcoul]

He grunts softly at the pressure of Clint's hips and leans in for another fierce kiss as the shirt is disposed of.

[from_a_distance]

He nips at Phil's lips as he pushes Phil's shirt up, fingers teasing across his skin.

[sonofcoul]

Phil hums softly and shifts just a bit, lightly playing his fingertips along Clint's back.

[from_a_distance]

He shivers, reaching for Phil's waistband to tug it open.

[sonofcoul]

He sucks in a breath. "God, Clint."

[from_a_distance]

"It's okay, right?" Clint murmurs, leaning in to nuzzle Phil's throat.

[sonofcoul]

"Better than okay," he murmurs. "Much better."

[from_a_distance]

"Good," he breathes, teeth scraping over Phil's neck as he slides his hands into Phil's trousers.

[sonofcoul]

He tilts his head back, hands tensing against Clint's back.

[from_a_distance]

Clint's hand moves to rub him through his underwear, tongue soothing over the faint red marks left by his teeth.

[sonofcoul]

His breath grows a bit more ragged and his hands almost automatically slide down to grasp at Clint's ass.

[from_a_distance]

Clint groans, hips jerking forward, grinding against Phil. He pulls back slightly to get Phil's shirt off.

[sonofcoul]

Phil somewhat reluctantly lets go with one hand to help with removing his shirt.