Something in Clint relaxes a little when Bucky takes it so well. It isn't something he's indulged in very often, and he's gotten a couple of negative reactions to it. Really negative. His breathing is still a little ragged, and he lets out a breathy little moan as Bucky's hands move over him. "I try," he mumbles, leaning against Bucky. "I really try to be good for you..." There's a catch in his voice, a little hesitation, before he adds, "Daddy..."