Bucky grins as he finally finds the lube and tosses it aside kissing Clint, cupping his face in both hands.

"Is that what you want, birthday boy? ride me." He murmurs against Clint's lips. "Or you want me to take my time opening you and take you like this?" He says his lips moving to the hollow of Clint's throat. "It's your day baby boy, want you to feel good."