Metal fingers move from Clint's hip and drag across his stomach, slicking the metal with Clint's come from earlier. "Can you come again, baby?" He asks taking Clint in hand.

A low string of curses fall from his lips as Clint picks up the pace. "Fuck, that it's it, just like that, such a good boy." He pants starting to stroke Clint again. Trying to fight off his own orgasm for the moment. He wants to see if he can make his boy come again.