Open Birthday Post

[from_a_distance]

For most of Clint's life, his birthday has not been a very big deal to just about anybody. When he was really little, there were cupcakes, and sometimes games and once (he thinks) friends, but that didn't last long, and the group home was not big on birthdays, and in the circus nobody really cared, and since then...well, as you get older, birthdays just stop being as big of a deal.

At least, that's what he always tells himself. And that's why he never tells anybody when his birthday is. Doesn't matter anyway. It's just another year.

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[not_a_commie]

"Says the man with the bluray collection." Bucky teases back, returning the kiss easily. "How many people think they can they they saw Steam Boat Willie at the pictures?" He's says making fun of himself a little.

[from_a_distance]

"Just you, old man," Clint teases in return. "But you can tell me all about it."

[not_a_commie]

"Well sonnie, I was 10 and sound was still a newfangled thing." He says with a mock old man voice. "You gonna have cake or do you have other plans for your birthday, oh our flight is the day after tomorrow he adds, unless you wanna fly us."

[from_a_distance]

"Yes, Dad," Clint says with a sage nod before smirking.

"Somehow I don't think SHIELD is gonna let us borrow a jet for this."

[not_a_commie]

Bucky's lips twitch at the title and he's not going to delve into why he likes that his hands slide a little lower along Clint's back. "Good boy." He quips back before he can even think about it.

"Flying coach it is." He laughs a little, airport security should be fun, at lest he has the damper.

[from_a_distance]

Clint doesn't think anything of it until Bucky responds, and then his eyes darken a little, and a shiver runs down his spine and he's leaning into Bucky.

"Couldn't spring for first class?" he asks, his voice a little rough.

[not_a_commie]

Bucky licks his lips and lets out a rough laugh and shakes his head, "Got the fancy hotel, had to cut back somewhere... remember I'm not used to have actual money to spend...I'm sure we can stay entertained on the flight." He hands move a little lower to grope Clint a bit.

"So good birthday so far?" He asks Clint kissing him again, slow and easy.

[from_a_distance]

"I guess I can live with that." Clint keeps his arms looped around Bucky's shoulders. His hips arch forward casually against Bucky's.

"Great birthday so far," he murmurs into Bucky's lips, his own quirked up into a smile.

[not_a_commie]

"Cake or do you have something else on your mind right now?" He grins a little leaning his forehead to Clint's, smirking. "You're birthday, your menu." He says with a playful wink.

[from_a_distance]

"You're putting something else on my mind," Clint admits, nosing along Bucky's cheek. "But that cake is pretty tempting..."

[not_a_commie]

"Welll we could have the cake and then deal with those thoughts your having.... take it with us, or just take the half can of frosting left." He says easily pulling Clint a little closer and rubbing against him a little.

[from_a_distance]

Clint tucks his face into Bucky's neck a moment, groaning quietly. "Let's take the frosting and have the cake after."

[not_a_commie]

"What ever you want birthday boy." Buck says but doesn't pull away for a long moment, but then he's pulling back to go to the kitchen and get the tub of bright purple frosting he mixed up.

He takes some onto his finger and licks it off.

[from_a_distance]

Clint grins and reaches to drag his finger through the frosting, bringing his finger to his mouth as well and making a show of licking it off as he starts to move toward the bedroom. "Coming, old man?"

[not_a_commie]

"Listen here whippersnapper I could teach you a thing or too." He laughs though his eyes have gone a little dark with lust as he follows Clint toward the bedroom. "Keep making the age jokes, kid." He says kicking off his sneakers, "Call me whatever you want but the line is grandpa." He jokes setting the frosting down on the edge of the bed to start striping out of his clothes.

[from_a_distance]

"Whatever I want, huh?" Clint asks, his own eyes rapidly darkening as he kicks off his boots and pulls his shirt over his head.

[not_a_commie]

"Yeah." He nods pushing his pants off and tossing them toward the hamper, and coming over and running his hands down Clint's chest for a moment he can't help it he wants to touch. He pulls off his shirt and drops it to the ground. "Whatever you want, and well whatever you want to night it's your birthday, fuck."

[from_a_distance]

Clint leans into the touch, dragging his own hands over Bucky's chest once he's got his shirt off.

"Want you to teach me a thing or two," he teases, reaching for Bucky's waistband.

[not_a_commie]

Bucky grins and arches an eyebrow. "Yeah? And what should tonight's lesson be?" He he asks fingers trailing down Clint's back, to his underwear and pushing them down over the swell of his ass.

[from_a_distance]

Clint leans forward, nuzzling at Bucky's throat as he tugs open Bucky's pants. He isn't sure how to ask for what he wants or if he has the guts to.

"What...whatever you think I need to learn?" he says, throwing it back on Bucky.

[not_a_commie]

Bucky huffs a little and kisses Clint slow and easy as the man works open his pants. He gives Clint's ass a slight squeeze as he pulls back.

"Clint I want you to tell me what you want." He says swallowing a little, as his pants fall to his knees he shimmies the rest of the way out. "All about you tonight." He says start to nip a long Clint's neck a little.

[from_a_distance]

Clint swallows as well, shivering a bit as Bucky's teeth move over him. His arms slide around Bucky's back, and he holds him close, almost clinging to him. His breath comes a bit quicker, his heart picking up speed. "I want...I want to be a good boy for you," he murmurs into Bucky's ear.

[not_a_commie]

The words go straight to Bucky's dick, which was already tenting his boxers to start with.

"Your always a good boy for me, babe." He says hands starting to knead Clint's ass a little more. He sucks in a slow breath, he kind of can't believe they're getting up to this.

"You got a mouth on you, but you're always very good." He murmurs back nipping at Clint's lip a little as he pushes Clint's underwear the rest of the way down.

[from_a_distance]

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..."

[not_a_commie]

Bucky swallows at that, and it hits him as hard as it did in the kitchen. His eyes go a little wide and he licks his lips. He can't think about it not right now. He knows a some point they'll have to talk about it.

"You do a very good job, pal." He says voice rough, he gets his hands under Clint and picks him up. "Is that what you want? You want me to take good care of you tonight?"