from_a_distance | Open Birthday Post

"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.

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

"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."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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..."

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?"

When Bucky doesn't pull away, doesn't look at Clint like he's disgusting and perverted, Clint lets out a deep breath he didn't realize he'd been holding and wraps his arms around Bucky's shoulders as he's lifted. He figures Bucky will want to talk about this later, but for now he doesn't want to worry about all that.

"Yeah," is all he says, his voice a little smaller than before. "Please. Please, take care of me?"

"I will, I got you babe." He says kissing Clint as he carries him over to the bed. With Clint this worked up he couldn't say no, and he always liked taking care of the guy so what if he wants to add names to it.

And god if it wasn't fucking hot to see Clint like this.

Bucky lays him out on the bed kneeling between Clint's legs, hands moving over down along Clint's chest until human fingers are warping around Clint's cock and giving it a few strokes before he leans over and kisses the blond.

"Gonna make you feel real good baby."

"Ah, Jesus," Clint gasps into the kiss, pushing a little into Bucky's hand. "You always do, Daddy. Take such good care of me."

"Someone's gotta take care of you." He says giving Clint one more slow stroke. "You deserve it." He grins a little kissing Clint's neck a little and letting go of Clint's cock.

"Think I want to ride me tonight, birthday boy." He says voice rough, as he leans over Clint to dig through the bed side table for the lube.

Clint leans up toward him as he moves, one hand staying on Bucky at all times, unwilling to give up the contact.

"Yeah? I can do that for you."

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."

"I want..." Clint swallows, shivering at the thought of either suggestion. "I want you in me," he says, voice hitching. That much he's sure of, at least. "And...I want to make you feel good."

"You'll get it." Buck grins, "whatever you want tonight, kid." He says pushing Clint's legs up and slicking his fingers.

He starts rubbing human fingers around the tight ring of of muscle slowly and stroking Clint with his metal hand. "Gonna get you nice and open." He smiles.

"Mmm, fuck," Clint murmurs, his voice almost a whine. "You're so...god, I love your hand, Daddy." His cock jumps in Bucky's grip, and his hips roll smoothly in response to his fingers.

Bucky's breath hitches at the comment about his hand and by extension his arm, it's a touchy area for him. It never stops touching how much Clint likes it, how much he accepts Bucky touching him with it.

"Well..." He pauses and licks his lips a little fingers adding just a little more pressure. "Daddy loves all of you, pal." He says easy and warm.

He presses two fingers in and starts to work Clint open a little quicker, keeping up with the slow strokes to his cock. "Tell me now baby, you wanna come before or after?" He murmurs.

Normally Clint prefers to come with Bucky, likes sharing that moment, but tonight he wants something different. He wants to be able to focus on Bucky's pleasure, even if this is supposed to be about him.

"Before," he breathes, reaching up to curl a hand around Bucky's shoulder.

Bucky like it too, but there is nothing wrong with trying different things. He works his fingers in and out of Clint a little quicker and speeds the stroking on Clint's dick. His thumb swirling around the head of the man's cock on each up stroke.

"Gonna make you feel so good, Clint. Gonna make you come then give you my cock."

"Yes," Clint groans, moving with Bucky's hands, already turned on enough that he knows it won't be long. "So good, Daddy."

Buck works in a third finger slowly, he wants to get Clint nice and open and worked up.

"Come on baby." He says smirking a little stroking Clint a little faster.

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