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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[from_a_distance]

"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.

[not_a_commie]

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.

[from_a_distance]

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.

[not_a_commie]

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."

[from_a_distance]

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

[not_a_commie]

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.

[from_a_distance]

Clint's panting breath comes out in high-pitched whines, and he's all but writhing under Bucky's touch. "Almost," he gasps. "Almost..."

[not_a_commie]

"Come on baby." His voice rough with arousal as he works his fingers and hand finding a steady rhythm. "Let me see you come."

[from_a_distance]

That's all it takes to push him over, and a moment later, Clint is coming, arching up off the bed with a groan.

[not_a_commie]

Bucky keeps pumping his fingers in and out of Clint. His hand picking up speed as he strokes Clint through his orgasm. "Such a good boy I have, look at you." He murmurs, his own cock hard, heavy and leaking between his legs. "Want you so bad."

[from_a_distance]

Clint pants heavily as he catches his breath, shivering with Bucky's hand still working him over.

"Yes," he breathes. "Please. Want you to fuck me, Daddy."

[not_a_commie]

Buck slows down and lets go of Clint's cock, his fingers still working him. He grins a little, at the state Clint is in, but is far to aroused to savor it for too long.

He pulls his fingers free, and slicks up his cock and sits against the headboard, he pulls Clint into his lap. "Still want you to ride me baby, can you do it?" He asks kissing Clint slow and deep.

[from_a_distance]

Groaning softly into the kiss, Clint settles himself into Bucky's lap. "Yeah," he murmurs. "Yeah, I can do that."

[not_a_commie]

Clint moves his hands over Clint's body slowly, his cock hard and aching with need.

The metal hand moves under Clint's ass and lifts him just a little, while he takes his own cock in his human hand and rubs it against Clint's hole. "Such a good boy, are you ready baby?"

[from_a_distance]

"Yeah," Clint groans, curling one arm around Bucky's shoulder and pushing down to take Bucky's cock into him. "Jesus, Daddy..."

[not_a_commie]

Bucky's hands move to Clint's hips as the blond sinks down on to his cock. He lets out a low groan his hands rubbing along Clint's sides. "Good boy, that's right take it all in, you can do it, such a good boy." He rambles off his hips jerking upward a little.

[from_a_distance]

Clint gives a rough gasp as Bucky's hips move, and he shifts his arms to grip Bucky's shoulders. "Thank you," he breathes, voice gruff and breathless. "Want it good for you."

[not_a_commie]

"You're always good for me." he murmurs his breath hitches a little, he kisses Clint's Jaw and the crook of the blonds neck. "You're perfect." He smiles against the skin of Clint's neck.

[from_a_distance]

"Oh, god," Clint gasps, letting his head fall back, the praise more comforting to him than he'd care to admit. He shifts just slightly to get better leverage before he starts to move over Bucky's lap, just slow motions for now.

[not_a_commie]

Bucky kisses along Clint's throat hands roaming over Clint's body. "That's it, fuck..." Bucky breathes out as Clint starts to move on his cock. "God you feel so good on my dick."

[from_a_distance]

"Good," Clint groans, burying his face in Bucky's neck as he picks up his speed a little. "You feel...perfect. Just right."

[not_a_commie]

Bucky's hands grip Clint's waist squeezing a little, he's been pretty worked up with things tonight, and he can already feel the heat coiling low inside his stomach.

"That's is baby, make me come." He lets out a ragged breath. "You make me feel so good."

[from_a_distance]

Clint moves faster, shifting to take Bucky deeper each time. "You too, Daddy," he breathes, his voice ragged, his cock already twitching again. "So good. Want to feel you come."

[not_a_commie]

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.

[from_a_distance]

"Maybe?" Clint mutters gruffly, suddenly very much wanting to, if only because Bucky asked. "Yeah...yeah, I think so. Touch me?"

He slows his movements a little, wanting to come with Bucky if he manages it.