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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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?"

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

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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.

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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."

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"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.

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"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.

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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."

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

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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."

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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."

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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.

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"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.

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"Just try..." Bucky nods, grunting a little as Clint slows down. He takes the archer in hand and starts to stroke him, trying to match Clint's pace. "You at you, such a good boy, getting hard for me again." He murmurs nipping at Clint's ear a little. Free arm wrapped around Clint's waist holding him close.

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Clint moved to push into Bucky's grip, cock hardening easily, his fingers tangling in Bucky's hair. "God...you make me so hard," he breathed. "Love your hand...love you."

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"Love you too. So much." he pants, loving the fingers in his hair, "So fucking much, love what you do to me, what you give me." He says mouthing along Clint's neck and shoulder bouncing up into Clint as the man rides his cock.

He matches the pace of his hand with Clint's bouncing. "My good boy, were both going to feel so good, fuck I'm close..." He says nipping at Clint's lower lip.

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"Yeah, yes," Clint groans, shifting just a bit for a better angle. "I can do it..."

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one hand pulls Clint down and holds him, as he starts to come hard, the other hand keeps stroking Clint. A mix of Clint's name and endearments falling from Bucky's lips as he comes hard and deep inside Clint.

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Clint clings tightly to Bucky's shoulders, hovering just on the edge of orgasm, toes curling as Bucky's hand moves over him. When he does come, it's with a deep groan, head thrown back.

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Bucky's breath is ragged as Clint comes he holds the man close nuzzling into his neck. "Good boy..." He breathes out starting to collect himself a little. "Shit that was... amazing." He smirks a bit.

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Clint slumps against him, breathing heavily, head burrowed in the crook of Bucky's neck. "Yeah?" he asks, his voice soft and a little shaky.

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"Yeah." Bucky nods hands rubbing softly along Clint's back. "It was, really fucking great." He says pressing a kiss to the top of Clint's head."You wanna talk about it? I mean we should probably talk about it..." He says easily, keeping up the light touches.

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"You think so?" Clint asks, keeping his head tucked, his face hidden. He didn't really want to talk about it, figured it meant he was pretty fucked up.

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"Yeah, I think so." He nods he lets Clint keep his face hidden. "I think it was hot, I think it was fun... I already like taking care of you." He says with a slight shrug, rubbing a hand up and down and Clint's back a little more firmly.

"I just..." He pauses trying to think of how to put these thoughts together. "I want to know, is it just you wanting to call me that or is there more you want? Or are you going to leave me to my own devices and google?"

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Clint tried to let Bucky's touch relax him, but he couldn't stop himself from tensing as Bucky kept talking. "No, it's...it's fine," he said, pulling himself off Bucky's lap to get up off the bed. "It was just a thing, that's all. Nothing more to it."

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"Hey whoa... where are you going." He says reaching out and putting his human hand on Clint's shoulder. "Don't clam up on me now..." He says voice easy and warm.

"I told you I liked it, and I haven't come that hard in a long time." He says honestly, not pulling Clint back but keeping his hand on him.

"So please don't it's fine me... because one: It's your birthday, two: we just had really great fucking sex, three: we're going to Disneyland the day after tomorrow, and four: I would like to continue to have really fucking hot sex with you." He gives Clint's shoulder a slight squeeze.