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]

"Oh and just what are you thinking about?" Bucky asks pushing his fingers through his hair.

[from_a_distance]

"Your sexy ass," Clint says with a grin, running his hands over Bucky's chest. "Obviously."

[not_a_commie]

"I do have a pretty nice ass, not as good as yours though." He says wrapping his arms around Clint and kissing him under the hot spray.

[from_a_distance]

"You got other things to make up for it," Clint assures him, fingers tangling in Bucky's wet hair as he leans into the kiss.

[not_a_commie]

Bucky hums at the fingers in his hair, and deepens the kiss. His hands moving along Clint's hips.

[from_a_distance]

Clint moans softly into Bucky's mouth, breaking the kiss just to murmur, "Happy birthday to me..."

[not_a_commie]

"A very happy birthday indeed." He says smiling his lips moving to Clint's neck.

[from_a_distance]

Clint easily tilts his head for Bucky, baring his throat. His hand curls around the back of Bucky's neck.

[not_a_commie]

"Don't want any hickies where they'll show tomorrow." He teases and sinks down to the floor of the shower, giving Clint a small Smirk.

[from_a_distance]

"No turtlenecks at the Magic Kingdom?" Clint asks, grinning down at him, fingers moving into Bucky's hair.

[not_a_commie]

"Nope, I don't want to be laughing all day at you trying to hide love bites." He says just before pressing a kiss to Clint's thigh, then low on his abdomen, avoiding the man's cock for now.

[from_a_distance]

Clint moans softly in protest, stomach muscles rippling under Bucky's lips. "Maybe I'd just wear them out..."

[not_a_commie]

Bucky snorts and shakes his head a little, but he finally licks up the length of Clint's cock sucking the head into his mouth.

[from_a_distance]

"Ah, fuck," Clint groans, shifting to lean back against the wall, fingers twisting in Bucky's hair.

[not_a_commie]

Bucky groans at the fingers curling into his hair and takes a little more into his mouth. He runs his tongue along the underside of Clint's cock for a moment before pulling back and sucking at just the head, his tongue flicking around the slit.

[from_a_distance]

"Jesus, babe," Clint mutters, struggling not to thrust into Bucky's mouth.

[not_a_commie]

Bucky smirks around Clint's cock, blinking the water away from his eyes. He takes more into his mouth again swallowing around the cock. He pulls off when he needs a breath and just licks at the length his tongue flicking against the slit.

"There's a second coming joke there somewhere, but my mouth is busy." He smirks sucking the man back down.

[from_a_distance]

"Gotta have a first coming first," Clint says, laughing, breathless, as his hips roll forward a little.

[not_a_commie]

Bucky can't help it he laughs around Clint's cock, he lets out a soft groan as the blond's hips move. His hands move along Clint's hips and sides as he works the archer's cock.

[from_a_distance]

"Jesus, babe," Clint groans, trying not to thrust into Bucky's mouth but letting his hips flex forward anyway.

[not_a_commie]

Bucky groans as Clint's hips twitch and flex and he moves one of his hands to start rubbing Clint's balls as he sucks the man's cock.

[from_a_distance]

"Fuck, yeah." Clint's breath comes in harsh gasps, and he lets himself settle into the pleasure, bracing one hand against the wall when he feels his orgasm building.

[not_a_commie]

In the back of his mind he's kind of wishing they brought lube into the bathroom with them, but they have plenty of time for fun over the next few days.

His fingers slide back and press against the spot between Clint's balls and asshole.

He lets out a low groan around the cock in his mouth at Clint's words and grins around it. Pulling back just enough to start working the head again.

[from_a_distance]

Clint's groans shift into something more like a whimper, his hips jerking forward a little at the pressure on his taint. He rocks forward a little instinctively to get Bucky's fingers closer to his hole. He didn't much care about the lack of lube.

[not_a_commie]

Bucky's fingers move further and start rubbing around Clint's entrance as he works Clint's cock.

He pulls off with a pop and licks his lips, taking a slow breath, before getting back to sucking Clint's brain out through his dick.