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]

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.

[from_a_distance]

Clint leans forward, head thunking softly against the tile of the shower wall. Bucky pulling off gave him a little more control, but that didn't last for long.

"Jesus...almost..."

[not_a_commie]

Bucky hums and grins up at Clint one metal finger pushing in as his tongue circles the crown of Clint's cock. The water making his hair fall in a curtain around his face.

[from_a_distance]

"Fuck, yes," Clint groans loudly, leaning heavily against the wall as he comes, fingers tightening in Bucky's hair.

[not_a_commie]

Bucky sucks him though his orgsam, not pulling off until the man starts to soften. He licks his lips as he gets back to his feet pushing wet hair from his face. "Happy birthday, babe."

[from_a_distance]

Clint laughs breathlessly, forehead leaning against the tile as he grins down at Bucky. "Happy birthday to me..."

[not_a_commie]

Bucky Smirks a little and gets back to his feet, carding his fingers through Clint's hair, then starts to wash the man's back, kissing the back of Clint's neck.

His soapy hands roaming a little lower. "Feelin' good, birthday boy."

[from_a_distance]

Clint hums happily, leaning back against Bucky. "Yeah, definitely feeling good," he agrees. "You?"

[not_a_commie]

"Feeling good." he grins planting more kisses along Clint's neck. "little worked up but it's your day so all good." He laughs softly, hands rubbing Clint's hips.

[from_a_distance]

Clint laughs roughly. "Bet I could help with that," he says, hips pushing back a little.

[not_a_commie]

"Yeah?" He smirks kissing and nipping at Clint's neck, his cock rubbing against Clint the cleft of ass.

[from_a_distance]

"Yeah," Clint rumbles, pushing back against Bucky's cock.

[not_a_commie]

Bucky takes his cock in hand and presses the head against Clint's entrance. "YOu gonna be okay with out prep, baby." Bucky murmurs kissing along Clint's neck.