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]

Clint moves slowly, pushing back to Bucky, relaxing around him. "Christ, yeah," he groans.

[not_a_commie]

The head of Bucky's cock slips in, and he keeps up the slow push into Clint as the man relaxes around him.

He mouths at Clint's neck and stops moving once he's fully inside, giving Clint a moment to adjust. "You feel fan-fucking-tastic." He murmurs nipping at Clint's earlobe. "Still okay?" He asks, because the last thing he wants to do is hurt the man.

[from_a_distance]

Clint groans, leaning his head against the tile as he pushes back to let Bucky in. His cock twitches as Bucky holds himself still, and he nods.

"Yeah," he groans. "Yeah, it's...fuck, it's good."

[not_a_commie]

Bucky pulls out slowly and pushes back in again, biting a little at Clint's shoulder as he bottoms out again.

"Fuck Clint... love hearing you." He says picking up the pace just a little, letting things build up.

[from_a_distance]

"Yes," Clint breathes, reaching back to grip Bucky's hip firmly. "Love you...love this. Don't stop."

[not_a_commie]

"Love you too, Clint... never gonna stop... could stay like this forever." He murmurs rolling his hips and slow and deep into Clint, nuzzling along the man's neck.

[from_a_distance]

"God, yeah," he groans, moving back to each push of Bucky's hips. "Love having you inside me."

[not_a_commie]

Bucky makes a soft pleased sound as he moves finding a slow steady rhythm mouthing at the side of Clint's neck. His hands moving along Clint's hips, as he nips at the blonds shoulder.

[from_a_distance]

Clint moves right along with him, mumbling encouragement, hand reaching back to curl around Bucky's thigh.

[not_a_commie]

"Can you go off again..." Bucky murmurs nipping at Clint's shoulder his hand moving low across Clint's belly as his rocks into him. "Close babe." He nuzzles a little the water still falling hot around them.

[from_a_distance]

"Yeah," Clint groans, his cock fully hard again. "Yeah, think so. Keep going."

[not_a_commie]

Clint nods and his human hand wraps around Clint's cock and starts to stroke in time with his thrusts. His thumb working the head and slit on each up stroke as his plants kisses along Clint's neck and shoulder.

His thrusts start to come quicker and a little harder as he feels his orgasm starts to work it's way down his spine. "God you feel so good, so perfect."

[from_a_distance]

"Yeah, babe," Clint groans, moving into his grip. "You too. Almost there...." He could easily make it last longer, but he wants to come right with Bucky if he can.

[not_a_commie]

The hand on Clint's hip tightens and the hand working Clint's cock picks up the pace.

"Clint... fuck, I'm coming." He warns hips snapping into Clint once, twice, more before pressing in and coming hard inside the other man. "love you so fucking much."

[from_a_distance]

"Yes, yes, yeah, love you!" Clint groans, his muscles tightening as he comes hard, head thrown back.

[not_a_commie]

Bucky doesn't pull out right away, he nuzzles against Clint's neck silent as he catches his breath for a moment. "Fucked at Disneyland... can check that off some list." He laughs breathlessly slowly pulling out of Clint and turning off the water after a moment.

[from_a_distance]

"What the hell list is that on?" Clint asks with a laugh.

[not_a_commie]

"No fucking clue, it's probably on a few lists." He laughs grabbing a couple of fluffy towels and tossing one at Clint, and wrapping the other around his waist. "Those how much of a deviant are you lists." He snorts leaning in and kissing Clint.

[from_a_distance]

Clint chuckles and scrubs it through his hair. "I didn't really need any more points on those lists.

[not_a_commie]

"I think we should aim for all the points." Bucky smirks, "Just you know the ones that wont get us arrested." He snorts pulling on a pair of boxers, and starts toweling off his hair and pulling a brush through it.

[from_a_distance]

"Yeah, let's steer away from jail time," Clint agrees, just flopping onto the bed naked. "Unless you got a thing about dropping the soap..."

[not_a_commie]

"You wanna add that to the list." He laughs tossing the brush aside and flopping across the bed. "Hmm? Get some of those cheap costumes." He says unable to keep the laugh out of his voice.

[from_a_distance]

"You know, I'm okay without that one," he says with a grin. "Unless you got something you wanna play out."

Whoops

[not_a_commie]

"Nah... I'm good." He says shaking his head before grabbing a pillow and shoving it under his head. "Why anything you want to add to the we have to try this list... other then getting you ears tomorrow." He snorts.

[from_a_distance]

"Oh, man," Clint teases, grinning over at Bucky. "You totally wanna fuck me in those ears, don't you?"