Clint felt a little like he didn't have anything good to do with his hands. It was hard to mind, though, with Bucky's metal hand moving over his dick in a strangely appealing sensation and Steve's mouth slotted against his. He groaned softly against Steve's mouth, his eyes finally closing, and brought his free hand up to tangle in Bucky's hair as well, none too subtly tugging him toward his neck.