from_a_distance | Happy birthday, Phil

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Happy birthday, Phil

Clint was not very good at presents most of the time. He was good at trinkets or silly things he found on a mission that reminded him of someone, but he was not good at pre-meditated, thoughtful gifts. He really wanted to do Phil's birthday properly, but he always worried that he wasn't going to be able to make that happen.

This year, though, he had a great idea. If he could make it happen.

He was waiting for Bucky outside the range, figuring he could catch him alone there.

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"That is mean." Bucky says with a laugh pushing Steve's pants down as far as he can, and his palm passes over the front of Steve's boxers. He Shimmies the rest of the way out of his own jeans.

He smirks a little at Steve, before he trails metal fingers down Clint's chest, and human down Steve's dragging their shorts down. "Now we're getting to the good stuff."

"Guess we'll just have to behave," Steve laughs, grinning a little at Bucky, because when is the last time he's done that in bed? He groans slightly when the man palms him and extracts himself from his pants, then helps Clint. He just shakes his head at Bucky, amused.

"That is the idea behind punishments for misbehavior." Phil replied, settling himself just a little more comfortably in his chair, feet still propped up on the edge of the bedframe, out of the way of what was going on on top of the mattress.

The reply had mostly been to Clint's statement, but it worked as a response to all of them, really, and he couldn't help but smile at just how pliant Clint was already, it was a good sign that he really was alright with this.

All right with this, and getting more comfortable as things go on but still trying to focus more on Phil than on what was happening on the bed. It wasn't easy when that metal finger moved down his chest.

"Jesus," he muttered, eyes flicking over to Phil to make sure he was enjoying this as much as Clint was. He shifted to get out of his own jeans without dislodging Bucky's hand.

Bucky grins a little at Clint. He tugs down Clint's and Steve's boxers the rest of the way, he takes Steve in hand and starts Stroking while he leans and kisses Clint metal fingers wrapping around the archers cock.

He groans as Bucky's hand wraps around him and his hips roll into his hand. He's using one hand to keep himself propped up but the other wanders across Clint's back and down his side to squeeze his ass.

Phil made a contented little sound in his throat, head tilting so that he could watch, definitely interested in what was going on, watching even as he went about loosening his tie with slight, deliberate little movements.

For just a moment, when Bucky's hand wrapped around him, Clint let his eyes close, a low groan coming from his throat as his hips rolled up instinctively.

They opened again, though, when he heard that sound from Phil. He didn't pull away from the kiss, but he twisted a little to lean back into Steve's hand and still be able to watch as Phil loosened his tie.

Bucky keeps the kiss up for another moment, before pulling back and licking his lips. "Finally getting a little more comfortable, boss man?" He smirks at Phil before pressing his lips to Steve's. His own erection tenting his boxers.

Steve's eyes flick toward Couulson and watches him as he leans down to kiss up Clint's spine. His gaze shifts to Bucky and he groans, his own hips rolling into the man's hands. He shifts slightly so he can reach out to palm his boyfriend through his boxers.

Well now that was just a lovely tangle of limbs and they'd only just gotten started. Phil was going to give them a little time to get settled before he started imposing order on the proceedings.

There was a small smile at Bucky's statement, tie completely undone and slowly being coiled around one hand, "I think you'll find that I'm always comfortable."

Clint wasn't entirely sure what to do with all that tangle of limbs, especially not with Phil fingering his tie like that. It was almost too much.

"Now, I know that's not true, sir," he said with a smirk, finally getting with the program enough to curl an arm around Steve, fingers stroking up his spine to tangle in his hair.

Bucky snorts a little at Clint's words and lets out a low groan into the kiss as Steve starts to palm him through his shorts.

He keeps stroking Clint, metal thumb circling the head of Clint's dick for a moment before going back to stroking. He keeps stroking Steve as well. So far he has no complaints about how things are going.

There were no complaints from him either. He definitely approves of everything going on right now and his gaze shifts to Coulson so he can make sure the man is enjoying himself. It certainly looked like it and it made him grin a little.

He groaned, head tilting back slightly and his hand squeezed Bucky through his shorts instead, shifting to give Clint a proper kiss.

Phil debated calling a hold there, as he watched Clint's fingers thread through Steve's hair, but decided against it for the time being, because watching Bucky's ministrations was something he wanted to see a while longer. He was entirely unsurprised by the fact that Bucky was fairly well ambidextrous.

He made a half-surprised, but wholly interested sound as Steve claimed another kiss, because that was worth watching as well.

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.

Bucky groans and his mouth moves to Clint's neck it's a little awkward but he doesn't want Steve to stop palming his cock.

He scraps his teeth against the juncture when Clint's neck and shoulder meet.

He heard the sound that Coulson made at the kiss, so he kept doing it. Clearly the man was interested in the sight and he could still feel Bucky up while doing it, though he shifted slightly to try to fix the angle a little more.

The thing with being outside that tangle of limbs and not-quite-right angles meant that Phil could see how to fix it, which was why after a moment he said: "Hold."

His voice was quiet, but it was enough to carry, and it had the edge of an order, he wasn't going to accept any arguments, not that he was expecting any.

The effort it took Clint to hold still just then was monumental, but he managed it, a soft whimper slipping through his lips into Steve's mouth and his toes curling momentarily at the edge in Phil's voice before relaxing again, fingers tight in Bucky's hair.

Bucky stills slowly lips freezing on Clint's neck he holds but twitches and trimmers run through him because fuck if he doesn't love Clint's fingers in his hair and Steve's hand on his cock.

Steve groans slightly in protest at the order to hold, but he complies, trying not to move his hips into Bucky's hand. He keeps his lips on Clint's and glances at him out of the corner of his eye, wondering where this is going.

Phil made a thoughtful little sound, mostly just waiting for them to settle as best they could before he started giving directions.

"Clint, turn towards me about ten degrees." It would take some of the strain off his neck and shoulder and make maintaining the kiss with Steve that much easier without disrupting his hand in Bucky's hair.

"Steve, you're going to shift closer to them both, a bit, maybe six or eight inches, a handspan." Which would make it so neither he nor Bucky had to reach quite as far to keep hold of each other, reducing wrist and elbow strain.

"And Bucky, you've got teeth, use them." He knew that he liked biting Clint, when he got the chance, and he knew that Clint generally seemed to enjoy it, and definitely looked like he was enjoying that teasing scrape, but he hadn't really thought that he could like watching someone else biting Clint before that moment.

"Now go."

Before that moment, Clint hadn't thought he would enjoy being bitten by someone else while Phil watched, but he was definitely seeing the appeal of it here. He took a brief moment to settle himself again before complying with Phil's order. His eyes flicked over to Phil as he shifted, fingers tugging at Bucky's hair a little now that it was more comfortable to do so, nipping lightly at Steve's lip as he moved.

Bucky grunts at the fingers tightening in his hair, his cock twitching in Steve's hand as he keeps working the other men slowly.

He smirks against the skin of Clint's neck and starts with a slow scrape of his teeth, then a nip and a suck.

Happy birthday, Phil

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