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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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.

Coulson's directions are easily followed and he adjusts with the other men to make this whole thing just a little more comfortable, well within in the range where Steve is glad that they're not required to be frozen anymore. He jerks Bucky a little more steadily as he kisses Clint back, nipping back in kind, before giving him a proper kiss again.

Phil's smile was slow-spreading and warm as the trio resumed what they'd been doing.

He made another pleased little sound in his throat as he shifted his shoulders a little, settling more comfortably, trying to take in the scene as a whole, but really only able to focus on one piece at a time.

Clint's eyes closed briefly as Bucky's teeth moved over his skin, the sharpness of that nip making his cock jump in Bucky's grip.

As his free hand moved over Steve's back, sliding along his spine and curling around Steve's ass, he blinked his eyes open, meeting Phil's gaze and gasping, eyes dark and heavy-lidded.

Bucky smirks a little against Clint's skin, when he feels Clint's cock jump in his hand. He lets out a slow breath and sets about to sucking a hicky onto Clint's neck.

He keeps work both the men in his hands, after a moment he pulls back and looks at Steve. A flush creeping over him as watches them kiss.

His hand moves from Steve's cock to his hip, and his lips move from Clint's body to Steve's the rest of his hair escaping the tie.

His hand keeps working Clint his thumb swirling around the head of the younger man's cock.

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Happy birthday, Phil

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