No one knew exactly how Clint had become a regular at these… sessions, but somewhere, somehow, he had. Perhaps he had been crawling the heating ducts and ventilation shafts and happened to wander upon a particularly rousing game of “dress Billy up in lingerie”, or maybe his general perusal of the security cameras through a thoroughly shifty relationship with JARVIS had led to facts being uncovered that had intrigued him. Either way, it had happened- and it wasn’t likely to end any time soon. He was attached, now: to the Maximoff boys and their (quite terribly attractive) hulking protector in particular. Tony and Steve didn’t seem to mind him in their territory, playing his gentle games with Teddy and bringing Tommy to heel with only a few murmured words and his archer callouses gripping silver hair firmly. Or, as he was today, taking advantage of Billy’s flexible muscles in a way only someone who’s trained with Natasha Romanoff could.
He’d bent him into a position unlike any Billy had fucked in before, forehead pressed to the mattress, elbows down in the comforter and hands under his shoulder blades- his torso arched into a bridge and his knees holding half of his weight, legs bent under his body and cock straining upwards towards his taut stomach muscles. He panted, straining to buck his hips, caught up in the limitations of his own body as Clint watched him with a smirk on his face.
“I really think you should show this one to your other archer buddy, you know,” he said, quiet and offhand, licking his lips appreciatively. “That Harper kid, the one that comes with when your Gotham boys visit.” Callouses ran up the center of his torso, the muscles twitching and a shuddering breath escaping Billy’s mouth as he clenched his eyes shut, the burn in his muscles escalating with each aborted thrust upwards towards Clint. “You could show it to him on that beach trip all you naughty boys are taking, hmm?” He purred, pressing his mouth to Billy’s navel and digging his fingernails into his tight thighs. “Stretch out on the beach for him in the sand, shaking and begging just like this… Come all over yourself and let him lick it off with the ocean salt,” Clint’s teeth nipped at one hip bone and Billy moaned, high and desperate, his body squirming as much as it could in such a position. Archer fingers, rough textured but gentle, slid between his barely parted thighs and trailed upwards, catching on the sparse, silky hair and pressing into the dark space at the junction of Billy’s legs. The teenager jolted, his head shaking as he whined, cock dripping a trail of precome down smooth muscles.
“Please- yes,” He whimpered, flushed dark with prolonged arousal, the difficulty of keeping the position making him light headed with the need to please Clint- with the need to obey him. Clint shushed him gently, fingers rubbing up against that hot place behind his balls, the lube he’d used earlier in teasing the boy still slippery.
“Soon,” the archer soothed, kissing and nipping, leaving red marks all across Billy’s slim hips and shuddering slightly at the thought of Teddy’s possessive look once he noticed the kiss-bruises Clint had left on his lover. Clint would get the tapes from that interaction- how could he not? It would be a consolation on a cold day at the range, training in Star City or huddled in a cabin in the godforsaken north. To see the hot look, the green flashing in Teddy’s eyes as he bit his own bruises darker over Clint’s and rubbed the archer’s citrusy cologne off; relishing and destroying Clint’s marks all at once. He knew that for Teddy it was a mixture- Teddy’s possessive instinct wanted and needed all other lovers’ marks off of his boyfriend, but his kink for knowing other people had had Billy while he was off doing something else made him hard at the sight of such bruises, such scents.
Luckily for Teddy, Clint had no problem helping that kink along. He was happy to do this- to push on the small of Billy’s back and arch him up higher, to press his lips to the slick head of Billy’s blood-dark cock and nuzzle it, to take in the scent of him- aroused and sweaty and somehow like fire with the magic thrumming through his veins. Billy writhed at the touch, begging for Clint’s mouth- for something more substantial that a brief touch.
“I’ll take care of you, baby,” Clint murmured, sweet and low and smirking into the slippery skin as he opened his mouth and slid down on Billy’s bobbing cock. He thrashed, whining, his eyes clenched tight and his muscles straining up towards the archer as broad hands spanned his waist and held him in place. Lips slid up- down- Clint fucking himself on the boy’s cock as he sucked hard and pressed his tongue to the slit before teasing the sweet spot under the head. Both of them were pleading for air with each heave of their chests- silently asking for more, unable to draw a deep breath as the pleasure stole it from them. Clint didn’t appear to mind very much, moaning around Billy’s cock and thrusting his own hips against the bedspread as he tried desperately not to come from the sound, the feel of Billy strung up tight in this position and pleading with his body. And finally-
He stiffened, brown hair splaying out across the duvet and body bowing even more as he came down Clint’s throat, wailing and keening and rubbing his shoulders into the mattress. Clint groaned, breathing hard against his hip and waiting for the brunette to calm. His fingers gently tugged the boy’s legs out from under him and straightened them out, hands easing him out of the bridge and he kissed his way up to Billy’s slick, red mouth. Lips on lips and hips to hips and-
“My turn, pretty boy,” He purred breathlessly, beginning a slow grind.
“Your turn indeed,” Billy rasped. His arms wrapped around Clint’s shoulders and he kissed Clint’s jaw. “Your turn indeed…”