Just the sheer thought made Clint growl back in his throat. Of course people suspected about Natasha and him and honestly he didn't give shit about what other agents were talking.

Only after New York it had started that whispered conversation behind his back had started to hurt, people pitying Natasha for being stuck with a wreck like him. She'd probably call cavemen on him if he told her but he wasn't unhappy at all about certain individuals maybe seeing him like that tomorrow, with her. And if it was just to flip the imaginary bird.

The way she pressed down on him much harder didn't leave much space for more of these thoughts. Instead he buried his head into her neck with a soft moan and kept the tension in his hips up, unmoving, offering her exactly what she needed to earn a few more of these hot noises. His hands sneaked up her sides, teasing the sides of her breasts, knuckles brushing her nipples through her clothes.

"Love it when you use my body like that", he murmured into her ear, more turned on by the second but still not in a rush at all to hunt for his own satisfaction. Watching her was so much better right now.