"Fuck."

Just a whisper against the touch of her lips, but it carried all the built up excitement of the last minutes. Clint wasn't really surprised that he was already reacting to her when she was just busy with his clothes. As fast as this had to happen, it wouldn't be any less intensive.

Her taste on his lips, sweet and coffee, made him long for more. His hand already moved to her neck, the other around her waist, to pull her much closer, get inside her jeans, reclaim her mouth, all at once... He stopped himself before he had hardly touched her, another hard shudder running down his spine, the same reaction that her purred praise had provoked. It had been some time but he remembered quite well how the game worked. And taking part in it on his own for once, at least for the moment without any kind of restraints, added a whole new level of arousal and anxiety.

He wanted to please her... be good for her. Definitely.

Her lips were still close enough to tease her with the slightest touch of his tongue, his nose gently bumping hers.

"What do you want me to do?"