Clint held still in his movements immediately at that whine he couldn't quite place, but Natasha made sure quick enough what she wanted. His cock gave another very interested twitch at the prospect and he had to try and think very hard of Fury's face before his first coffee to not let get things too heated up.

When he could breath right again, he lowered his head to cover Natasha's neck with small kisses, his hand gently resting on her waist to feel every move, every shiver of her body and react accordingly.

There had been plenty of oil already, so he wasted no more time exploring her hot tightness with a first finger, slowly, carefully, always listening to the signs of her body. She felt so fucking good that it had him panting and moaning in no time again, and his hips started rocking against hers slightly without him willing them to.