Moderation
Title: Moderation
Author: Nakimochiku
Fandom: Avengers
Characters/Pairings: Clint Barton/ Tony Stark
Warnings: naughty language
Rating: PG13
Summary: Clint doesn't feel guilty about wanting Tony. And certainly doesn't consider wanting him in moderation.
Note: IronHawk guys. it. eats. me. so here, have some so it can eat. you. too.
Tony Stark makes it easy to want him. Just once, just a little, just a taste. He makes it so damn easy to be charmed, ensnared, enamoured. He makes it so easy to fall in love with him, like he's an open invitation, a fountain that everyone is allowed to drink from. It's why Clint doesn't feel too guilty, watching him just a little too long, studying the shape of him beneath his clothes.
Clint wants to fuck the smirk right off Tony's face. He wants to make him shut. Up. He wants to fuck him, drive him wild. He wants to make Tony scream. He wants to be the best Tony's ever, and will ever have. He wants Tony to remember the taste and feel of him. He wants to fuck Tony until he forgets his own fucking name. He wants, and Tony knows it.
Tony knows it, and teases. Smirks a little as he licks his lips suggestively slow, eyes smouldering, gaze promising so much debauchery as he crooks his fingers just so. Crooks his fingers and winks and says "Barton? I got a new type of arrow I want you to test out." Like it's not fucking obvious what they're both looking for.
Tony Stark makes it easy to want him, and just as easy to act on that want. Clint isn't sure if he's grateful. But he sure as hell doesn't blush when he watches the curve in the small of Tony's back, as pretty as a taut bow, and the genius catches him looking. Sure, he's had just a little, just a taste.
But just once? Moderation isn't an option around Tony Stark.
Author: Nakimochiku
Fandom: Avengers
Characters/Pairings: Clint Barton/ Tony Stark
Warnings: naughty language
Rating: PG13
Summary: Clint doesn't feel guilty about wanting Tony. And certainly doesn't consider wanting him in moderation.
Note: IronHawk guys. it. eats. me. so here, have some so it can eat. you. too.
Tony Stark makes it easy to want him. Just once, just a little, just a taste. He makes it so damn easy to be charmed, ensnared, enamoured. He makes it so easy to fall in love with him, like he's an open invitation, a fountain that everyone is allowed to drink from. It's why Clint doesn't feel too guilty, watching him just a little too long, studying the shape of him beneath his clothes.
Clint wants to fuck the smirk right off Tony's face. He wants to make him shut. Up. He wants to fuck him, drive him wild. He wants to make Tony scream. He wants to be the best Tony's ever, and will ever have. He wants Tony to remember the taste and feel of him. He wants to fuck Tony until he forgets his own fucking name. He wants, and Tony knows it.
Tony knows it, and teases. Smirks a little as he licks his lips suggestively slow, eyes smouldering, gaze promising so much debauchery as he crooks his fingers just so. Crooks his fingers and winks and says "Barton? I got a new type of arrow I want you to test out." Like it's not fucking obvious what they're both looking for.
Tony Stark makes it easy to want him, and just as easy to act on that want. Clint isn't sure if he's grateful. But he sure as hell doesn't blush when he watches the curve in the small of Tony's back, as pretty as a taut bow, and the genius catches him looking. Sure, he's had just a little, just a taste.
But just once? Moderation isn't an option around Tony Stark.