Shatter Me With Your Touch
Summary:
Bucky welcomes Clint home after he’s been away on a mission.
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PWP standalone oneshot that is so easily isolated from the context of the main fic that I’m posting it before I’ve posted even the first chapter of that other fic 😂
Notes:
In this universe, Bucky and Clint met after Bucky breaks his programming and does not kill Howard Stark. I will write about how they met and the start of their relationship eventually, but I don’t intend for that fic to be explicit. All you really need to know for this fic is that they are in an established relationship.
Many thanks to Kotias for giving this a once-over and assuring me that I still know how to write smut.
And yes, the title is a reference to “Ordinary” by Alex Warren. I will never be normal about that song.
Shatter Me With Your Touch
Clint had barely opened the door to the apartment when a metal arm reached out and yanked him the rest of the way inside. He let out a yelp of alarm that was quickly silenced by familiar lips crashing into his. The door slammed closed as he was pushed up against it, vibranium fingers twisting through his hair and protecting the back of his skull from colliding with the wood.
Clint moaned into the kiss, slouching against the door so that he could keep his face level with Bucky’s. Bucky’s right hand was wrapped around Clint’s neck even as the left stayed tangled in his hair. Clint’s arms wrapped around Bucky’s torso and pulled him closer—not that there was much closer for them to possibly be—and they kissed each other until they ran out of air, eventually pulling apart to catch their breaths. Bucky’s hands cradled Clint’s face while Clint stroked Bucky’s back in a soothing gesture, realizing that the other man was shaking, and not just because of how passionate the kiss had been.
“Not that I mind the passionate welcome home,” Clint began carefully. “But what brought this on?”
“I just missed you, is all,” Bucky murmured into Clint’s neck. His left hand was still in Clint’s hair, but the right had dropped to Clint’s waist and begun to find its way under the other man’s shirt.
“I missed you too,” Clint murmured back. “I also am pretty sure I reek and, could use a shower. Would you like to join me?”
Bucky’s hands fell away from Clint as he stepped back, only to lock their fingers together as he began to pull Clint towards the bathroom, “no need to ask questions you already know the answers to.”
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Clint had barely gotten the water started before Bucky was on his knees, Clint’s cock in his mouth. Clint nearly slipped, only for Bucky to grab his thighs, Clint’s feet off the shower floor as suddenly all his weight was supported by the supersoldier on his knees before him. Clint groaned, spreading his legs wider, his back against the shower wall as water poured over both of them.
“Holy shit, Bucky, I forget how strong you are sometimes, fuck, yes, just like that.”
He could barely think as Bucky’s lips met his pubic bone, a not insignificant feat given Clint’s size. Clint did his best not to thrust, but gave in when Bucky began to not just hold his thighs but also move Clint’s hips himself.
Despite the fact that Clint’s aides were waterproof he did not like wearing them in the shower, so he could not hear the moans that Bucky was making but he could feel them on his cock, could feel the way that Bucky devoured him like a starving man, Bucky’s hands digging into his thighs hard enough to leave bruises. Clint barely knew what to do with his hands, one was clenched on top of Bucky’s, the other in his own hair as Bucky slowly drove him insane, catching his breath while peppering kisses along the length of Clint’s cock.
“Fuck, I, Bucky I’m going to cum, fuck—”
Bucky immediately switched from how he had been licking the tip of Clint’s cock to instead swallowing him again.
“That’s it baby, you love to swallow my cum don’t you, fuck yes, I—” Clint simply fell apart, slumping in even more as Bucky slowly released him, pulling off of Clint’s cock enough that he could taste the last of Clint’s spend in his mouth, swallowing it all. Slowly he shifted so that Clint was once again steady on his own feet, Bucky’s hands around his waist.
As Clint slowly regained his breath he felt Bucky’s flesh hand cup his face so that their eyes could meet.
OK? Bucky signed. Clint nodded, pulling Bucky into a soft kiss to signal his agreement. When they pulled apart Bucky signed ILY and Clint smiled softly.
“I love you too.” Clint’s hands roamed Bucky’s sides as he noted how Bucky’s cock was spent, though growing increasingly interested once more between them.
“Did you come untouched again?” Clint asked in delight.
Bucky looked away slightly before meeting Clint’s eyes, his face reddening as he nodded.
“I only wish I hadn’t been so distracted as to miss it,” Clint murmured, noting how Bucky’s chest moved as he hitched a breath when Clint’s right hand moved to encircle Bucky’s dick, which was steadily hardening once again. “Would you be willing to indulge me and let me get my mouth on you?”
Clint easily read the Fuck yes on Bucky’s lips, if the fierce nod had not been enough verification, and quickly dropped to his own knees.
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The water was cold by the time they actually got around to properly cleaning themselves, but they eventually managed to get themselves washed, dried, and in bed with one another. Clint looped one of his hearing aids behind his ear while the other sat on the charger so that he could rest his eyes while debriefing Bucky on his latest mission. Bucky ran his hand soothingly up and down Clint’s back as he recounted the details, and when Clint drifted off to sleep he carefully removed the aid, feeling privileged as he always did that Clint had trusted him enough to give Bucky unilateral privilege to do so after they had begun sleeping together consistently enough that he fell asleep wearing them in Bucky’s presence. He placed the aid on the charger before gently maneuvering to remove his prosthetic arm without disturbing Clint, setting it on the side table as well. Clint made a small noise, reaching for Bucky in his sleep and Bucky chuckled softly before clicking the side table off and pulling Clint back into his embrace, closing his own eyes for sleep.