who needs to go to sleep (when i’ve got you next to me?)

Rating: Explicit

Summary:

404 Plot Not Found. Enjoy a sex marathon between Bucky and Clint instead.

Notes

THIS IS ABOUT TO BE THE GAYEST SHIT. I’M TALKING SEX POLLEN I’M TALKING FACE FUCKING  I’M TALKING SEX MARATHON I’M TALKING COMING UNTOUCHED I’M TALKING ANAL SEX AND FROTTAGE AND OVERSTIMULATION I AM TALKING RIMMING AND FELCHING AND FUCK OR DIE AND YOU KNOW WHAT I MIGHT EVEN THROW IN SOME SHOWER SEX AND A BREEDING KINK BECAUSE WHY THE FUCK NOT. THIS ONE GOES OUT TO THE GUY WHO HAD THE AUDACITY TO BE HOMOPHOBIC TO ME OF ALL PEOPLE ON BISEXUALITY VISIBILITY DAY OF ALL DAYS. HE CAN BE A SAD LONELY BIGOT ALL HE WANTS WHILE WE ALL ENJOY OVER 1.7K WORDS OF GAY SMUT IN HIS (DIS)HONOR.

Real talk: I wrote this out of spite but also really enjoyed myself and am (while still riding the high of having finished it and succeeded in turning on my own frequently sex-averse self) kind of proud of this? Idk, let’s see how morning Rev feels about it.

This satisfies the *checks notes* damn okay this a big of a banger (literally, they bang a lot), lemmie see. Let’s go with my U1: Loki square (because this really is all his fault, even if he’s not got much page time) and C2: Shower Sex square for the Bucky Barnes Bingo, with honorary mentions going to B5: Face Fucking and Y2: Kink: Coming Untouched which I filled with another fic, as well as my B5: Aphrodisiacs square for the Marvel Rare Pair Bingo, and my B2: Clint’s Kink for Bucky’s Metal Arm and Y2: Sex Marathon squares for the WinterHawk Bingo.

who needs to go to sleep (when i’ve got you next to me?)

Clint knew that something was off as soon as Bucky got home. His husband was often tactile—after so many years being treated like a thing more than a person, it was no surprise that he was more than a little touch starved. But the way that he nearly pounced upon Clint as soon as he came back to their apartment in Stark Tower was new. Bucky often needed reassurance after a mission, to be held, to be taken care of, and that often included kissing and cuddling and yes, sex, but this was always prefaced with an “I missed you” an “I’m so glad you’re safe” an “I love you.”

Tonight it was the apartment door flying open and Clint not getting out so much as a “welcome home” before Bucky was stalking over to the couch, yanking Clint’s phone out of his hands, and pouncing on him, cradling the back of Clint’s head with his flesh hand so that the force of it wouldn’t hurt him. Clint couldn’t help but moan as their lips met, familiar, easy, but also, this time, fueled by an almost vicious energy.

Literally.

Because only moments after their lips met there was a literal shock to Clint’s system and he broke away from Bucky, eyes wide. His whole body was tingling, a familiar arousal, but also a thrumming of energy behind it. Bucky had also pulled away, panting, as though he had run a race.

“Buck?” Clint asked, cupping Bucky’s face. “Are you okay? Babe, you’re shaking, what happened?”

“Loki happened,” Bucky growled. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, it’s not—ugh, I just, can I kiss you again? Please?”

“Of course,” Clint replied automatically, because there was little, if anything, that would get him to deny Bucky. Not even coffee. Their lips met again, this time slower, gentler, and Clint could feel Bucky’s rock-solid length press against his thigh, and his own hardness matched as they rutted against one another, the kiss becoming more urgent.

They moved together, the rhythm familiar and frantic, until like a crashing wave Clint found himself overwhelmed, and the two of them came together in what felt like no time at all, in their pants like teenagers.

…but he was still hard.

“Bucky,” Clint began warily, “what’s going on?”

[TL;DR: Loki, Tony, Natasha, and Bucky were on a mission to recover a magical artifact. Loki and Bucky were exposed to something that made them both suddenly hyper-aroused. When they regrouped with Tony and Natasha, as soon as Loki touched Tony, Tony was also affected. They deduced that contact with someone who had been exposed also caused them to become affected by the haze. Natasha immediately separated herself so that she would not be exposed, and Loki transported Bucky to be with Clint, his husband, so that Clint would be the only other person affected. Now let’s get back to the filth]

“So what you’re saying is that this is basically a fuck or die fanfic?” Clint asked with a smile.

“Clint, this isn’t a fanfic,” Bucky rolled his eyes, “I’m serious I don’t know how lon-ahh,” Clint did the thing with his hips that drove Bucky crazy, and Bucky’s ability to think disappeared.

“We don’t have anywhere to be for another week, and I somehow, magically, don’t have a refractory period anymore. I am absolutely going to make the most of this.”

—

Making the most of it took the form of immediately removing all of their clothing and heading immediately to the shower, where despite their best intentions to focus on getting clean more practically resulted in Clint getting down on his knees under the spray, kissing, fondling, worshipping Bucky’s cock with light touches that were steadily driving Bucky more and more insane until he finally took Bucky into his mouth.

Clint was talented in many areas. One of these includes sword swallowing, so he is exactly as good at swallowing dick as one might expect. Still, he intentionally let himself gag and choke on Bucky’s dick, relishing in how Bucky’s firm grip on his hair controlled his every movement as he roughly fucked Clint’s face exactly how they both liked it. Face fucking was nothing new to them—they had been having sex longer than they’d been in a relationship, and they’d long since developed a feel for one another’s boundaries, as well as a complex system of safewords and gestures, especially in times like these when Clint wasn’t wearing his hearing aids and his mouth was too occupied with other tasks to speak.

And precisely because they knew each other so well, Bucky knew to turn off the water and pull out of Clint just before he came, absolutely covering Clint’s face and filling his open and panting mouth with cum. He savored every one of Clint’s moans, the way Clint licked his own cum-soaked lips, how when Clint opened his eyes there was even some stuck in his eyelashes. Bucky almost came again just witnessing how utterly debauched Clint looked, his own cum on the shower floor, having come untouched since their foray on the couch.

Debauched and ready for more.

Because Clint was still slightly dazed and cum drunk, Bucky picked him up in a fireman’s carry, bringing him to their bed and tossing him onto it. He knew Clint, who was tall and strong and not at all light, supremely enjoyed being treated like a rag doll by the supersolider.

Clint was not alone on the bed for long, as Bucky was soon all over him, licking his own spend off of Clint’s face, interspersed with kissing him so that they could both taste Bucky on their tongues. Their hands were all over each other, breaking apart only for Clint to grab and turn on his hearing aids—he didn’t want to miss even a second more of not hearing the moans he knew Bucky had been making, moans he had felt the vibration of through his expert sucking of Bucky’s cock—as well as thrust a hand into the bedside drawer and grab a bottle of lube.

“Fuck me, please, fuck meee-ah!” Clint gasped as Bucky took Clint’s dick into the palm of his hand—his metal hand, which Clint’s kink for used to make him feel bad, until Bucky had explained that having the arm be seen as something good—something that brought pleasure rather than pain—was a comfort to him. Also an ego boost, to be desired so intensely.

Bucky released Clint’s cock from his hand, and Clint whimpered in disappointment until Bucky swiftly replaced his hand with his mouth, as his metal fingers, now covered with lube, began a teasing exploration of Clint’s hole. When he finally, smoothly, sank a finger in, Clint could not help but shudder, moan, and writhe. One finger became two, and then Bucky found that special spot, which he began paying attention to in earnest, and his fingers and mouth brought Clint over the edge once again.

Bucky pulled back from where Clint had been deep in his throat, eager to taste him. As he began to pull back is hand, however, Clint’s own hand stopped him at the shoulder as he gasped: “don’t you dare take those away without replacing them with your dick.”

“Sweetheart I would never,” Bucky promised, pulling Clint into a kiss even as he lubed up his cock. In one smooth motion he broke the kiss, removed his fingers, flipped Clint over, and slid into him so quickly that Clint barely had time to process what was happening before he was face first into the mattress and being split open fast enough it made tears well up in his eyes in the best way possible.

Bucky set an intense pace as ever, and Clint found himself almost unable to breathe, delirious with joy and ecstasy and pleasure. Every time Bucky slid home it was like a punch to the gut, and Clint spared a moment of thanks for whoever had cursed the artifact that bestowed him with the stamina for marathon sex such as he had not been able to muster since he was much younger.

Soon they both came again, and Clint protested when Bucky pulled away, up until he got his mouth on Clint’s hole and began to eat him out, even as Bucky’s own come dribbled out of Clint’s asshole. Once Clint came for the—honestly he had lost track, how many times was this now? Bucky slid a plug into Clint before flipping him over and revealing the secret that he had been preparing himself at the same time by sliding down onto Clint’s cock.

“Jesus Christ—”

“You can just call me Bucky.”

Clint’s laugh turned into a moan as Bucky began to ride him in earnest, and the movement and force of it caused the plug inside of him to move in the most delicious of ways, and he came again but Bucky just kept going even has he came himself, covering both of their chests.

They changed positions again, and this time as Bucky fucked into him a singular thought crossed into his mind that he couldn’t root out. “What if the magic rock or whatever is trying to get you to put a baby in me?”

“I’m sorry, what?” Bucky laughed, his rhythm getting disrupted slightly with the rumble, but still hitting just the right spot every time.

“The magic rock, the sex pollen, whatever. It—ah! Oh yes, right there, fuck. I mean, it made you horny and like, supposedly oh yes baby, you know how I like it horniness is in large part for reproduction so—”

“Do you want me to put a baby in you, doll?” Bucky asked, emphasizing his words by snapping his hips against Clint’s ass. “Because if you were trying to goad me into engaging in your breeding kink fantasy—” Bucky leaned down to purr in Clint’s ear, “all you had to do was ask.”

“Fuck yes, please, breed me,” Clint gasped. “Fill me up with cum, I want it, I want you, oh fuck.”

And Clint was cumming again, his orgasm dry as magic rock or no, there just wasn’t enough semen in his body for how many times he had come that night.

And continued to do so. It was so late it was early by the time their dicks finally gave in, and their heartbeats slowed down, and they collapsed together, falling into a deep, satisfied, sleep.