On My Knees I'll Think Clearer, Clint/Coulson [1/7]mf_luder_xfApril 15 2012, 23:00:56 UTC
They’ve been doing this, this thing for some time now. In the field, it’s as though nothing exists beyond a handler-agent relationship, perfectly professional with that tinge of “I care about this person as a person, because they are a resource and in my care
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On My Knees I'll Think Clearer, Clint/Coulson [2/7]mf_luder_xfApril 15 2012, 23:01:54 UTC
And so if he’s a little bit more desperate than usual, Clint is going to blame it all on whatever the hell Loki had sprayed them with and not that it’s been a long two months filled with ops and the Avenger Initiative and Tony Stark’s ego and constant bickering that bordered on flirting with the recently unfrozen Captain America. Big man in suit of armor, playboy philanthropist, Clint’s ass. That right there had been some decided sexual tension surfacing in the form of a metaphorical cockfight.
And Loki had sprayed them something. Or cast a spell. Or whatever-the-fuck magical beings with god complexes did when they were bored and their big brothers weren’t paying attention to them. Phil could never again mention that Clint had a short attention span. Or was impatient. Because he deserved two Oscars for today. While the other SHIELD agents had turned on each other and begun tearing off each other’s clothes in a literal clusterfuck that was going to have Fury’s eyeball twitching, Clint had managed to maintain professionalism
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On My Knees I'll Think Clearer, Clint/Coulson [4/7]mf_luder_xfApril 15 2012, 23:03:32 UTC
As though Phil senses Clint is somewhere else, he feels a tug on his hair - cropped close for regulations but only just because both Phil and Laura love to run their hands through it. Clint looks up and sees Phil’s eyes, darkened by lust, hooded, but a small, affectionate smile distills some of the pure desire
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On My Knees I'll Think Clearer, Clint/Coulson [5/7]mf_luder_xfApril 15 2012, 23:04:33 UTC
A bite on his nipple makes him pay attention again, following the path Phil lays out, all the way down to the darker hair that outlines his cock, then past, down, down, all the way to a playful toe nibble before he comes back up, lying next to Clint, hand rubbing sweetly over his back, then grabbing a handful of Clint’s ass
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On My Knees I'll Think Clearer, Clint/Coulson [6/7]mf_luder_xfApril 15 2012, 23:05:47 UTC
There’s a myriad of noises, grunts escaping from Phil when Clint clenches and long, low moans from Clint whenever the dick inside him hits in just the right spot. He’s sweaty and hard and heavy between his own legs again and he reaches down to stroke himself, but Phil slaps his hand away.
“Mine,” is the guttural whisper he hears.
Then Phil is suddenly shifting them and oh, God, that’s twice in a day he’s been on his knees but at least there’s a cushy bed beneath them this time. Clint just tips his head back so that it lands on Phil’s shoulder and gives everything he has, taking what Phil gives in return. It feels like Phil’s cock is coming up through the back of his throat and he reaches behind him, holding Phil closer, going as limp as he can so that Phil can use him however he wants.
“You feel amazing, Clint, I-“ he cuts himself off, moaning instead, a quiet one because Phil is never that far from calm and collected, but it’s enough and between that and the hand speeding up over his cock, Clint comes, seeing bright stars.
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And Loki had sprayed them something. Or cast a spell. Or whatever-the-fuck magical beings with god complexes did when they were bored and their big brothers weren’t paying attention to them. Phil could never again mention that Clint had a short attention span. Or was impatient. Because he deserved two Oscars for today. While the other SHIELD agents had turned on each other and begun tearing off each other’s clothes in a literal clusterfuck that was going to have Fury’s eyeball twitching, Clint had managed to maintain professionalism ( ... )
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“Later,” Phil growls, before he spins Clint around, shoving him against a wall and Jesus fucking Christ, that goes straight to his cock ( ... )
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“Mine,” is the guttural whisper he hears.
Then Phil is suddenly shifting them and oh, God, that’s twice in a day he’s been on his knees but at least there’s a cushy bed beneath them this time. Clint just tips his head back so that it lands on Phil’s shoulder and gives everything he has, taking what Phil gives in return. It feels like Phil’s cock is coming up through the back of his throat and he reaches behind him, holding Phil closer, going as limp as he can so that Phil can use him however he wants.
“You feel amazing, Clint, I-“ he cuts himself off, moaning instead, a quiet one because Phil is never that far from calm and collected, but it’s enough and between that and the hand speeding up over his cock, Clint comes, seeing bright stars.
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I never ever say this, but JESUS, I will be in my bunk.
I can't even believe SEVEN PARTS. This post required seven parts!!! It's AMAZING.
THANK YOU. :D
This is why five acts is my FAVORITE.
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But I am so glad you liked it! :D
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