You're my soulmate // Hawksilver

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Pietro's POV

"Clint!" I knocked on his door, there was no answer, "Clint come on!" I said resting my head on the door. I groaned about to turn away when the door opened slowly. Clint was looking down at the floor.

"Hey..." I said slowly rubbing my hands together awkwardly.

"hey.." He replied, "Look I'm sorry about before, I was just nervous..." Clint continued. I smiled at him.

"It's okay, I said and Clint looked up at me and we shared brief eye contact. I couldn't help but notice his incredibly blue eyes.

"Oh screw it!" Clint said before pressing his lips to mine. I was surprised for a moment before kissing back. We moved backwards into Clint's room and shut the door. I fell back onto the bed.

3rd Person POV

!Smut Warning!

"Clint I-" Pietro Stuttered.

Clint was basically hovering over Pietro now. "Tell me to stop," Clint whispered, pausing for a second, giving Pietro a chance. When all the revived was Pietro's pupils dilating Clint pushed forward, pressing there lips together and claiming Pietro's mouth in a passionate kiss again. Pietro gasped allowing Clint's tongue access. Clint kissed like his shot, skilful and seemingly effortless. Pietro moaned into the kiss and begun to kiss back. Pietro wound his arms around Clint's waist and pulled him up onto his lap. Clint had one knee either side of Pietro and ground down a little, realising that Pietro was hard from making out with him. Pietro moaned again, one hand gripping firmly at Clint's waist, the other caressing his biceps. Clint was an archer after all and damn he did good arms. Clint flexed slightly, showing off for Pietro who gripped and dug his fingernails into Clint's arms. Clint gasped out, breaking the kiss and tipping his head back. Pietro sucked and bit at Clint's jaw and neck

"Off!" Pietro commanded, tugging at Clint's shirt. Clint obeyed quickly pulling his shirt over his head and chucking it on the floor. Pietro raked his eyes over Clint's torso, taking in the muscles and scars. Pietro had of course seen Clint shirtless before, but never let his eyes wander south of the mans face, unless helping with an injury.

Clint ground down on Pietro's lap and was met with hardness. "Take your shirt off," Clint demanded. "I don't like being the only one exposed." He whispered against Pietro's ear, making him shudder excitedly. Pietro's tugged his shirt off, mindful of the fact that that while he had seen Clint shirtless before, Clint had never seen him in anything other than a shirt, even on team bonding night. Pietro wasn't ashamed of his body, he was toned, kept fit, but his muscles were leaner than Clint, not as defined.

Clint however, was still grinding down on Pietro, impatiently. He growled taking in Pietro's exposed chest. Clint moans at the sight and bent down, licking and sucking at Pietro's nipples. Pietro tipped his head back in bliss.

"Oh god!" He cried out gripping Clint's waist once again. "Clint!" He breathed out.

"Yes?? Oh god yes?" Clint moaned.

"Pants, pants off!" Pietro's hands made quick work of Clint's belt and Jean flies, shoving his jeans to push them down. Clint fumbled a bit with Pietro's belt buckle, but once it was undone his hands flew over Pietro's pants pulling them down swiftly. Once the two had wiggles the rest of the way out of their pants Clint started to tug at his own boxers, pulling them down and gasping when his dick was finally unclothed. Pietro licked his lips and without another word swallowed Clint down. Clint cried out, his hand gripping at Pietro's hair. Pietro licked and sucked like his life depended on it. He's never even thought about giving another guy a blowjob before but yet as soon as he saw Clint's dick, standing strong and proud he couldn't think of anything else than getting it into his mouth.

"Pietro, Pietro stop," Clint called out. Pietro slid Clint's duck out of his mouth with a pop wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Clint pushed Pietro back onto the bed and pulled his boxers down licking at Pietro's proud erection.

"Ohh!" Pietro moaned, propped up onto his elbows so he could get a better look at what Clint was going. Clint had reached behind himself and was slowly working himself open. Pietro couldn't tare his eyes away and it wasn't long before he was on the brink of cumming. "Clint I'm so close!" Clint stopped and pulled back.

"No way are you cumming anywhere that isn't inside of me." He instructed lining himself up with Pietro's dick. Clint rode Pietro like a pro hardly breaking the kiss. Pietro began to thrust back up onto Clint when he couldn't hold back anymore.

"Clint, Clint I'm gonna cum."

"Yes, yes please, cum in me!" Clint moaned clenching his inner walls.

"Oh gosh!" Pietro cried as he came, his wrist burning bright, Clint slowly pulled off Pietro, looking at the same on Pietro's wrist and then at his own.

"Hey mine didn't change?" He whined.

"Let's change that then," Pietro whispered.

"Oh yes please."

Clint quickly prepped him and Pietro laid down on his back letting Clint take control. Clint lined himself up with Pietro's entrance and slowly pushed into him, "oh god! Pietro!" Clint moaned.

"Yes! Clint, move please!" Pietro called out. Clint began to slowly pull out and push back in.

"Oh my fuck!" Pietro said in pure bliss.

"I'm gonna cum Pietro!"

"Please Clint, cum in me please!" Pietro huffed out. Clint's body obeyed and he came hard, his wrist burning as he did. Clint rested his forehead against Pietro's.

"What happened to being nervous?" Pietro asked.

"Forget about it," Clint said, everything he felt before gone.