answering . . . @broarrow ( Clint Barton ) [ dialogue prompts ] ❛ kiss me again. ❜
If it's a trap? He walks ready and willing — eyes wide open — into it. Dragging the leather of his glove through his teeth until his hand was bared. Pressing the warmth of an open palm to the back of Clint's neck to draw the hero back again ( only to kiss him again -- this time like a lover ).
Keegan takes his time in tasting him. Savored like the first bite of a rare delicacy he couldn't really afford. The wet heat of his tongue soothes across the seam of Clint's lips before nipping at the plush of the bottom. The hand at the blond's nape keeping him steady; exactly where and how he wants him. The other hand beginning its long-form journey down the broad of Clint's back . . . between the mountains of his shoulder blades, cutting through the valley of his spine, until it finally took refuge in the small of the taller's back. The thief pulling him closer still. A gift of body heat and the shelter of his mouth for any and all offerings the hero would spare him ( his breath, his sounds, his voice ). The depth of Keegan's desire would take and take .
"Show me that you want me." Spoken on a heady exhale. Breath fanning hot and voice laced with something a touch too honest. "Show me that this means something to you."