Before either of them could change their minds, Clint moved into Bucky’s space, crowding him, chests almost touching. He nudged him chest to hip until Bucky’s back was against the closed door and Clint was pressed flush against him. He could feel Bucky’s interest pressing hard against his own. He rocked his hips and a barely audible groan tumbled from Bucky’s full lips. - Bro-mance by @spagbol99
✨ Fan art for fanfic! Oh my goodness, this fic is so gooood. And, at this point, I am so invested that I *had* to draw some art for it. ~enjoy~














