Considering how much work Clint puts into maintaining his body, it's nice to have it appreciated. He leans into her touches, gasps at her fingers on his nipples, and is left wanting more. There's an air of promise between them; this is going to be a good, good night. Clint is looking forward to anything and everything that Natasha wants to try, because he knows it will be good. Even if they end up not liking it, they're comfortable enough with each other to switch it up and do something else.

"Oh really? Are you gonna try your hand at fucking me this time, Tasha?" he asks, watching her walk away from him. The concept is hot as all hell. Natasha would be good at it, he thinks.

He follows after her, letting her tease him from the doorway. He's already so turned on, just thinking about what he wants to do together. Then she slips the shirt off and all she's wearing is a tiny pair of panties. Clint's mouth waters as he breaches the doorway. "Are you gonna let me get you before we focus on me?"