#nottheotherguyyet

Clint broke their kiss slowly, pressing a few more little kisses against the other's lips as he held him close, before he started wandering, over Bruce's cheek to his jaw and over his neck up to the other's ear, tracing the shell with his lips and his tongue gently, humming against the other man's skin lightly while his fingertips traveled over Bruce's chest and his shoulders. He wandered lower with his kisses, gently tugging on the scientist's earlobe with his lips, tongue flicking out to brush over it as well before he pulled back, a gentle blush on his cheeks as he looked up to Bruce.

"Mm, and yer warm so warm them..", Clint murmured, kissing Bruce's shoulder sleepily. "Please.", he whispered then, shivering a little as he tried to press himself closer to Bruce.

Clint blushed only very slightly, chuckling then. "Well then, Dr. Banner. What are you waiting for?"

"Seriously, Bruce?  You honestly think you can stop me from staying up past a certain hour--without exhausting me with sex?"

"I’m sorry."

Clint doesn't mind them. He likes to hide in them, simply because he feels safe. If he's in there, it's safe, no one can see him and no one can harm him. Then again, sometimes he gets really claustrophobic and tends to get stuck because he panics. 

“How strong he is. He says that he is not because he does not see his own strength.”

"Um, good morning?" He hazarded.