Bucky squinted and rolled over in protest as the sunlight reached his eyes. Once again both he and Clint had been too lazy to climb out of bed to close the blinds, knowing fine well this would happen. He lifted his head nearly a half hour later, going back to sleep having been prevented by him still not getting up to close the blinds. Clint, the lucky bastard, was still asleep. Bucky was tired, horny and very much awake, which meant Clint wasn’t getting any more sleep. Bucky shifted closer to the other man pressing hot, stubble-scratchy kisses to Clint’s bare chest. He was going to wake his boyfriend up, he wasn’t going to be rude about it.
The archer had had a long and tiring night. Training with the newbies, testing at the Academy, and then date night with Bucky afterwards. Needless to say, he was exhausted. The sun didn’t wake him up in the morning but Bucky pressing hot and wet kisses along his chest… now that woke him up. “Mm.. Buck. What are you doing?” He asked groggily, now very aware of his growing erection.
“What d’ya think?” Bucky grinned against Clint’s collarbone, his hand already sliding down firm muscle and beneath the thin sheet to gently fondle the archer’s morning wood. He lifted his mouth to Clint’s ear, kissing the shell of it and breathing, “Don’t you dare go back to sleep …” Before pressing more kisses to Clint’s neck, which was already beautifully peppered with rosy pink marks from last night.