Bucky grinned at Clint, winked at him, and then did as he was told. Sucking and licking, taking his time. He always took his time. He liked to drag it out, make it as good as he could. Mostly, he was honestly just showing off. He would, and could, go all night if Clint didn’t cum. Bucky had done it before. Today, Bucky didn’t seam inclined to make it a torture, and was using every trick in his book that he knew would drive Clit wild. Once he was swallowing the others orgasm, he leaned back, looking oh so very smug. “the collar comes with a matching cuff set.” he teased, grinning like the little shit he was.