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Through the Rift of Time	By : Strailo Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 3821 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji or the Avengers, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Through the Rift of Time
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji/Avengers
For: CutsyCat
Part: 9
Characters: Clint, Phil
Word Count: 2257
Warnings: smut, graphic smut
AN: Why didn’t I post this last week? I went on a date with my girl and got back to her place and died. I was just in so much pain. Didn’t even think about it. And I got up seriously early in the morning and had a few other things to do before we left.

So this is a week late. But I hope you enjoy the smut!

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Laughing softly as he pulled Clint into their bedroom, getting a groan from the man as one hand slipped down his back to cup his ass and give a squeeze, Phil stole a soft kiss from his lover. “You had fun out there, didn’t you?” he teased, getting a hum from Clint as the archer tugged at his jacket, trying to get it off. “Oh, yes, you did have a lot of fun,” he chuckled, lifting his lover up slightly before walking over to their bed and dropping him down onto it with a grunt.

Clint just laughed at him as he worked his jacket off, quickly following it by his vest and tie, tossing them all onto a chair that was close while he shared a smirk with his lover. “Oh come on. I know that you can’t tell me that going hand to hand with idiot boy didn’t turn you on. I know that it got your adrenaline going,” he purred. He kicked his shoes off and sat at the edge of the bed to remove his socks. The socks quickly joined the other clothes on the chair.

Phil snorted softly as he kicked off his own shoes before he reached down to grab them and move them to where he usually stored them. He turned his gaze to his lover as he removed his own socks, jacket, vest, and tie, laying them on the matching chair. “Do finished getting undressed, you pain in my ass. I have this insane need to tease you into a pure puddle of need,” he purred.

Clint swallowed heavily as he sat up onto his knees, undoing the suspenders that held his pants in place before he started to work on the small buttons of his shirt. Getting them mostly undone, he finally just unbuttoned the cuffs and pulled it over his head, tossing it to land with the rest of his clothes. His eyes were glued on Phil as he smiled slightly, starting to undo his own shirt, his suspenders already hanging by his waist as he watched him in return.

Again, Clint swallowed, standing up from the bed with wide eyes, undoing the buttons of his pants and shoving them and his underclothes down over hips and legs. He kicked free of them before he picked them up to add to the pile on his chair. Licking his lips as Phil finished undressing, removing shirt, pants and underclothes himself, Clint ran his eyes down to the obviously hard prick, the man probably already planning on what he was going to do. Clint trailed his eyes over the strong body on display before him as his own cock twitched in excitement.

“Now, I need you to just lay back on the bed and relax while I do what I’m planning on doing,” Phil drawled. He walked around the bed, going to their side table and opening the drawer, pulling out the jar of oil that he would be using. He didn’t truly need it at the moment, but it would be best to have it within reach for later.

Clint made a sound of anticipation and crawled up further the bed, sprawling out into the middle of the huge bed, his eyes half lidded and dark. Phil smirked down at him as he crawled over to him, bending down to steal a slow kiss, tasting his lover’s mouth with well practiced movements before he pulled away with a smirk, his eyes dancing with love.

Moving so that he was straddling Clint’s waist instead of just leaning over him, Phil stroked his hands down over the archer’s arms before he pulled them up to rest on the pillow under his head. He pressed them into the softness with a cocked eyebrow. “Do keep them there,” he instructed, feeling the way his lover wiggled under him. “No moving.” With a smirk once more on his lips, he leant down and brushed a kiss onto Clint’s neck, humming in pleasure at the vibrations of a soft moan.

Running his lips over the soft skin before him, hands sliding down over Clint’s arms, down towards his chest, Phil stopping to suck a new bruise into the skin just under Clint’s collarbone. His eyes were dark with need as he pulled back to stare at the dark spot that he had raised with a smirk. Licking his lips, he looked to his hands and gently rolled a nipple between two fingers, loving the way that it tightened under his touch, getting a groan from his lover as he pressed up into the touch, begging for more.

Giving into the silent begging that Clint was doing, Phil took the nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping at it, feeling the way that it tightened under his attentions before he pulled away from it. He chuckled at the soft whine that came from his lover. The archer wiggled under him again, pressing up into his body, hoping, needing more. Phil didn’t leave him hanging as Phil’s hands stroked over his sides and his hips, teasing his hardness but never quite touching it.

“Phil, fuck, please,” Clint gasped, shuddering when he felt Phil chuckle against his stomach, the breath just teasing over his skin. He whined when his lover nipped at the muscles there before he moved lower, pressing a kiss to the underside of his cock, the touch teasing.

“Oh yes, that is indeed what I’m planning on doing, but not quite yet,” Phil promised, feeling the other man shiver from the way his breath blew against the tip of his cock.

Clint whined softly at his lover, twisting his hands into the fabric of the pillow, eyes closing tight as he bit at his bottom lip. His hips twitched with each light brush of lips and breath against his hot skin. “You’re such a fucking tease. Why do you have to do that now?” he whined. He shuddered, eyes slitting open when Phil just chuckled softly and moved to kneel between his legs, lifting one leg up to press a scar on the inside of his thigh.

“Because I just happen to love it when I can tease you into a frenzy of need, demanding me to fuck you into the bed and leave you so delightfully sore and sated at the end,” Phil replied, his voice was even, but the words were drenched in desire. Clint sighed, twitching under the oh so careful touches from his lover, watching as he pressed a firmer kiss to the scar before he pulled away.

Smiling down at his lover, Phil window at him before he coaxed him to flip over onto his stomach with a hum. Grabbing a pillow from near the top of the bed, he tucked it under Clint’s hips before he smoothed his hands up the long back before him. He sighed as he felt the archer melt under him, leaning forward to press kisses to the scattered scars that were visible on his skin.

He even pressed gentle kisses to a few of the scars that were near invisible, ones that he mourned having ever been created, knowing that they came from a dark time in his lover’s life. But he also knew that they made new memories each time they were kissed and touched since they were still so sensitive.

Huffing out a soft laugh at the growl that came from Clint, Phil sat up onto his knees again, settling between his legs even as he reached for the jar of oil. With the jar in hand, he shook it hard, sitting on his heels as his other hand squeezed one of the cheeks before him. His thumb dipped between them and brushed over the tight ring of muscles that his touch had exposed, his prick twitching at the thought of being within his lover again.

Once he heard the oil within the jar change sounds, going from a dull thud to a slick sloshing, Phil smiled and pulled his hand away from Clint’s ass. Unscrewing the lid, he tossed it onto the table before he placed the jar onto a small flat spot in the headboard that he had learned had been created for such a reason.

Dipping his fingers into the jar, he pulled them out and warmed the oil between his fingers before returning his attentions to the ass before him. He smirked as he started to massage the cheeks with both hands, Clint making soft sounds as he pushed up into his hands.

Dipping his fingers once more into the oil, he allowed it to drip onto the ring of muscles before he rubbed at it, gently coaxing the muscles into relaxing for the first finger. Clint groaned lowly under him and twitched at the touch, pushing up with a happy sigh, eyes once more closed as pleasure moved through his body. Phil smiled gently, loving the fact that he could get Clint to relax for him into such a state.

Sliding his finger in and out of his lover’s ass slowly, still massaging the cheeks with his other hand, Phil worked another finger in besides the first finger, spreading them open. He slowly worked Clint open for his cock, hard and waiting for the right moment. He purposefully missed stroking over the other man’s sweet spot as he worked the muscles open, not wanting him to come just yet. He wanted to feel his lover twitch and squeeze around him when he came after all, so for the moment he focused on opening him up slowly, spreading his fingers.

Chuckling as he leant down to press a kiss to Clint’s back, he added a third finger, helping him to move fully onto his knees as he spread his fingers. He carefully worked on making the muscles relax before he pulled them free, Clint making a sound of displeasure at the move. He opened up one eye to glare at Phil over his shoulder.

Phil just laughed lowly and patted his ass, winking down at him. “Don’t worry, love, I’m going to give you just what you want,” he promised. He once more dipped his fingers into the oil, bringing the wet fingers to his own length to coat it as Clint wiggled so that his ass was up in the air, wiggling it in invitation. “Would you stop wiggling?” he huffed.

Clint leered up at him and wiggled his ass once more. “Well then, come on and fuck me good and hard,” he purred. His planned words died out with a moan as Phil moved forward and pressed the tip of his slicked cock against the stretched hole, pushing inwards and filling him. “Oh fuck yeah,” he breathed out, eyes fluttering shut at his bit at his bottom lip.

Phil chuckled, the sound rough and strained, before he started to move, sliding carefully in and out of his lover, working up to a faster pace carefully. Stopping and shifting slightly on his knees, re-angling his entry, he thrust forward and smirked as Clint bit into the pillow to muffle his scream of pleasure. “Perfect,” he grunted, starting to work the both of them harder and faster, his hands holding Clint’s hips tight as he took the other man.

Clint clawed at the bedding as he started to feel all of the teasing done before coming back to add to each stroke of the thick cock in and out of him. Reaching down to grasp his own cock, he started to stroke it in time with the thrusts, wanting to feel the climax that was set just out of his reach. Phil grunted behind him before he started to move even faster, the hint of ‘too much’ giving Clint the perfect push over the edge.

Crying out Phil’s name into the pillow, Clint shuddered and slicked his hand and the pillow that still sat under his hips with his come, body twitching and tightening. Phil’s thrusts were able to stay steady for a few more before they stuttered and slow, becoming wetter, sticker as he came in his lover, much to the both of their enjoyment.

Panting as he slowly went limp in Phil’s grip, uncaring about the mess that he had made, Clint moaned as he lover pulled free of him, turning him onto his side with an amused look on his face. “Love ya,” he slurred out, blinking slowly. His older lover just shook his head and stole a quick, light kiss.

“I love you to. Let me go draw us a bath and then we’ll go to bed,” Phil said, picking up the pillow while Clint moved around to lay on his back instead of his side. “I think though, that tomorrow I will have to do the sheets myself. It is about that time.”

“Aww, are you cheating Sebastian out of doing some laundry because you don’t like it when others do your soiled sheets?” Clint snickered, to relaxed to do much more than that.

Phil just huffed and rolled his eyes at his lover, sliding off of the bed and walking into the attached bathroom, wet pillow in hand. Clint chuckled again and stretched, feeling well and truly used.

They knew that tomorrow would come, and most likely they would end up doing another mission with the two demons. But that would be tomorrow.

For the moment, the two lovers were in their bedroom with the rest of the night to themselves and the rest of the world could fuck itself.
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