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Defiling Stark Tower	By : Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 22002 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Teasing a Hawk
Harry had managed to find the bathroom of the Tower’s penthouse suite and had cleaned himself up from his and Tony's earlier activities before pulling his jeans back on. The house was warm, despite it being the early hours of the morning, and so Harry decided not to bother locating the rest of his clothes before he went exploring.
He wasn't quite sure where Tony had gone to, but now that he found himself alone inside the Avengers' Tower, he was keen to explore. “I wonder what else is in this building,” he said quietly to himself; the five years since he had defeated Voldemort had done nothing to dampen his naturally curious and adventurous nature, and he couldn't suppress his desire to look around a little bit.
"Apologies, sir, but you do not have permission to access the rest of the tower," a male voice announced in a distinctly British accent, making Harry jump. The wizard hurriedly looked around, instinctively drawing his wand from his pocket; however, it seemed that he really was still alone.
“Hello?” he asked curiously, positioning himself with his back to one of walls, not about to give anyone a chance to get a jump on him. He knew he should probably put his wand away, but he didn’t want to leave himself defenceless.
“Good morning, sir,” the disembodied voice greeted politely. Harry frowned and looked around some more; it took him a few moments to realise that the voice was coming from the sound system built into the walls. “Please remain in this suite,” it added.
“You can’t just keep me here,” Harry told the unknown British person indignantly, with a wave of his arms. “Fairly sure that qualifies as kidnapping or something.” He wasn’t quite sure how the muggle laws worked, let alone the American muggle ones, but he was pretty certain that not letting someone leave when they wanted to was a crime of some kind. “Can’t you just bend the rules a little for me? I mean, you got to see me butt naked and everything, that has to count for something.”
“You do not have the required clearance. I cannot grant you access the rest of the Tower,” the voice reiterated stubbornly.
“And how exactly are you going to stop me?” Harry asked a little smugly, crossing his arms over his chest as he smirked. He was feeling fairly confident now that whoever this voice belonged to, they weren’t about to attack him. He figured that either this person was going to show themselves, or he really could go exploring; he didn’t much mind either way at this point.
“I have full control of all security systems. If you wish to leave, the elevator will take you to the ground floor,” the voice told him and Harry jumped a little as the doors to the lift slid open in a clear invitation.
“Well, that’s kind of you and all that, but no thanks,” Harry said casually, heading over to pick his shirt up from the floor and pulling it over his shoulders, though leaving it hanging open; he did take care to ensure his wand was tucked up his sleeve though. “Think I’ll take the stairs actually,” he added, heading for the door that was located next to the lift, having made a logical assumption about what was likely behind it.
“You do not have permission to access the rest of the tower, sir,” the voice repeated, as Harry turned the handle and tried, in vain, to open the door. “I have full control of all security systems,” it reminded him, and Harry rather thought the voice sounded a little smug about this fact.
“Runs on electricity I assume,” Harry said casually, tapping his index finger against the metal case of the number pad next to the door.
“That is correct, sir,” the voice confirmed.
“Excellent,” Harry responded with a growing smile, as he stepped even closer to the wall and pressed the tip of his wand against the number pad. “Alohomora,” he whispered under his breath; it was probably bad enough he was using magic in this muggle building at all, he didn’t want to draw more attention to it than he needed to. He chuckled lightly as the number pad sparked a little, making a crackling sound, before the small green light blinked out.
“Sir, might I inquire as to what exactly you are doing?” the voice in the walls asked, a definite hint of concern in the tone now. “Please restrain from tampering with my systems,” the British voice requested a little haughtily.
“What? Like this you mean?” Harry asked jovially, as he redirected his wand to the actual door this time, and repeated the spell. He couldn’t help but grin as he heard the distinctive sound of the door mechanism unlocking.
“I am informing Mr Stark that you are attempting to leave the penthouse suite,” the voice stated; however, this just made Harry chuckle.
“Attempting? No, I am succeeding,” Harry corrected happily, as he pulled the door open without any further resistance, revealing the stairway that he had suspected would be there. “Oh, and you can tell Mr Stark that he can come and find me for round two,” he added, chuckling again as he stepped through the door and closed it behind himself. He really was having too much fun, but he was on holiday after all.
Compared to the rest of the tower, or at least the little of it Harry had seen thus far, the stairway really was rather average and low tech; though he supposed that there really was only so much you could do to upgrade a set of stairs. Thankfully though, the floors were at least all labelled.
He started to make his way down them; he briefly considered seeing who was on the floor labelled personal quarters, but decided he wanted to explore for a while before actively seeking out any of Tony’s housemates… or was that Tower-mates, given that the building didn’t really qualify as simply a house. He also passed on the swimming pool and arcade, for the moment anyway.
He paused at the floor labelled gym, and clicked his tongue as he mulled the option over, but decided to check out the next few floors first just to know his options. This was something he was glad for when he came across a sign reading ‘training arena’.
“Now that’s more like it,” Harry said to himself, and reached out to turn the door handle. Rather unsurprisingly, the door was locked. “Erm… mystery British voice person?” he said hesitantly, feeling a little silly talking to the empty stairwell; however, he was confident that he was still being watched. “Do you want to unlock this door for me, or shall I do it my way?” he asked.
Harry waited silently for a few moments, but there was no response. He was starting to doubt his instincts, and question whether the person behind the voice could even see him in the stairway after all, when the light on the keypad turned red and the door clicked open.
“Thanks, wise choice,” Harry said, sniggering to himself as he pushed the door open and stepped through. “Whoa,” he exclaimed in awe as he let the door shut behind him and took in what he was seeing.
Harry was standing on a platform that went all the way around the large column in the middle of the room, containing the lift and stairs. As he moved forward to lean gently against the barrier at the edge, he could look down into the vast cavernous space that filled not only the floor he was on, but at least the two floors below as well. Not that it was empty; there were what looked to be various small man-made mountains and tall pillars, which presumably were supporting the floors above.
It truly was a sight to behold, and the more he looked, the more he spotted. There was everything from monkey bars to rock walls, rope ladders to bridges made from a single plank of wood. There were things to climb and clamber over, things to swing from and jump off; he could even see a tightrope spanning most of the width of the tower, right up near the ceiling.
Harry was still trying to take it all in, when an arrow suddenly shot passed him, narrowly missing the side of his head. “Bloody hell!” he exclaimed as he quickly ducked down to one side, the arrow imbedding itself in the wall behind him. He eyes moved quickly, darting around the enormous room, desperately trying to identify where the attack had come from.
“Who are you?” a somewhat stocky, muscular, blond man demanded to know, as he zip-wired across onto the platform where Harry was standing. The moment he was on his feet he had his bow and arrow pointed directly at Harry, his blue eyes fixed intensely on the dark-haired young man.
“Harry Potter,” Harry said with a grin, entirely unfazed by the apparent threat as he looked the man up and down. “And I am definitely pleased to meet you,” he added with a tone of approval. He couldn’t help but wonder just how many fit and highly attractive men Tony actually lived with. He was rather hoping to have a chance to find out.
“How did you get in here?” the man questioned suspiciously.
“Oh, the lovely British man in the walls let me in,” Harry told him truthfully with a shrug of his shoulders, his sweet smile still in place. “We have an understanding; don’t we, mystery voice?”
“JARVIS?” Clint questioned, getting more confused and concerned by the minute. Tony’s A.I. was certainly not supposed to be letting unknown Englishmen into the tower, let alone their training room.
“I overrode protocols to prevent Mr Potter from further damaging my systems,” JARVIS explained.
“Jarvis? The mystery man is called Jarvis?” Harry asked with a laugh. “Could he get any more stereotypical? What is he, some kind of butler that watches over you all?” He personally thought it was rather creepy, but it wasn’t his house so who was he to judge.
“It stands for Just A Rather Very Intelligent System,” Clint explained hesitantly, keeping Harry targeted, ready to take him out if he did something stupid. “He’s an AI, Tony made him.”
“Tony made him?” Harry asked, giving a low whistle to show just how impressed he was at that. “So he is a computer or something? Shucks; well that certainly explains why the view of my naked butt wasn’t enough to win him over.”
“Why are you here?” Clint asked, ignoring Harry’s crass comment; the young man didn’t seem to be much of a threat, but he still wasn’t sure what to make of his presence there, or that he had managed to manipulate JARVIS into opening doors for him.
“At the tower?” Harry asked, and Clint gave a small curt nod. “Oh, Tony brought me back here a few hours ago, for a little private after-party,” he told him dismissively, with a wink. “But apparently his genius brain must have got bored, because he disappeared while I was asleep,” he added with a shrug of his shoulders; it wasn’t like it bothered him at all, and besides, he had found some new entertainment of his own, he thought as he looked the archer over once more.
“What do you want?” the archer asked, his eyes narrowed suspiciously. It was really starting to bother him a little just how unperturbed Harry was by the arrow pointed directly at him.
“Well, now there is a loaded question,” Harry said, looking particularly thoughtful. “I’m going to assume you meant that in the more immediate sense rather than a philosophical one and therefore the usual ‘world peace’ clichés can be glossed over,” he rambled, before giggling a little as he paused. “Mind you,” he said, mostly talking to himself, “forgot I am talking to a superhero, perhaps I should have led with the ‘I’m-not-a-supervillain-with-a-world-domination-plan’ bit. I’m not, just for reference,” he added, looking back to the archer once more.
“Good to know,” Clint said drily, looking quiet confused about what was happening and not at all sure what to make of the young man in front of him.
“So yeah… what do I want?” Harry went on. “Well I had woken up hoping for another roll in the sheets,” he said honestly, wiggling his hips subtly, a salacious little smile on his face. “Though perhaps with a change of places, given I am still a little achy; in all the right ways though, you know?” he asked rhetorically.
“Not really,” Clint told him, shaking his head and lowering his bow slightly. He couldn’t help but be somewhat amused by the Brit’s rambling; it was actually rather endearing. Though he realised, he still wasn’t actually getting any helpful answers to his questions, despite the young man’s apparent honesty.
“Well maybe the two of us can play a bit instead, seeing as Tony apparently has other priorities,” Harry suggested, keeping his wand held tight against his wrist as he shrugged his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor round his feet; he didn’t want it getting in the way.
“I’m not going to just have sex with you here,” Clint stated incredulously, unable to help taking in the sight of the pale toned flesh of the other man’s chest and arms; he was a little baffled by what looked to be a stick of wood pressed against Harry’s forearm, but the young man’s laugh distracted him.
“Of course not,” Harry said, his grin widening and dimpling his cheek. He was glad that the archer had at least caught on to what he was suggesting, even if he wasn’t going to make it easy for him. “You’ll have to catch me first,” he declared happily, as he turned, pressing his left hand against the top of the railing and vaulting over it.
His heart was hammering in his chest with the thrill of the fall, and he muttered a hasty spell to slow his descent, landing easily on the narrow wooden walkway he had known was about fifteen feet below the platform he had come into the room on. He was just glad that his Auror training had given him the skill and co-ordination to make such a leap of faith.
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Clint’s heart was pounding as he hurried forward to look over the edge of the platform after Harry. He was surprised, and more than a little bit relieved, to see the young man completely unharmed and standing on a wooden beam some fifteen feet below, grinning up at him. “Damn it,” he muttered to himself, as Harry turned and started to run along the beam.
It was clear that this young man was more agile than he had anticipated and he was thinking that he should have just actually shot him straight away, rather than the warning shot he had fired; of course he wasn’t thinking anything fatal, but something just enough to have kept Harry from rushing off into the training arena. He briefly considered just shooting him now, but he didn’t want to see the young man fall two storeys to his death.
He didn't particularly want to chase the young man, but it wasn't as though he could just leave him to have free rein in the tower; if Harry had managed to get into the training arena then he had no way of knowing where he might go next. Clint reached behind his shoulder and switching the arrow he had been holding for a specific arrow in the quiver there. In one smooth motion he aimed and quickly fired it, barely glancing at his target, trying to keep his eyes fixed on Harry, who was jumping and running ever further away.
The arrow hit its target, embedding into the side of one of the artificial mountain-like structures, tethered to the bow in his hands by a strong cable; he hastily attached the other end to the railing in front of him, and vaulted the railing, much as Harry had done. However, in a swift movement he hooked his bow over the cable, and zip wired across the space.
Dropping off before he had reached the other end, he landed into a crouch and quickly dropped into a roll, before pushing off from the ground and taking off in the direction that Harry had been heading. He jumped gracefully onto a rope bridge, running a few steps before deliberately letting himself fall, grabbing the rope with one hand to swing himself in the direction of a huge rope climbing wall. He hoped that his knowledge of the arena's layout would give him the advantage he needed to catch up with the speedy Englishman.
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Harry was really enjoying himself clambering over the various obstacles in the room; he wasn't actually going as quickly as he could and knew that it was likely that the archer would catch up with him soon. Harry hadn't really planned on running, but he hadn't been able to resist the urge with the massive playground spread before him, and it had been totally worth it to see the expression of shock that had been on the archer's face, when he had jumped over the railing.
He reached the top of a climbing wall and took a seat there; his legs were hanging over the edge of it and he had a smile on his face as he looked down over the arena beneath him, trying to spot where the archer had got to. A glimpse of movement in the corner of his eye had him looking over to his right, and he spotted the other man running over the top of some monkey bars.
Smirking to himself a little, his devious side definitely out to play, Harry pulled his wand from where he had stashed it safely in the pocket of his jeans and waved it in the direction of the archer. He knew that he shouldn't be using magic, but it had just been too tempting. Harry couldn't help but burst out laughing when the man's trousers completely vanished, leaving the archer quite exposed, as the man didn't seem to have had anything on underneath them.
“What the...?!” Harry heard the other man cry out indignantly, the archer almost losing his footing but somehow managing to keep his balance even as his hands went to his groin. The moment that the now half-naked man was on more stable ground he turned his glare on Harry, who was still laughing loudly.
“Sorry, was aiming for your shirt,” Harry called out, a grin on his face as he twirled his wand between his fingers before pocketing it. He was definitely taking a gamble in being so open with his magic but he figured that if any muggles could be trusted with such a truth then it would be the Avengers. “Just wanted to even the score,” he explained with a gesture to his own bare chest, as the archer headed towards him.
“How did you do that?!” the archer demanded to know, as he climbed up a nearby slope and made his way towards the young Englishman, holding the hem of his top down just enough to barely cover himself.
“Magic,” Harry told him teasingly, swinging his legs happily in front of him and remaining calmly sat where he was at the top of the wall. “Now I have seen quite so much of you,” he went on, nodding his head towards Clint's exposed groin, where he was just able to make out some of the man's penis and balls thanks to the lower position of where he was sitting, “perhaps you could tell me your name.”
“Barton,” Clint answered bluntly. “Clint Barton.” He was watching Harry with narrowed, suspicious, eyes. He didn't believe in magic, but he had no other explanation for what had just had just happened and admittedly he had seen some pretty inexplicable things in his time. “Can I have my pants back?” he asked hopefully.
Harry laughed again at that, as he got up to his feet and sauntered towards the other man. “Or I could just lose my trousers too,” he suggested with a salacious grin, his hands already popping open the button on them and moving to work on the zip. “You did manage to catch me after all, so you deserve your reward.”
“Harry!” Clint exclaimed, taking a few steps backwards, but unable to look away as the young man dropped his trousers and stepped out of them. “What are you doing?!” he demanded to know, his voice coming out a little more high pitched than he had expected it to; there was very little that could frighten him, but he was definitely slightly freaked out by the forwardness of this, now very naked, young man.
“I am offering myself to you,” Harry said with a shrug of his shoulders, feeling entirely unapologetic about this fact. “And don't even bother pretending you're not interested, because your body is very clearly telling us both otherwise,” he added, with a not at all subtle glance at the growing erection that Clint was attempting to hide.
“What about Tony?” Clint asked. It felt kind of wrong agreeing to do anything with the young man who Tony had brought home, and had apparently already had sex with at least once that night; however, he couldn't deny how attracted he was to Harry.
“What about him?” Harry asked, reaching out and putting a hand on Clint's hip and letting his fingers trail higher, until they were shifting the black vest top out of the way, exposing the taut muscles of the man's chest. “I hardly get the impression that he's the monogamous type,” he pointed out, his other hand reaching up over Clint's shoulder to thread into the back of the taller man's hair, as he pressed their bodies closer together.
“True,” Clint admitted, leaning down so that his lips were just a hair’s breadth from Harry’s as he gazed into the young man’s bright green eyes. Harry gave him a smile at that, closing the distance between them and pressing their lips together in a kiss.
Harry wasted no time lifting the archer’s top up, thankful when Clint put up no protest and instead helped by taking his arms out of the sleeves. “So hot,” Harry gasped, pressing his hands flat against Clint’s chest, as they broke their kiss simply so that the archer could pull the top off over his head.
“This is insane,” Clint said breathlessly, but less than a second later he was pulling the slightly shorter man back into his arms, and kissing him passionately. Harry’s hands were eager and moving over Clint’s skin, teasingly brushing over his nipples; he groaned as those hands moved to his back and the nails scratched lightly, pulling the two of them closer.
He couldn’t believe he was doing this; he didn’t really do relationships at all, it wasn’t something that would work given his job, but this was a young man he knew basically nothing about. However, he agreed with Harry completely, it was seriously hot and he was almost painfully aroused already. He placed his hands on the smaller man’s hips, pulling him closer, them both moaning as their erection brushed against each other’s.
Clint walked them backwards several paces, pinning Harry’s body between his and the wall. “Turn around,” he instructed; Harry stared up at him for a moment before smirking and doing as instructed.
Harry muttered a summoning charm, glad that he had at least mastered doing that wandlessly a few years ago, and deftly caught a tube of lube that flew towards him from out of his jeans, and held it out for Clint. “You might need this,” he said, as Clint stared at him in disbelief, at having just witnessed what was very obviously magic.
“Thanks,” he said, shaking himself out of his daze, and stepping back enough to admire the sight of Harry’s naked body leaning against the wall, hands pressed against the surface and looking over his shoulder with a lustful, eager expression.
“No problem, just make good use of it,” Harry said breathlessly, his eyes scanning over the beautifully toned and aroused body of the man behind him, as he spread his own legs in invitation. Clint’s hand reached down, brushing his fingers against the curve of Harry’s arse as he stepped closer to the younger man once more.
Clint pressed kisses to Harry’s shoulder, moving across to his neck, as his hand reached around and gently stroked his hard length. The wizard moaned, tilting his head back to rest against Clint’s shoulder, his body flushed with arousal and need; the light touches the man was giving him weren’t nearly enough, and despite the sex he had had only a few hours earlier, he found himself desperate for more.
“You’re certain about this?” Clint asked in a whisper close to Harry’s ear, as he brushed his fingers between the cheeks of Harry’s arse, against his hole. He wanted this now, despite his earlier hesitations but he barely knew this young man and wanted to be certain that they were on the same page here.
“Fuck yes!” Harry exclaimed, pressing back against the fingers, encouraging Clint onwards. He was going to be seriously unhappy if the archer changed his mind at this point. He felt the finger pull away, and was about to complain when he hear the familiar sound of the lube being opened, and a few seconds later a slick digit was pressed inside him, drawing a pleasured groan from his throat.
Clint continued to leisurely stroke at Harry’s hard cock, moving in sync with the finger he had buried in the younger man’s arse. He hadn’t even realised how much he wanted, needed this until it had been offered to him on a platter. Harry was making the most delicious wanton sounds, his lips parted and letting small gasps escape.
“You feel so good,” Clint told him, pressing teasing kisses to Harry’s neck and jaw; with the way that the young man’s head was tilted back in pleasure displayed the arousal flushed flesh so beautifully that it was too tempting not to taste. His own hard and aching length was twitching in approval.
“Give me more,” Harry requested firmly, his hands pressed against the wall in front of him, and his head leaned back against the archer’s shoulder. He hadn’t really planned for this when he had gone exploring but he was glad he had let this happen, because he agreed with Clint; it felt really good. “Yes!” he cried out in approval as the archer added a second finger, spreading him open more and brushing over his prostate enough to send shudders through his body.
It seemed that both their patience was running out though, as their minds became hazy with their mutual arousal, and Clint spread his fingers as he thrust them before quickly adding a third. Harry mumbled out a series of curses, but couldn’t hold his own hips still, repeatedly thrusting into Clint’s hand and then pressing back against the digits lodged inside his arse.
“I want you in me,” Harry said, turning his head just enough to be able to look Clint in the eye. “I want you to spear me open as I ride you.”
“Fucking hell…” Clint muttered, knowing that there was no way he could ever have resisted such a suggestion. “Yes,” he said as he withdrew his fingers, released his hold on Harry’s length and spun the younger man to face him. “Fuck yes,” he said as he leant forward and captured Harry’s lips with his own once more, pressing his naked and aroused body against Harry’s, pinning him to the wall.
“Come,” Harry said, grabbing Clint by the hand as they broke the kiss, somehow sliding out from between the archer and the wall they had been leaning against.
“Oh, I am so going to,” Clint muttered, as he let the younger man drag him over to the top of the climbing wall. He had no idea what Harry was up to now, but he didn’t much care as long as he got to be inside him soon.
“Sit down on the edge,” Harry instructed, his pupils blown wide with lust as his fixed the archer with an intense look. “Trust me,” he added when Clint looked at him in confusion before peering over the edge, down the twenty foot drop.
“This is completely insane,” Clint said again. He trusted his own balance and Harry had proved himself well co-ordinated but, if Harry was planning what Clint thought he was, then this seemed like a spectacularly bad idea. He hesitated only a second longer before he sat down, as far back from the edge as he could manage with his legs still hanging over.
He couldn’t deny the thrill that it was giving him, sitting there, completely naked at the top of the wall, his cock standing proudly to attention. He stroked him length, unable to help himself, needing to feel something before he lost his mind, and managing to spread a little lube, which had still be on his fingers, onto his cock at the same time.
“Completely insane,” Harry agreed, as he rested his hands on Clint’s shoulders, and sat himself down too, straddling the archer, facing him with his legs spread wide either side of the man’s muscular thighs. The archer’s arms moved quick, wrapping around him, as though worried he was about to fall. Harry shifted his hips, feeling Clint’s cock brush against his crack as his own length left a trail of pre-cum on the man’s abdomen. “But it turns you on, doesn’t it?” he teased as he reached back and wrapped a hand around Clint’s erection.
“Yes,” Clint admitted breathlessly, seeing no use in denying it. “Ride me.”
“I’m going to,” Harry assured him, kneeling up enough to be able to line the length up with his hole. He was still tight, having only had three fingers inside him, and he had to push down firmly for a moment before the head speared him open. There was only a slight burn as his ring was forced open around the tip of Clint’s cock, and he let his body sink down further, taking more of the length inside his arse.
“Holy fucking hell,” Clint gasped out as the smaller man shifted up and down on his length, taking more and more of his weeping hard erection into that slender body. It felt so good, and it took a lot to not just grab Harry by the hips and pull the younger man down all the way.
Harry chuckled deeply, clearly loving the reactions he was pulling from the man he was riding. "I can feel you so deep inside me, filling me up," he moaned, as he managed to take Clint's full length into his body, his arse resting against the archer's thighs.
"Move, Harry, please move, I'm begging you," Clint gasped out, whimpering happily when Harry raised himself up a few inches before letting himself fall right back down again. Neither of them was going to last long; they were both too aroused and highly strung from their foreplay and teasing, and Clint wasn't sure how much more he could stand. "Don't tease, I'm begging you," he said earnestly, "just fuck yourself on me."
"With pleasure," Harry said with a smirk, quickly capturing Clint's lips with his own as he began to lift himself a little and roll his hips, letting the hard length inside him move in and out of his hole. It didn't take long for him to find the right angle, so that he could brush over the sensitive bundle of nerves in his arse with each movement. He was soon moaning loudly into their kiss, letting the archer dominate that, as he rode him.
The grip Clint had on his hips was almost painfully tight, but that just drove Harry closer to his climax, as did the knowledge that one wrong move would have them tumbling down a twenty foot drop. It was exhilarating, and it made him feel alive. He was so close, but he needed more leverage to pick up the pace.
Breaking their kiss, he smirked at Clint for a moment, before pressing on the man's shoulders and getting him to lie back. This was what Harry had needed, his could now use his arms as well, and soon he was moving quickly, fucking himself on the archer's cock in earnest. He was moaning in pleasure, and Clint was sounding just as lost to the sensations, unable to move from his prone position, his eyes fixed on the beautiful man riding him.
"Fuck, yes, yes," Harry exclaimed as he started to stroke his own cock, in time with his movements.
That was all it took to tumble him into his orgasm, the shocks of pleasure shuddering through his body, as he held the archer's length deep inside him, the muscles of his arse, clamping down against the length repeatedly until Clint's own climax followed. The archer cried out in ecstasy as he came, filling Harry's body with his seed.
“Pretty sure this isn’t where I left you,” Tony commented, taking them both by surprise. Harry and Clint were both still trying to catch their breath as they turned to look towards the man, who was stood leaning against the wall a little along from where Clint had been preparing Harry just minutes earlier. The billionaire was watching them with a grin on his face and his arms crossed over his chest.
"No; you left me all alone in a big empty bed, and no-one to play with," Harry said with an exaggerated pout, Clint's now softening cock still up inside him, the archer looking increasingly uncomfortable with the situation now that his post-orgasmic glow was starting to fade.
"You don't seem to have had any trouble finding company," Tony pointed out, with a nod towards Clint, who was still lying on his back, straddled by Harry. The billionaire sounded more impressed by this than offended, Harry was happy to note. "And I might have only caught the end of your little show, but it was well worth seeing."
"You flatter me," Harry said, as he wriggled a little, letting Clint's soft cock slip from his body. "Flatter us, I should say," he added, brushing his hands over the archer's abdomen, and giving Clint a wink. It was both of them that Tony had been enjoying after all.
"I flattered you when I brought you home," Tony pointed out with a smug expression on his face, as he pushed off from the fall, grabbed Harry's trousers from the floor, frowning in confusion at the smooth stick of wood he found tucked into the pocket. "But now you are definitely going to have to explain what you did to JARVIS," the billionaire said, suddenly sounding a lot more serious, as Harry got back to his feet.
"Ah..." Harry said, with a wry smile at Tony as he headed towards him, "I can totally explain," he said, taking the jeans back and retrieving his wand from Tony’s hands. Honestly he was not at all sure what he was going to tell them; but he really wasn't be surprised that he was going to have to give them some kind of answers.

Thank you all for your kind suggestions; there was so much variety in who and what you all wanted to see next, but Clint won out partly because I had an idea for how to get him in and partly because he was quite a popular suggestion. I am currently leaning towards the next chapter being Coulson or Fury, with the one after being Loki. But those plans are vague, and I am definitely open to suggestions/recommendations/requests. We have many more chapters to go for this story yet, but they are all going to be quite slow updates as this is a story I work on in spare moments between others. But thank you all for your patience.
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