Clint does need his fair amount of caretaking. But their strengths are so different it works out pretty well.

"Yes," she whimpers against his lips. Feeling him writhing beneath her when every nerve is on fire very nearly sets her off again. Clumsy hands try to press one of his into service helping with that. A little more direct stimulation on her clit is all it takes--whether he's able to rub or just be rubbed against, when he cums she has another little peak too.

"Yes, oh yes." Hope he wasn't planning to go anywhere, because she's collapsing on top of him now. Her head lands on his shoulder and her hands grip whatever she can find to keep from sliding off of him and possibly out of bed entirely because what even is cohesion she's melting.