He scrubs his skin clean, flicks some water through his hair, and when he steps out --

Loki is curled under the covers, like a kid. Apparently asleep.

Clint pats the last of the water from his skin, and steps forward. There's a violent urge inside him -- he wants to break that stillness, reach out and punish Loki for everything that he's done. Loki doesn't deserve to sleep deeply. He deserves to watch his back. All the time.

He gets a tube of lotion from the bathroom, and spreads it on his fingers, climbing behind Loki on the bed. Pushes Loki's legs just a little bit apart. He doesn't really know what he's doing here, but he's aware of the basics: stretch out the muscle, lube it up, and then go for it.

He presses two fingers inside of Loki, slick and deep.