He place his hands over the forger’s arms, thumbs brushing the shirt beneath. “Isn’t that the same thing?” he asked, brow raised and kissing the other. “I am, you know?” Barton blushing slightly as he hooked his around his lover and pressing a kiss to Eames’s chin, not missing the smile that was trying to be hidden.
“I know. And I’m yours. Can’t fight it any more,” he confessed, kissing the corner of Clint’s mouth. Eames knew he’d more than likely regret it once the alcohol was out of his system but at that very moment he didn’t care. He wanted the archer to know just how he felt and they could deal with the repercussions later. “I’m yours and christ I can see myself one day loving you with all my heart. And it scares the hell out of me.” Another truth he’d most likely regret come morning but he wasn’t going to take it back now.
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