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"I want you." he chuckled, cupping the man's face, continuing to sing. "I want you so bad, it's driving me .. It's driving me mad."

Eames was trying hard not to laugh. Normally he was the one that was the idiot and did the singing. It was odd to actually have Clint doing so. Especially as they hadn’t had that much to drink. “Anyone tell you, love, that you’re a bit mad,” he teased, his hands moving to grip the archer’s hips. “But you’re mine and I don’t mind it in the slightest.”