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"Alright, darling." he smiled, pulling away and gently pushing him in the chair near them. Sure this was silly and not enough drinks in his system to do so, but he straddled his lover's lap and rolled his hips to the music with a smirk on his face.

Well, this was definitely different. Eames should have expected this sort of thing but allowing Clint to push him down into the chair, his mind had all but abandoned him. He knew where all of this was going and leaning back into the chair, flashed the other quite the smirk. “Hands off or hands on?” He asked, knowing that he would have quite the difficulty in keeping his hands to himself.