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He raised a brow, a devious smirk tugging his lips as he turned to press himself against Eames and swayed to the music, hands settled on the man's thighs. "Think you could handle not touching?"

“Only if you promise me I can touch you when you’re done,” he countered, a smirk of his own gracing his features. Eames knew he could keep his hands to himself. Unless Clint decided to tease him to the point where he’d be tempted to forget what they’d said and just have his way with the other.