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"When I'm done." he said casually, grinding a little harder against his lover, head lulled back to rest on his shoulder as the archer moved. Clint knew this was silly, but the music called for it and like hell if he was gonna turn down a moment to get the forger hot and bothered.. Well, that was presuming too much, but he figured it was a safe assumption from his initial reaction.

“Then we have a deal, darling,” he managed to get out before the growl. Eames had thought about calling him a twat, a bastard but he couldn’t. He knew he would enjoy what was about to happen. Shoving his hands underneath his legs, he just sat and watched the archer dance above him. He already knew that he was going to have trouble keeping his hands off but he was going to do his damnedest to make it happen. “Didn’t realise you had this in you, Clint. I think we’re going to need to see more of it. And I want to see more of you.”