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He hummed and shook his head, "Doesn't work like that." the agent grinned working his way down the man's lap, then turning to face the forger and crawling back up him. He pressed a light kiss to Eames' lips and then settled back down, pressing himself more into the other. Clint pulled his shirt up a little, teasing his lover.

“Bloody tease,” he muttered, forcing the whine back down his throat. Eames wasn’t going to give Clint the satisfaction of knowing he’d already started to effect him. He wanted to pull him into his lap, kiss him until he was breathless and then fuck him until he could no longer remember his name. But all of that would have to wait. He would give the archer a chance to work his magic. And after that? He would do a bit of his own. “I know, but can’t blame a bloke for trying,” he said, chasing the other’s lips.