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Clint kept just out of the forger's reach, a smirk plastered on his face as he pulled up his shirt and held it between his teeth as he rolled his body. It was intoxicating to see each reaction Eames had to his movements, the archer not needing anything other than the man beneath him to enjoy what he was doing for him. "Try all you like, love."

As hard as he tried, he couldn’t help the whine that slipped from his mouth. Eames had seen Clint in and out of his clothing. But this? This was new and it was slowly driving him to the cliff. Eventually he’d fall off that cliff and when he did he would just tackle the other to the ground. Until that time, though, he would sit and watch like he’d promised him. “When you’re done I plan on making you forget your own bloody name, sweetheart.”