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He started small figure eights in Eames lap, with each turn pressing a little bit harder against his lover to feel his progress. Clint turned to face away from the forger, continuing to grind against him as he removed his shirt completely.

Keeping his hands to himself was going to be difficult. Eames could already feel his hands itching to grip Clint’s waist and hold him in place as he continued to ground down against him. But they’d made a deal and instead of reaching out to feel the archer underneath his fingers, he growled instead. This was going to be torturous. Especially as he knew just how much Clint was turning him on. The only thing that made all of this worth it was the fact that he would have his way with the archer.