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He only smirked as he continued, shifting to lay back against the forger, head lulled back and resting against the other's shoulder as he shoved his pants down slowly. Clint leaned up and nipped the man's jaw as he moaned softly, feeling how Eames felt about his little show. After a moment of laying there and squirming in his lover's lap, the agent stood and pulled his boxers down just over the curve of his ass and looked over his shoulder, "Would you like to touch now?"

“You bloody tease,” Eames growled, his hands still firmly tucked underneath his legs. Of course he wanted to touch him. He wanted to touch him, kiss him, fuck him, do anything and everything to him. But they’d made a deal and for now he would stick to it. Though as the moments passed by he was finding it more and more difficult to keep his word. “Christ, I want to touch you. I want to do more than that but at this moment? I’d give just about anything to be able to touch you.” Which had him wondering if Clint was finally giving him permission?