Without pause, Clint's legs curl around Derek's waist as he lets out a low chuckle in response. Of course, this had been something that the wolf told him frequently where his wardrobe choices were concerned. ❝ Oh and here I thought jeans and a plain purple shirt was kinda casual and non-attention grabby. ❞ He says as he's being set down onto the closest surface that Derek could get to. ❝ -- and what do my eyes tell you? ❞
❝ —- They are, but you wield them like you hold your bow and big arrows, ❞ Derek murmured. He leaned forward, and ran his stubbled chin slowly down the smooth curve of Clint's neck. His mouth opened, and gingerly he ran sharpened canines against the lobe of his mate's ear. ❝ Your eyes tell me how dangerous you can be, how caring you can be, ❞ Derek murmured and traced his lips along Clint's jawline, ❝ how hungry you get for things you want. ❞
