“You shouldn’t wear it”
Clint turns around just to see Marc leaning against the doorframe. “Or what?-”, Clint starts saying with a smile which is definitly provocative. “i’m getting cursed by that little moon god?”. He knows, he should not say that. But annoying Khonshu became a new hobby and if he would get paid for that a fulltime job. “Kind of”, Marc says and start to move forward.
He graps the cape on both sides and pulls Clint closer. “I let you alone for five minutes and-” “Maybe you should not let me alone then”, smiles Clint amused and leans closer to steal a kiss. Marc sighs softly and moves them toward the bed. “Uh”, exclaims Clint, when he falls down and hits that super soft and super expensiv mattress.
Marc looks at him. The eyes are soft, but their is a desire in them, that makes Clint always feel things. “You like what you see?”, Clint ask with an wink, but the hood of the cloak is in the way. “Always”, Marc answers with an grin and leans down to kiss his boyfriend stupid.