His heart stops for a second and then starts pounding in his chest as if it about to jump out and run to Clint. "Is that my sweater?" Marc asks, hating how soft it sounds. If Khonshu were here, he would have mocked him for it. Clint puts the takeaway on the kitchen counter and has a grin on his face. "Yes-" he begins to say. "You forgot it the last time you where at my apartment." It's a dark blue sweater that's faded and worn out. Marc doesn't know why he still has it and hasn't thrown it away long ago.
But now he's glad he never threw it away.
Clint looks incredibly comfortable in it. It gives him a softness that overwhelms Marc. It's not like Marc hasn't seen this site before. As of that point, he's sure he's seen every side of Clint. It doesn't matter how bright or dark that side seems to be. Marc sometimes feels like he knows Clint better than he knows himself.
Khonshu constantly scoffs at this.
But Marc can't escape the attraction of Clint. He feels like a planet revolving around the sun and now dependent on it. "I can take it off if you want-" Clint begins to say, slightly uncertain. Apparently he misinterpreted Marc's silence. "No," Marc interrupts and stands in front of Clint. "I know you don't like to share your stuff, and if it upsets you-"
Marc kisses him.
It's partly to shut up Clint and partly because he wants to feel all that softness. His hands cup Clint's face. Clint's hands first wander around, confused by the sudden action, before they come to rest on his hips. "I have no problem with that," Marc says as he breaks the kiss and looks into Clint's blue-gray eyes. "Good to know," Clint smiles and steals another kiss.
Marc drops his hands and then grabs Clint's hand. He pulls him towards the bedroom. "Wait, what about DogCops. Today is the season finale, we're finally going to find out what's going on with-". Marc kisses him again. It's a sweet demanding kiss that promises more. "I'm sure we can watch the replay."
He can see Clint going through all the options and just for a second, Marc feels offended by the fact that Clint might choose DogCops over him. "Okay," Clint grins and lets Marc pull him into the room.
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He never gets tired of seeing Clint like this.
Completely surrendered and satisfied.
And with this infinite trust.
His eyes are closed and a smile is on his lips, which Marc kisses. It's a tired and slow kiss. Sighing contentedly, Marc lets himself fall to the side. He is still half lying on top of Clint and wraps his arms around him. "Marc?" Clint asks and starts scratching Marc's head. His eyes close. "Mh," he says and snuggles even closer to Clint.
"I have a question. You don't have to answer it, but even if you don't say anything, you still answer." Clint babbles and Marc gives a smirk. Clint is so awkward with his words at times that it's a wonder when he gets to the point. "You can ask me anything, you know that," Marc replies and listens to Clint's heartbeat, which is slowly calming down. The hand in his hair falters briefly before continuing to stroke his curls.
"Did we just have sex because I'm wearing your sweater"
Marc blushes.
"Why would you think that?" Marc asks the counter question and presses his face into the fabric of the sweater. Clint lets out an amused laugh. "Well, for one, your reaction when you saw me. You seemed very...distracted". A kiss is planted on his hair. "And secondly, because I'm still wearing the sweater," Clint finishes, and Marc feels like his face is on fire.
"Don't make me say anything," Marc mumbles, somewhat embarrassed. Clint's laughter rings in his ears and dies down to a rumble in his chest. After that, Clint has the decency not to say anything more. They float in a bubble of stillness and togetherness, accompanied by the warmth of their bodies.*