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Phil must have had the patience of...someone who really knew how to put up with bullshit. It was all Clint could think to himself during the past couple days that were leading up to the full moon. With every passing day he was growing more and more irritable, angrier. If he snapped at Phil it wasn't on purpose, mostly. He would apologize a little while afterwards and snap at him again after ten minutes. Rinse, repeat. In his mind he was going to make it up to him somehow. He just didn't know how as of yet. As quiet repentance for snapping at Phil which was usually on an hourly basis at this point when Phil was home. He cleaned his apartment. Ordered him Chinese food in case he didn't show up before Phil got home from work before doing some scouting for better locations for the next night. As much was he was looking forward to being locked in the apartment on the full moon, somehow he doubted how everything would be able to stand up to the full force of him as a werewolf.

His bed 'the sofa' would probably end up dead before the night was through. He didn't want to get into what might happen to Phil if he was there too. Accidents happen(ed). He really didn't want to deal with the outcome of an accident happening in Phil's home or rather an accident happening to Phil. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if that were the case.

The search came out a bust for anything in walking distance before doubling back, hands tucked in his pockets and staring down at his feet as he walked before heading up to the apartment and stepping inside before kicking off his shoes. It happened usually like clock work for him. He was waiting for Phil to come home, already a little moody because he couldn't find a place to hide out that was safe and secure enough for him and possible individuals who were stupid enough to go close to somewhere that was secluded. Of course he wasn't happy. He always believed the day before was worse than the day of because his skin felt too tight, too hot, he was getting ready to shed his humanity once more and he absolutely hated every moment of it. When he heard the front door open he did everything not to roll his eyes and scoff.

"Yanno, 've got no idea why 'm still here. This place fucking sucks." In lesser jerky terms, it went more like: I couldn't find somewhere to hide out tomorrow night. Help me, Phil-wan.

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Phil's hands went to Clint's sides automatically, but once there, he found he didn't want to move them. "Well, I find you pretty distracting. I can't really lie about that." He smiled at Clint, fingers gripping with a little more force than was strictly necessary. He had to admit that it wasn't just Clint's appearance that he liked. Everything about the man was... distracting.

"It's a little difficult to notice anyone else when you're around, you know that?" At least Phil had a hard time paying attention to anything else when Clint was an option. It would probably be creepy if he didn't know that Clint was at least somewhat interested in him. He still felt a little pathetic, the way his attention focused so intently on Clint whenever he was there, but he guessed it could be worse.

Clint smiled a bit when Phil's hands moved to his sides. Phil would be okay with assuming that he wanted them there in the first place. He wouldn't have moved onto the other man's lap if he didn't want to be touched after all. "I wouldn't really want you too. Honesty's the best policy and...crap like that." He laughed a little as he ran his hands up Phil's arms. There wasn't much of Phil that Clint wasn't interested in. The man had gotten his interest peaked the moment he met him, that interest lasted years. He wasn't looking anywhere else right now. He had what he was searching for as he pressed his cheek against Phil's, pressing a bit against him just to make sure he wasn't imagining this.

"I can imagine. How do you think I deal with it myself when you're around, Phil?" Clint knew the affect he could have on people. He hoped it was a similar affect for Phil but didn't hold his breath. What he wanted to make absolute certainty of was that Phil knew his effect on Clint. Clint dragged his lips along the line of the other man's jaw before kissing him, not like before. Before was more of a comfort. Right now it was more of a statement, something deeper than before as he shifted a bit on Phil's lap.

Phil's hands slid to Clint's back as they kissed, pulling him closer, holding him close. He kissed back, just as hard as Clint kissed him.

He was very much affected by Clint. It was inescapable. He'd spent more than one sleepless night since Clint had arrived thinking about him, about doing this. There wasn't much he didn't want from Clint or with Clint. There wasn't much he didn't want to do to Clint or let him do to Phil.

Just thinking about it had him feeling warm. He was pretty much going from zero to turned on faster than he thought was possible at his age.

"I'm really not nearly as distracting as you are." Phil was attractive, but not like Clint. Nowhere near the way Clint was.

Clint felt more...human than he had all day. All week in fact. But at the same time, his mind was swimming with so many things. He didn't want to explain to Phil that these actions were one-half feelings for the other man and the other half just him going crazy in his own skin.

He was incapable of making a responsible decision at this point in time as he chuckled a bit against Phil's lips, a grin forming on his face. He had ideas. He had a lot of ideas when it came to Phil. What Phil could do to him and what he could do to Phil. Everything in his head was pretty much a give-or-take thing. It was pretty much on reflex when he pressed himself against Phil. The position he was in was really giving him nothing to work with as his lips traveled down to the other man's neck. If only just to have him continue speaking. Clint liked it when Phil talked. "'m not that distracting...you seem to go on fine with me 'round this place. But I could be distracting..."

Phil hummed. "Could you?" It was half a dare and half a request. His hands traveled downward, fingers digging into Clint's skin. They stop at his lower back, but it's a struggle not to move them lower, because part of him just wants to grab Clint and pull him tight against him. He knows that Clint needs to be in control here, though, especially now. This needs to be Clint's call. All of it does.

Still, he's practically buzzing against Clint, head tipping to the side as he all but pushes closer. Without even thinking, he's baring his throat to Clint. He can't think of anything he wants more than Clint's mouth on his skin.

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