[ Clint is quite broad, and his shoulders are well defined from all of the archery and sword work. He's still not entirely sure that his are better than Gladio's, but he'll take the compliment. ] Yeah? Well your abs are better than mine.
[ Clint grins over at him and arches an eyebrow. ] Yeah, they are pretty nice. [ He moves so that he's facing Gladio and settles a hand on his thigh. ]
[ Clint smirks at him and stands up, showing off his front to Gladio. He's not hard or anything, halfway there at best, but he's still got a lot to brag about. ]
[Nothing wrong even if he hadn't had much to brag about. Gladio grins and pulls Clint down into his lap so they can face each other. Unlike Clint, he actually is hard. And, well... he's a very proportional man.]
[ Clint goes willingly, straddling Gladio's thighs. He hardens rapidly now that he's here, feeling all those hard muscles against him. He presses his palms against Gladio's chest. ]
Let's not get too ahead of ourselves, we haven't even had the main event, let alone the encore.
[ He does, but he also puts a lot of emphasis on flexibility. Gladio is massive with his muscles. Clint isn't nearly as big, but he's still very strong. ]
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