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“Take your clothes off,” Phil orders and Clint’s stomach rolls over in a fun, squirmy way.
“All of them?” he asks, already dropping his hands to his belt.
Phil just looks at him. It’s his did I fucking stutter? look, which Clint secretly finds crazily hot.