"I'll let you know if they ever cover nargles," he muttered, not really wanting to get into that or explain Auntie Luna. She was a piece of work but he appreciated her unerring support to their family. Cookie dough really was unimportant in the long run.
Jamie grinned broadly though he was holding back his laughter... Ah, there was the intent. "You have me at your mercy," he told his boyfriend without shame, "I don't want to get dough in your hair." He had proven to be a bit of a puller when he wanted something but this time he was just too messy. Though, well, he wasn't entirely at Clint's mercy, shifting to nuzzle into the curve of his neck leaving a trail of sharp nips along his skin.