The man was wicked. Simply wicked.

It was one of the things Arthur enjoyed most, if he were honest.

"I thought you may like them, Mr. Eames," he whispered, admitting it with a slow smile.

It had been too damn long until Arthur felt Eames' mouth on his own and because of that, he couldn't find it in himself to truly care who might see them. He just wanted this. He stepped in so he was flushed against him as he returned the kiss, bringing both hands up to the other man's shirt and clenching it in his hands.

"Mm, you miss me," he murmured against his mouth with a tiny smirk.