Pausing, leaning into that kiss, grinning at Arthur as he gave his ass a pat. His hand lingered there, not wanting to pull away though he forced himself to with a sigh.

Strolling up to the car, Eames popped the trunk for the other man's bag. "Come on then. I want you close and I need you home for that, he said. "Wishing I'd taken a cab and we'd taken that back to the villa."