Phil made a thoughtful little sound in his throat, fingers having wormed their way up under the hem of Clint's shirt, just resting against warm skin, "Well I was going to say that gives you first dibs, but if it's all or nothing you're just going to have to share."

He turned his head to brush a kiss against Clint's temple before giving him a nudge towards the bed, "Go on, make sure our guests feel welcome." He shed his jacket once he'd let Clint go, stepping out of his shoes, but for the time being, that was all.