she got eyes that could melt the entire population

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[Maybe it's a mischievous streak, something a little devious, but being able to change himself this way. Sometimes Eames just wants to do it for fun, there's nothing wrong with that. One could argue, however, there's something a little wrong with asking your partner to meet you for a drink without informing him you'll be looking a little different however.]

[Lucky for Eames, he doesn't think Arthur is somebody who'll make that complaint.]

[Especially not when he sees exactly who it is meeting him. It's been a while, but Delilah's memorable, Eames made her that way. Beautiful and graceful, she stands out yet rarely seems out of place. Especially not in the upscale bar Eames asked Arthur to meet him at.]

[Delilah comes in maybe ten minutes after Arthur, gently suggests to the person next to him that that seat should be hers and sits just a little closer than appropriate. Waiting first to be noticed, to see if Arthur recognises her or if she needs to make the first move.]

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[She's definitely a little wet already, she's been thinking about this all evening, absolutely dying for Arthur to take control and just take her. Delilah gasps and tilts her head for him, letting out a soft moan as she pushes her fingers up through his hair.]

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[Arthur hums again, satisfied with that reaction. He does his best to keep Delilah pinned to the wall, kissing down her neck as he pulls his hand back to slip into her underwear. He barely puts any pressure on her clit at first, middle finger barely dipping between her lips on the first rock of his hand before he applies a little more direct pressure.]

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[She gasps out a moan at that, arching against Arthur and parting her legs just slightly for him. She puts an arm around him, hand braced at his upper back for a little stability.]

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You're so fucking gorgeous.

[He draws a few indulgent circles around Delilah's clit, lifting his head back up to kiss and nip at her ear.]

We need to get you out of that dress.

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[She hums, lets out another soft moan, definitely breathing heavier and showing a bit of a flush.]

Whatever you want.

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[He kisses her again, pulling his hand out from her underwear and reaching around to grab her waist with both hands, pulling away from the wall as he hoists her up to comfortably carry her.]

There's a fireplace in the next room, and I want to see you laid out next to it before I go down on you.

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[Oh-- fuck. This is such a rarity for him, Eames gasps at being picked up and wraps his legs around Arthur, tilting his head to nose at Arthur's face and neck. There's something about it that's an incredible turn on, that has Eames clinging to Arthur with a pleased noise at the mention of the fireplace.]

That sounds amazing.

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[Arthur carries her into the living room, pausing to flick the switch on the wall that turns on the fireplace. He stops in front of it, adjusting his grip to signal that he'd like Delilah to get down, wondering where the zipper for this dress is so they can address that.]

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[Eames (definitely Eames, he's far too fucking turned on to stay in character for this) lowers his legs, standing cautiously at first, and then moves to stand in front of Arthur once he's comfortable on his feet. Smiling a little as he turns to face the fireplace and away from Arthur, and sweeps his hair over his shoulder so Arthur can see the top of the zip.]

Unzip me?

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[Arthur takes the zipper and slowly pulls it down her back, gently pushing the straps off her shoulders once the dress is undone. He takes a step back to let Delilah finish removing it, tilting his head to appreciate the view.]

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[Eames hums softly and lets the dress fall to the floor, turning back to face Arthur when he steps out of it. There is something that feels absolutely incredible about standing here, just in jewellery and heels and lingerie, and Eames winks at Arthur as he presents himself for Arthur's viewing pleasure.]

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[Arthur's not shy about checking Delilah out. He tilts his head and bites his lip as he looks her up and down, undoing a button on his shirt as if seeing her is just too fucking hot. He'd never be so obvious if Delilah actually were a one-night stand, but he knows what Eames likes, and being appreciated is near the top of the list.]

That's fucking stunning.

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[He smiles wide and leans a hip against the fireplace.]

Yeah?

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Yeah.

[There's a bulge in his pants but Arthur's not worried about that right now.]

Come on, let's lay down.

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[Eames glances around and walks over to the couch and grabs a blanket first (a little swing in his step for Arthur to watch) and comes back to put it down. He doesn't waste any time, getting down on it and laying back, propped up on an elbow and ankles crossed as he waits for Arthur to join him.

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[Arthur watches all of this patiently and happily, just unabashedly checking Eames out but not wasting any time following him to the floor. He lays alongside him, propped up to lean in for a brief kiss before he looks down at Eames' stomach, where his free hand stretches out on bare skin and starts roaming a little bit.]

[There's gonna be some more kissing as his hand wanders down to Eames' thigh and then back up to a breast, firmly rubbing circles around his nipple through his bra. Just to see if that's something Eames likes in this body.]

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[Eames hums happily, free hand coming up to rest at Arthur's neck as he turns his body a little toward Arthur. This is definitely one of those times he can appreciate the benefits of being able to change his body how he wants, being able to control how sensitive it is, letting out a pleased sigh as his nipple hardens quickly under Arthur's touch.]

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[Satisfied with that, Arthur moves his hand back down Eames' stomach and slips it back into his underwear, not being shy this time about rubbing his clit. He doesn't want to waste too much time teasing him but god it feels good to draw out some whimpers and moans just like this.]

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[Eames gasps and moans, rolling his hips a against Arthur's hand. There's no point being restrained, he decides, and he whimpers softly. Pulling away slightly so he can look down at Arthur's hand between his legs.]

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[Arthur noses at Eames' hair and keeps a consistent pressure with his fingers. Eames is certainly turned on enough for him to move on, but he indulges in this for a little while longer to give Eames a bit of a show.]

[After he works a particularly satisfying moan out of Eames, he pulls his hand out of his underwear and sits up to start pulling them off. His pants are really fucking tight but all he wants is to keep Eames keyed up.]

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[Eames is a little breathless already, a bit flushed, certainly frustrated when Arthur stops touching him but he can certainly appreciate the need to get out of this underwear. He lays back and lifts his hips first, doing what he can to help Arthur get them off, watching him to see what he's up to down there.]

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[Arthur settles between Eames' legs when the underwear has been discarded, sitting up and appreciating the view all over again. The fireplace was an amazing idea — the soft, warm light on Eames' curves is fucking gorgeous and Arthur could sit here taking it in for much longer, but that might kill the vibe.]

[So he leans forward over Eames and kisses him, slow and indulgent like he's been this whole time, but promptly moving on to his neck and down his chest. He takes some time there, nosing at Eames' bra and sucking temporary marks on the skin of his breasts that aren't trapped by the lingerie.]

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[Eames gives Arthur a smile when he's sitting up, stretching out a little to make the view that bit more alluring, as if it's even necessary. He does really wish Arthur would at least take his shirt off, but there's much more important things happening right now, hands coming up to cup Arthur's face as he sighs into the kiss. His fingers pushing through Arthur's hair when he moves, coming to rest at the back of his head with some gentle noises of encouragement when Arthur's at his chest.]

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[When Arthur's satisfied that he's paid Eames' boobs enough attention for now, he keeps moving down his stomach until he's shuffled down far enough to hook his arms under Eames' thighs, laying down with his stomach flat on the ground and propped up on his elbows. He noses affectionately at the soft skin of Eames' inner thighs, presses kisses to his labia, drawing out just long enough to be a tease before he finally looks straight up at Eames and drags his tongue over his clit, slow like it's an experiment, as if he doesn't know it feels fucking good.]

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[Eames smiles at all this attention, keeping a hand resting lightly on the back of Arthur's head, humming happily when he's between his legs. It's honestly an incredible image, he takes a long moment just to appreciate Arthur's head between his thighs, his heels resting on his back.]

[His thoughts on how nice and hot this is are interrupted by Arthur's tongue, and he lets out a slightly surprised moan, returning his look with a heavy gaze of his own.]