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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[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.]

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[Arthur does that a few more times, his hands resting on Eames' hips to keep him still. When he thinks he's done enough teasing, he closes his mouth over Eames' clit and starts working his jaw at a slow and steady pace.]

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[Eames' head falls back with a groan, hips wriggling a little in Arthur's grip because he definitely wants to rock down against Arthur's face.]

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[Arthur makes an amused sound and adjusts his grip to Eames' thighs instead, confident he'll be able to manage whatever rocking Eames wants to do.]

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[He's not going to get too wild, trying to match whatever Arthur's doing with his mouth with soft gasps and moans. He pushes himself back up on an elbow so he can see better, and scratches his fingers lightly over Arthur's scalp.]

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[Arthur gradually increases his pace and pressure, pausing briefly once in a while to drag his tongue over his clit again. He's definitely aiming to get Eames off here, listening closely to every sound he lets out to make sure he's on the right track.]

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[Eames' gasps and moans come out louder, more frequent, and his head falls back again. It takes a concentrated effort on his part not to squeeze his thighs too hard around Arthur's head (which would be hilarious, but a real mood killer,) that effort ending up with him pulling on Arthur's hair as he gets closer, whimpering and moaning as he starts rolling his hips up against Arthur's face.]

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[Arthur makes some encouraging sounds and presses on, fingertips digging in a little bit to Eames' thighs.]

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[He tenses when he starts to come, swearing softly under his breath, and then louder when it floods him. Body shuddering as he rocks his hips through it and groans loudly.]

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[Arthur keeps his mouth engaged until it seems like Eames is coming down the other side of his orgasm, slowing down and pulling back to affectionately kiss Eames' thigh.]

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[Eames combs his fingers through Arthurs hair affectionately and then lays back to catch his breath with a wide smile on his face,]

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[Arthur pushes himself up, sitting back on his heels with a bit of a smug grin.]

Good?

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Mmhm.

[He smiles up at Arthur and sighs.]

Extremely so.

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[He runs his hands up and down Eames' thighs in a soothing motion.]

How about we get you upstairs so you can recover more comfortably?

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[Eames laughs softly and shakes his head.]

You'll have to give me a minute. I'm not sure my legs are up to the task right now.

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[Arthur pushes himself up onto his feet.]

I'll carry you.

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Oh-- [He raises his arms.] Then by all means.

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[Arthur snorts softly and steps around to Eames' side, kneeling to slip his arms behind his back and under his knees and scoop him up. It's getting harder to ignore his boner but he can at least get them upstairs and deposit Eames in the bed.]