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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[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.]

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[Eames hums happily at this, looping his arms around Arthur's neck and resting his head at the crook with a soft sigh, one hand coming up to lightly play with the ends of Arthur's hair while he takes him upstairs.]

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[Arthur sets Eames down and then starts undoing his belt, sighing with relief when he gets his zipper down and can readjust his dick to be less trapped. After that, he sits down on the bed and starts undoing his shirt.]

You're good for another round, right?

[He asks it with a terrible smirk, knowing full well that Eames' superhuman stamina will allow him a number of rounds before he's down for the count.]

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[He smirks and turns on his side, shamelessly checking Arthur out while he deals with his clothes, though after a moment he thinks about his own situation and sits up to start dealing with this bra.]

[The heels are staying though.]

I'm good for as many as you want.

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That's good, because I'm definitely not done with you.

[He waits for the bra to come off and then leans in for a kiss, thinking about what he wants to do next. He also brings his hand up to one of Eames' newly freed breasts to flick his thumb over a nipple because he can.]

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[He makes an amused noise, almost a laugh against Arthur's lips and leans into the kiss, returning the favour with a hand feeling up Arthur's chest now it's readily available.]

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[Arthur brings his hand up to Eames' jaw, pulling away just a little to appreciate his face.]

You're so gorgeous, I can barely decide what to do with you.