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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[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.

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[He grins and tilts his head into Arthur's touch, eyes flicking down to that boner he's dealing with.]

That can't be helping you make up your mind.

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No.

[He sighs, slighty tinged with resignation.]

All I can think about it is being inside you.

[He takes a moment, looking down at Eames' body and then back up to make eye contact.]

I think I want you to turn over.

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Oh.

[He's still grinning, though he's not fully sure if Arthur means on his side or on his front, so he rolls onto his front first. Still maintaining eye contact when he props himself up on his elbows.]

Like this?

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Yeah.

[He stands again to get rid of the rest of his clothes and to grab a condom and the lube (just in case) from the night table.]

Up on your knees, too.

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Oh, Arthur.

[Eames does as he's told, getting up on his knees, legs together and back arched to make a real good image for Arthur to commit to memory.]

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[Arthur lets out a soft laugh, biting his lip and tilting his head as he takes in the gorgeous sight in front of him. He kneels down behind Eames and puts a hand on his ass, just appreciating it for a moment before he rips open the condom wrapper and rolls it on.]

[Thing is, he's a little worried he's going to finish pretty quickly once he's inside him, so it's not happening right away. Instead he's going to press his two middle fingers between Eames' lips, rubbing down to his clit and then back up to press one of those fingers into him.]

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[Eames moans softly, he'd much rather Arthur just get to it, but he's always been a little impatient. This is still good, and he presses back against Arthur's hand.]

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[Well Eames is going to be waiting a bit longer. Arthur pumps his finger slowly in and out of him before pulling out completely. Then, in a twist, he rubs a finger over Eames' asshole just to see how that goes over. He suspects it will go well, but he'd like to know for sure before he proceeds.]

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[Eames is a little surprised, glancing over his shoulder at Arthur with a slightly confused smile, but he's far from against it. Arthur's never gone for anal before if there was a vagina available, so he just has to take a moment to process that it's on purpose before he wriggles his hips a little in invitation, still looking over his shoulder at him.]

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[Arthur's really just trying to be awful and wind Eames up before he starts fucking him, and the game plan is set in motion as soon as he knows Eames is down. He presses two fingers back into Eames' vagina and leans forward to press his tongue to Eames' ass, slowly working it into him as he pumps his fingers.]

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[Oh. Oh wow. Eames gasps and curses, rocking back slightly against Arthur's fingers with a hum.]

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[That's promising. Arthur keeps it up, trying to get a little deeper with both his fingers and his tongue.]

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[He swears louder at that like it's somehow a surprise, head falling forward, and moans Arthur's name.]

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[Arthur keeps it up for a little while, really trying to get Eames to a point where he's almost incoherently wound up. When he feels like his efforts have plateaued, he pulls away and gets up on his knees, hands coming to Eames' hips.]

[He can't and doesn't bother trying to hold in the moan that escapes him as he sinks into him. It's slow and indulgent, like everything else has been tonight, and he really tries to savour every inch, pausing when he's fully buried. He readjusts his knees a little bit and then starts rocking his hips at a shallow and gentle pace, moaning at how good it feels.]

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[Eames is pretty much a keening mess when Arthur stops, already loud and desperate, and the moment's respite he gets while Arthur adjusts isn't really enough for him to do much more than register that things are about to change.]

[The feeling of Arthur sinking into him is overwhelming for the moment, it's everything he can do not to clench around Arthur to get more of the friction, arching with a whimper and another shaky moan of Arthur's name.]