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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[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.]

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[The pace he works up to is fairly automatic — it's difficult to do much else when he's been hard for so long. His only concern is holding on long enough for Eames to come again, but judging by what he can see he thinks that might not be too far off. He's loud too, grunting and moaning freely.]

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[Eames can probably come pretty fast, though he's more interested in Arthur getting there than himself. Either way, right now it feels fucking incredible and Eames is extremely vocal about it, moaning Arthur's name and telling him how good he feels as he rocks back to meet him for every thrust.]

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[It's not much longer until he's letting out shaky moans and warning Eames that he's going to come, a tight grip on his hips as he slams a little harder. He only starts to slow down when the last wave of his orgasm has passed through him, hanging his head in exhaustion and trying to catch his breath.]

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[Eames' hands ball in the sheets when he starts to come, all of him clenched for a long moment, letting out a gasp that's practically a sob and presses his forehead to the mattress when it finally crests, shuddering and moaning into the bed.]

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[Arthur gingerly pulls out and pulls off the condom, tying it off and tossing it in the garbage before he collapses beside Eames on the bed.]

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[The second he's let go of, Eames lays down, moving to cuddle up to Arthur when he's laying down too.]

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[Arthur grins and noses at Eames' hair.]

You'll have to give me a few minutes, but the next one can be lady's choice if you like.

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[Eames laughs softly and tucks himself a little tighter against Arthur.]

Oh, I already got what I wanted downstairs.

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[Arthur laughs too.]

What, you don't have any other fantasies to live out tonight?

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[He smiles and turns his head to look at Arthur.]

I thought it would be fun if I was just here to do whatever you want.

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[Arthur hums in understanding.]

Well, after I recover for a bit I might want one more round.

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[Eames grins and noses at Arthur's face to try and get a kiss.]

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[Arthur wraps his arm around Eames' shoulders and pulls him in for a good kiss, energy finally starting to come back.]

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[Eames hums happily and puts an arm around Arthur, hand resting at his lower back.]

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[Arthur puts his hand on one of Eames' boobs, finally taking some time to get in some good boob-grabbing action.]

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[Ah, that one gets an approving noise and Eames sighs into the kiss.]

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[Arthur flicks his thumb over Eames' nipple a couple times, humming appreciatively before he rolls them over, laying on top of him. He stays there for some more making out and then he pulls away so he can reach for another condom.]