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she got eyes that could melt the entire population
[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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[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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[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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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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Oh, I already got what I wanted downstairs.
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What, you don't have any other fantasies to live out tonight?
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I thought it would be fun if I was just here to do whatever you want.
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Well, after I recover for a bit I might want one more round.
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[His voice has a soft, amused lilt to it as he pulls his hand back.]
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[Eames smiles up at him, bringing his hand back to brush back some of Arthur's hair affectionately.]
Thinking about it, what I've been wanting is for you to just take me, so... [He tilts his head with a smirk, gaze flicking toward where the condoms are for a split second.] No more of those.
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