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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[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.]

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[Eames hums, enjoying the attention, and as soon as Arthur rolls them over his hand slips down further to comfortably grab his butt. He's happy with this, pulling a leg up and resting his thigh at Arthur's hip, but he reaches out to grab Arthur's wrist in protest when he sees him reaching for the condom.]

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No?

[His voice has a soft, amused lilt to it as he pulls his hand back.]

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No.

[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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[Arthur smiles and leans down to kiss Eames, gently slipping his tongue between Eames' lips as he lifts his hips and guides himself into Eames with his hand. He's not quite fully hard but he'll get there like this, rocking deep into Eames.]

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[Eames groans into the kiss, lifting both legs around Arthur and arching up against him.]

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[Arthur groans as he hardens up inside Eames, rolling his hips into him exactly as deep and slow as he needs. He hopes this kind of thing satisfies what Eames said he wants — it seems like the perfect way to finish off the evening to him, and after everything he's done he's definitely craving this kind of intimacy.]

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[Eames doesn't really care about how exactly Arthur fucks him so long as it has them both worn out and warm after, and it feels like this might do just that. He moans and lifts his hips a little to help Arthur get deeper, letting out soft moans against his lips and quiet murmurs about how incredible he feels inside him.]

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[Arthur keeps it up, picking up the pace only as much as this angle will allow. He's not as interested in hard and fast as much as he's interested in deep and intense, so he keeps kissing Eames and groaning, reaching down to Eames' thigh to help with the angle of his hips.]

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[Eames is feeling extremely verbose about this, cursing and telling Arthur every thought that goes through his mind in breathless whispers between moans and whimpers. Hushed comments about how he feels incredible, how big he feels like this and how desperate Eames is for everything he has.]

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[Arthur responds with compliments of his own, telling Eames how hot and gorgeous he is, how good he feels. He's not going to last much longer, and when he can feel his stomach start to tighten up his moans get a little more desperate and he warns Eames that he's going to come soon, reiterating how fucking good he feels in the next breath.]

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[Well that somehow makes Eames more vocal, if it's even possible, lifting his head so his lips are by Arthur's ear when he goes on. Encouraging Arthur and telling him exactly how badly he wants to feel him come, voice breathless and low, fingers digging in at his back to hold on to him.]

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[It's not that much longer before he's coming, trying to keep the intensity up all the way through. He groans loudly into Eames' ear and digs his fingers into Eames' thigh, finishing off with a few irregular jerks of his hips before he has to slow to a stop. He's just going to... stay here for a moment and catch his breath.]

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[The feeling of Arthur coming inside him is pretty much exactly what Eames needs to get there himself, groaning and clinging hard to Arthur as he shudders and and arches under him. Practically trembling after that initial wave hits and he's feeling the aftershocks under Arthur.]

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[Arthur rests his forehead on the pillow beside Eames' head, taking until his breath finally starts to even out before he makes any moves. He starts by lifing his head back up to brush his lips against Eames' cheek, putting his hand on Eames' thigh before he pulls out. As gently as he can manage, he's just going to collapse down on the bed beside Eames, facing him on his side and humming with satisfaction at a job well done.]

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[Eames has his head turned to press light kisses to Arthur's face while he recovers, sighing happily at the kiss he gets back. He's shuddering intermittently with aftershocks — it's been a night — but that doesn't stop Eames from rolling on his side to face Arthur and put a hand on his cheek with a smile. What an excellent, handsome man.]

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[Arthur smiles sleepily and gazes at Eames.]

Well I'm definitely worn out.

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[Eames laughs softly, agreeing, and leans forward to kiss Arthur's forehead.]

You never made me that drink.

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[Arthur laughs.]

You still want it? I might be able to muster the energy...

[He doesn't sound entirely confident.]

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[He laughs again and pulls himself up close to drape an arm over Arthur.]

I think you need to rest.

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[He keeps grinning, craning his neck for a soft kiss and putting his hand on a boob as he settles into a position he could sleep in.]

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[Oh, he remembered. Eames makes a delighted noise into the kiss, smiling against Arthur's lips before he puts his head down to sleep.]

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[Arthur's absolutely going to fall asleep in record time, murmuring a soft "goodnight" before he does. He's thoroughly worn out and is going to enjoy a lovely eight solid hours at least.]