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 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.]

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[Eames tucks himself right up to Arthur, as close as physically possible, arm tight around him the way he always does when his affection decides to express itself in the most inconvenient ways. He doesn't plan to be awake early either, so hopefully Arthur doesn't need to be anywhere except for this bed come morning.]

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[Luckily Arthur doesn't have anything to do, so his waking up process is as it always is: a sound of remorse at the whole idea of wakefulness as he cuddles closer into Eames.]

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[Eames hums happily in his sleep and wraps his arm tighter around Arthur, nuzzling in against his neck.]

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[Arthur makes another sound: the sound of a man being squeezed just a little too hard. It's nothing painful yet but Eames is super strong and half asleep.]

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[That's probably fine. Eames is asleep and doesn't notice, he's too busy being all in Arthur's business anyway.]

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[The next sound is more of a whine, softly moaning Eames' name (he can't be bothered to remember Delilah's name nor does he feel like he should use it).]

I need coffee.

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Mm.

[Eames hums in acknowledgement that he's been spoken to. His response is to kiss Arthur's neck.]