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 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.]

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[Well okay that feels really nice. Arthur hums once again, making a sound of almost reluctant compliance to whatever Eames is doing here. He'd rather not move than get up for coffee anyway. For now.]

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[He's still half asleep, vaguely aware of Arthur's presence, mostly operating on autopilot as he sighs softly and keeps kissing Arthur's neck.]

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[Arthur would like to formally put out into the universe that if he gets a boner it's because he was already a bit hard when he woke up and this feels really good and Eames is naked and he can't be held responsible for whatever his dick decides to do at this point.]

[Like it's not pressing it's just there.]

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[Well it's not like Eames has ever had an objection to Arthur's boners. He just hums softly and decides he's gonna leave a hickey just by Arthur's ear.]

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[How is he ever supposed to get anything done with this man behaving like this. Arthur puts his hand on Eames' waist and lets out a soft moan.]

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[Eames hums and lightly trails his fingers up and down Arthur's back, just happy to spend ages kissing and touching him like this.]

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[Arthur's sleepy enough to just melt into it, moaning as the occasional spark shoots down his spine from how good that feels.]

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[Eames grins and sighs happily, nose pressed lightly to Arthur's throat. He's vaguely aware of Arthur's dick between them, but mostly Eames is just focused on kissing and touching Arthur as much as he can.]

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[Arthur groans with the mild discomfort of having a full boner pressed between them, but he can hold out just a little longer without either separating to calm it down or doing something about it. There's no way Eames can't feel it and he must know he's just encouraging it.]

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[Listen. He's a sleepy man with a gorgeous boyfriend already in his arms, Eames is entirely focused on how good Arthur feels under his lips and fingers and refuses to admit responsibility for any boners.]