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 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.]

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[Well Arthur's got a sensitive morning boner and he's gonna let out a soft whine.]

Eames.

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Yeah?

[He tilts his head up to nose at Arthur's jaw, totally innocent.]

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You're gonna have to let me go jerk off or something.

[Real sexy right.]

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[Absolutely not. Eames makes a vague noise of displeasure at the idea of Arthur getting up, and then slips his hand between them to wrap his fingers around Arthur and start stroking him.]

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[Arthur presses his face into the pillow and groans. It's not going to be long or anything — he was already leaking a bit of precum — and he's not going to attempt to stretch it out at all. His fingers dig into Eames' hip.]

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[Eames hums and cranes his neck to press a kiss to Arthur's cheek, pumping his hand steadily.]

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[Arthur steadily lets out soft moans and whimpers, coming quickly into Eames' hand with a shudder of his stomach and hips.]

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[Ah, good. Eames wipes his hand off on the sheet and then puts his arm back around Arthur. They can go back to cuddling now right.]

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[Oh he's being held again. He doesn't have anything to do today so another hour of sleep can't actually hurt right? Right. That's easier than trying to convince Eames to let him go, honestly.]

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[Good. He'd let Arthur get up if he said he wanted to, but he hasn't so Eames takes it as a sign that Arthur wants to stay here all morning.]

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[Well Arthur's going back to sleep. Orgasms will do that to a man.]

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[Eames is happy with that. He gives Arthur another quick kiss and settles in to get another hour or two.]

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[Arthur will easily sleep until Eames decides it's time to wake up. He just feels so good and taken care of under Eames' arm and coffee and breakfast can wait.]

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[Eames does eventually wake up again after an hour or so, though he doesn't wake Arthur up. He's much too worn out to change back though, so he grabs one of Arthur's T-shirts and takes a detour to the bathroom before he heads downstairs to put on some coffee.]

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[Arthur drags himself out of bed about twenty minutes later, wandering into the bathroom just to get less.. covered in gunk, and then he pulls on some underwear and heads downstairs to find Eames.]

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[Eames is sitting by the window with his coffee, idly scrolling through his phone. It's very picturesque, the late morning sun on him as he sits in Arthur's shirt with his hair slightly tousled. Legs up on the seats, crossed at the ankles, very cosy and relaxed.]

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[Arthur smiles at what a lovely sight Eames is right now, pouring some coffee for himself and coming over to gently brush some hair away from Eames' face.]

Morning, gorgeous.

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[Eames looks up at Arthur with a broad grin.]

"Morning, gorgeous" to you too.

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[Arthur smiles, so charmed by this beautiful man.]

Can I make you breakfast?

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I'd love that.

[He's still grinning. What a sweet and handsome boyfriend he has.]

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[Arthur leans down to give Eames a quick kiss, then turns to the fridge so he can start looking at what they have. He ends up taking out a carton of eggs and some bacon, then finding a couple pans to start cooking.]

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[Eames is absolutely putting his phone down to watch Arthur cook because he's just so smitten with this man today.]

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[He's still pretty sluggish, pausing to sip his coffee as he goes. Too tired to make much conversation.]