consumed with what's to transpire [Arthur/Eames, Inception, NC-17] 3/4sometimesalwaysDecember 6 2010, 02:58:23 UTC
He does, but it’s only to drop to his knees again on the floor and suck you in hard and fast and even though his mouth is possibly the best thing to exist, you want to feel his skin -- you want him all over you. “You taste so fucking good, do you know that?” Eames breathes against the base of your dick and licks down to your balls again. “Your cock. And your arse, bloody hell Arthur, your arse,” and then he’s inside you again and you push against his mouth and sob out moan after moan.
You refuse to come like this so you pull back, sit up, and grab roughly at his arms until he’s level with your face. “You’re gonna make me come, you asshole,” and take his lips in a harsh kiss, tasting yourself. He bites your lower lip and licks at you open mouthed and teasing and says, “S’the point.”
“Not yet,” you breathe and pull him down on top of you, finally feeling the slick heat of his skin and the weight of his cock as it presses against insistently against your own, creating unbelievable friction. You palm his ass and squeeze, experimentally. His hips stutter against yours and you feel his cheeks clench.
“Arthur,” sighs Eames, “do that some more,” and sucks hard at your neck, his teeth biting and his lips soothing. You grab onto him with both hands and squeeze his ass hard, rocking his body against yours. You let your fingernails dig in slightly and he hisses.
“Yeah, oh yeah,” he whispers and bites down hard at the juncture of your neck and shoulder blade. You rotate your hips beneath his weight and gasp as your dicks press tighter together, slipping and sliding and hot like a fucking furnace between you. You scratch along his ass and he moans louder with each touch. Given his reaction to your fingernails, you try something else.
Eames’ body jolts against you at the slap. “Oh you brilliant man, don’t you stop,” he exclaims. Eames starts rutting against you in earnest and then he bends his neck to pull your nipple into his mouth and you’re amazed that you have the capability to quip, “So that’s all it takes for me to be brilliant, eh?”
“No comment,” Eames mumbles, and you slap him again, just hard enough to sting. Eames lets loose a sob of pleasure; your bodies push together tighter with each slap and grip of his flesh. Eames’ breathing has grown shallow and he’s flicking at your nipple with his tongue at lightening speed. You hazily realize the pace of your hips has turned frantic and you’re almost gone.
“Fuck, Arthur,” he moans and licks up your neck, suckling open-mouthed at your jaw line. “Want to shag you but I can’t stop,” he sounds utterly frustrated; you share his pain. Because fucking would mean searching for condoms and lube you’re not even sure you have and preparation and too much fucking time when your bodies are thrumming with impending orgasm and your cocks are leaking and it all just feels too good to cease.
“Later,” you pant against his lips. “Later I’ll let you fuck me into the mattress,” and then you hook your ankle around his thigh and thrust against him with abandon. He’s still saying, “oh my god,” from your previous words that he doesn’t realize you’re throwing your head back and coming until you say, “now, Eames, please.” And then he’s all over you: his tongue in your mouth and his thumbs indenting against your hips and fuck, pushing you into the mattress and fucking against you like he wants to inside you and you shout as you climax. Eames’ hips jerk, once, twice and he’s still kissing you, licking deep into your mouth and fucking you with his tongue while moaning softly and grabbing your hand in his that’s still holding onto his ass and he just squeezes your palm in wild spasms. You feel the heat of his cum mix with yours against your stomach and when he finally releases your mouth, you say his name like a mantra.
“Mmm. Arthur,” he says, nuzzling at your neck. You realize you might have been saying his name simply to hear yours again in return.
consumed with what's to transpire [Arthur/Eames, Inception, NC-17] 4/4sometimesalwaysDecember 6 2010, 02:59:39 UTC
He’s kind of suffocating you now and your stomach is a mess and you’re feeling claustrophobic. You’re about to shove him away; after all, this is a king size bed, but he moves first. Down your body, and, jesus christ, he laps at your skin, licking you clean.
“You’re full of surprises, Mr. Eames.”
He kisses your stomach, tenderly, and it makes you take pause for a second, before he looks up at you again, through hooded eyes. “Have I impressed you again, darling?’ His tone is dry and you snort.
“No comment,” you grin.
He drags his tongue and lower lip up your body, never taking his eyes off you, and your belly quivers. “What if I make out with you until I’m ready to fuck you ... would that surprise you?”
It rather would, actually. You assumed Eames would either fall asleep or take a shower, or both. Eames wanting to still kiss and touch you right away wasn’t something you calculated.
He’s hovering over your face now, and you reach out to touch lips that put Angelina Jolie to shame. “Only if you don’t do it,” you reply, not willing to give him the satisfaction.
He looks down at you, eyes clear, and leans in slowly. Your lips part in anticipation and when his lips descend, the kiss is soft, gentle, and fucking incredible. You close your eyes and sigh into it.
“Oh, I’ll do this and so much more,” and then Eames takes your mouth again, and kisses you so languidly and sensually that you realize you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into with this man and honestly don’t care. You wrap your arms around his back, angling your face upward, and decide to lose yourself in something tangible.
You can feel him smile against your lips as if he knows. Then again, he probably does.
You refuse to come like this so you pull back, sit up, and grab roughly at his arms until he’s level with your face. “You’re gonna make me come, you asshole,” and take his lips in a harsh kiss, tasting yourself. He bites your lower lip and licks at you open mouthed and teasing and says, “S’the point.”
“Not yet,” you breathe and pull him down on top of you, finally feeling the slick heat of his skin and the weight of his cock as it presses against insistently against your own, creating unbelievable friction. You palm his ass and squeeze, experimentally. His hips stutter against yours and you feel his cheeks clench.
“Arthur,” sighs Eames, “do that some more,” and sucks hard at your neck, his teeth biting and his lips soothing. You grab onto him with both hands and squeeze his ass hard, rocking his body against yours. You let your fingernails dig in slightly and he hisses.
“Yeah, oh yeah,” he whispers and bites down hard at the juncture of your neck and shoulder blade. You rotate your hips beneath his weight and gasp as your dicks press tighter together, slipping and sliding and hot like a fucking furnace between you. You scratch along his ass and he moans louder with each touch. Given his reaction to your fingernails, you try something else.
Eames’ body jolts against you at the slap. “Oh you brilliant man, don’t you stop,” he exclaims. Eames starts rutting against you in earnest and then he bends his neck to pull your nipple into his mouth and you’re amazed that you have the capability to quip, “So that’s all it takes for me to be brilliant, eh?”
“No comment,” Eames mumbles, and you slap him again, just hard enough to sting. Eames lets loose a sob of pleasure; your bodies push together tighter with each slap and grip of his flesh. Eames’ breathing has grown shallow and he’s flicking at your nipple with his tongue at lightening speed. You hazily realize the pace of your hips has turned frantic and you’re almost gone.
“Fuck, Arthur,” he moans and licks up your neck, suckling open-mouthed at your jaw line. “Want to shag you but I can’t stop,” he sounds utterly frustrated; you share his pain. Because fucking would mean searching for condoms and lube you’re not even sure you have and preparation and too much fucking time when your bodies are thrumming with impending orgasm and your cocks are leaking and it all just feels too good to cease.
“Later,” you pant against his lips. “Later I’ll let you fuck me into the mattress,” and then you hook your ankle around his thigh and thrust against him with abandon. He’s still saying, “oh my god,” from your previous words that he doesn’t realize you’re throwing your head back and coming until you say, “now, Eames, please.” And then he’s all over you: his tongue in your mouth and his thumbs indenting against your hips and fuck, pushing you into the mattress and fucking against you like he wants to inside you and you shout as you climax. Eames’ hips jerk, once, twice and he’s still kissing you, licking deep into your mouth and fucking you with his tongue while moaning softly and grabbing your hand in his that’s still holding onto his ass and he just squeezes your palm in wild spasms. You feel the heat of his cum mix with yours against your stomach and when he finally releases your mouth, you say his name like a mantra.
“Mmm. Arthur,” he says, nuzzling at your neck. You realize you might have been saying his name simply to hear yours again in return.
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“You’re full of surprises, Mr. Eames.”
He kisses your stomach, tenderly, and it makes you take pause for a second, before he looks up at you again, through hooded eyes. “Have I impressed you again, darling?’ His tone is dry and you snort.
“No comment,” you grin.
He drags his tongue and lower lip up your body, never taking his eyes off you, and your belly quivers. “What if I make out with you until I’m ready to fuck you ... would that surprise you?”
It rather would, actually. You assumed Eames would either fall asleep or take a shower, or both. Eames wanting to still kiss and touch you right away wasn’t something you calculated.
He’s hovering over your face now, and you reach out to touch lips that put Angelina Jolie to shame. “Only if you don’t do it,” you reply, not willing to give him the satisfaction.
He looks down at you, eyes clear, and leans in slowly. Your lips part in anticipation and when his lips descend, the kiss is soft, gentle, and fucking incredible. You close your eyes and sigh into it.
“Oh, I’ll do this and so much more,” and then Eames takes your mouth again, and kisses you so languidly and sensually that you realize you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into with this man and honestly don’t care. You wrap your arms around his back, angling your face upward, and decide to lose yourself in something tangible.
You can feel him smile against your lips as if he knows. Then again, he probably does.
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And so long and hot, too. Well done!
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guh, this was SO DELICIOUS. YUM YUM.
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