Fic: Sweet Talk
Sweet Talk
Written for Inception Bingo.
The prompt: exposure.
Wordcount: 1010
Arthur lets his keys jangle as he turns the lock, half-hoping that when the door swings open, Eames will have heard and be behind it.
No such luck.
Arthur opens the door to a quiet, empty living room. He hangs his jacket up in the entryway and rolls his suitcase towards the bedroom, not bothering to be quiet about it. As expected, Eames is inside, snoring away.
Huffing a sigh that's half-disappointment and half-annoyance, Arthur pauses.
It's only been a few weeks away, but Arthur still finds himself taking in Eames' naked sprawl eagerly. He's spread eagle across the entire mattress, half under and half on top of the covers-something which drives Arthur crazy when they have to share a bed, but seems reassuringly familiar, now.
Eames is also naked, showing off the progress he's made with his personal trainer. Even without the additional muscle, he's always been jerk-off hot, two parts model gorgeous, one part porn star obscenity.
Arthur walks to the bed and runs his fingertips along the appealingly broad width of Eames' hairy chest, over his lovely defined pectorals, and down his sweet, soft dick. Eames is definitely awake now, stretching to draw attention to the flex of his upper arms, preening under Arthur's attention.
"I meant to stay up," Eames says, voice creaky with sleep. "Flight delay?"
"Some kind of accident at the airport created a bottleneck of planes waiting to land." Arthur sits, mattress dipping slightly and causing Eames' hip to bump against his. "We were circling in the air waiting for a runaway almost three hours."
Eames rolls onto his front, ass raised and legs spread. He glances over his shoulder, smirking and fond. "Welcome home."
Arthur cups the Eames' heel, his pale calf, rubs his hand up the tender skin of Eames' thigh. He lays kisses all over the curves of Eames' ass, re-familiarizing himself with the taste, the scent of Eames' skin. He nuzzles along the cleft, takes Eames' cheeks in both hands to spread and dive in. Arthur eats Eames out until his tongue tires, Eames humming with pleasure underneath.
Eames sits up and urges Arthur onto his back, running a hot palm down Arthur's abdomen to flick open his fly. Eames pushes Arthur's trousers and underwear down to his knees before leaning forward for a lick. He stares up at Arthur as he does, one hand wrapped around the base while the other plays with the balls, just the way Arthur likes.
Arthur fights his way out of his button-down, makes it to his undershirt before Eames sinks down to deepthroat him. "Holy shit," Arthur moans, because it's been a while. Arthur fucked a few other people while he was away, but most one night stands barely suck around the head, too intimidated by the size to try to take the whole thing down. The corners of Eames' eyes crinkle as he smirks up at Arthur, bobbing slowly.
"Keep that up and I'm going to come," Arthur says, brushing the hair back from Eames' eyes. "You want it down your throat, baby? Or do you want me to fuck you?"
Eames pulls off with a wet pop and swollen red lips. He swipes the back of his hand across his mouth and climbs up to straddle Arthur's hips. "Me first."
Arthur chuckles as he reaches for a condom on the nightstand. "I'll try, but I don't know how long I can last if you want to draw it out."
Eames slicks himself and quirks an eyebrow. "Missed me?"
Arthur stills Eames with a touch to his jaw. "You know I always do."
Eames leans in for a kiss that's almost tender as he sits on Arthur's cock. "I never get tired of hearing it."
Arthur begins to rock gently inside Eames, savoring the tiny noises he makes. "You like this?"
"Yes." Eames plants a hand in the middle of Arthur's chest as he begins to roll his hips, riding in a way that's truly distracting. "It feels so huge inside me, like it barely fits."
Arthur flushes, because Eames has a knowing smirk on as he coos at Arthur about his big cock, proclaiming it the biggest he's ever had. It's ridiculous, and it might not even be true, but Arthur likes it all the same and Eames knows it.
Arthur leans forward to kiss that insolent mouth. "Sweet talker."
"You love it," Eames replies. Arthur never thought he'd fall for someone so constantly smug and begin to find it-endearing.
Arthur puts his hand on Eames' cock, urges him to come with breathless whispers about how gorgeous Eames is, how he always forgets when he goes away, how he loves waking Eames up with his tongue and cock. Eames arches his back in orgasm, spectacular tits for Arthur to suck and bite.
Arthur gets so caught up in savoring Eames' pleasure-wracked body that he forgets, for a few minutes, about his own. Until Eames nuzzles his sweat-dampened nose against Arthur's cheek and murmurs, "Don't make me wait, darling, I want to see it, I want to feel you come inside me-"
Arthur groans, bucks up, and comes gracelessly. Eames kisses him through it, murmurs jumbled nonsense like, "Missed you, missing seeing you and hearing you and feeling you, you mad, beautiful man."
Afterwards, they collapse in a sweaty heap, too sleepy to move or do anything besides kiss aimlessly.
"I think about you all the time," Arthur confesses, awkward and foolish. "Including when I'm fucking other people."
The corners of Eames' eyes crinkle up as he smiles at Arthur, ever amused. "It's a favorable comparison, I hope?"
"You're the hottest piece of ass I've ever had," Arthur says bluntly, because it's true. Even if it weren't, he might say it anyway, to feel Eames beam at him. "I couldn't come up with someone like you in a dream."
"Good thing we have reality then, hm?" Eames repositions himself in a more comfortable position, draped over Arthur's chest, cheek to cheek. "Lucky you."
"Lucky me," Arthur agrees.
fin
ForeplayHurt/comfort Reincarnation Beloved enemies Bedsharing
Erotic torture Regency AUMultiple orgasms First time/last timeSex under the influence
Animal transformation Magical AU Medical fetishisationIntoxication and altered states Time travel
Exposure PiningConfessions Anti-heroesDiscomfort during sex
Exhibitionism Cybersex Deathfic GenderbendHeroic gestures
Written for Inception Bingo.
The prompt: exposure.
Wordcount: 1010
Arthur lets his keys jangle as he turns the lock, half-hoping that when the door swings open, Eames will have heard and be behind it.
No such luck.
Arthur opens the door to a quiet, empty living room. He hangs his jacket up in the entryway and rolls his suitcase towards the bedroom, not bothering to be quiet about it. As expected, Eames is inside, snoring away.
Huffing a sigh that's half-disappointment and half-annoyance, Arthur pauses.
It's only been a few weeks away, but Arthur still finds himself taking in Eames' naked sprawl eagerly. He's spread eagle across the entire mattress, half under and half on top of the covers-something which drives Arthur crazy when they have to share a bed, but seems reassuringly familiar, now.
Eames is also naked, showing off the progress he's made with his personal trainer. Even without the additional muscle, he's always been jerk-off hot, two parts model gorgeous, one part porn star obscenity.
Arthur walks to the bed and runs his fingertips along the appealingly broad width of Eames' hairy chest, over his lovely defined pectorals, and down his sweet, soft dick. Eames is definitely awake now, stretching to draw attention to the flex of his upper arms, preening under Arthur's attention.
"I meant to stay up," Eames says, voice creaky with sleep. "Flight delay?"
"Some kind of accident at the airport created a bottleneck of planes waiting to land." Arthur sits, mattress dipping slightly and causing Eames' hip to bump against his. "We were circling in the air waiting for a runaway almost three hours."
Eames rolls onto his front, ass raised and legs spread. He glances over his shoulder, smirking and fond. "Welcome home."
Arthur cups the Eames' heel, his pale calf, rubs his hand up the tender skin of Eames' thigh. He lays kisses all over the curves of Eames' ass, re-familiarizing himself with the taste, the scent of Eames' skin. He nuzzles along the cleft, takes Eames' cheeks in both hands to spread and dive in. Arthur eats Eames out until his tongue tires, Eames humming with pleasure underneath.
Eames sits up and urges Arthur onto his back, running a hot palm down Arthur's abdomen to flick open his fly. Eames pushes Arthur's trousers and underwear down to his knees before leaning forward for a lick. He stares up at Arthur as he does, one hand wrapped around the base while the other plays with the balls, just the way Arthur likes.
Arthur fights his way out of his button-down, makes it to his undershirt before Eames sinks down to deepthroat him. "Holy shit," Arthur moans, because it's been a while. Arthur fucked a few other people while he was away, but most one night stands barely suck around the head, too intimidated by the size to try to take the whole thing down. The corners of Eames' eyes crinkle as he smirks up at Arthur, bobbing slowly.
"Keep that up and I'm going to come," Arthur says, brushing the hair back from Eames' eyes. "You want it down your throat, baby? Or do you want me to fuck you?"
Eames pulls off with a wet pop and swollen red lips. He swipes the back of his hand across his mouth and climbs up to straddle Arthur's hips. "Me first."
Arthur chuckles as he reaches for a condom on the nightstand. "I'll try, but I don't know how long I can last if you want to draw it out."
Eames slicks himself and quirks an eyebrow. "Missed me?"
Arthur stills Eames with a touch to his jaw. "You know I always do."
Eames leans in for a kiss that's almost tender as he sits on Arthur's cock. "I never get tired of hearing it."
Arthur begins to rock gently inside Eames, savoring the tiny noises he makes. "You like this?"
"Yes." Eames plants a hand in the middle of Arthur's chest as he begins to roll his hips, riding in a way that's truly distracting. "It feels so huge inside me, like it barely fits."
Arthur flushes, because Eames has a knowing smirk on as he coos at Arthur about his big cock, proclaiming it the biggest he's ever had. It's ridiculous, and it might not even be true, but Arthur likes it all the same and Eames knows it.
Arthur leans forward to kiss that insolent mouth. "Sweet talker."
"You love it," Eames replies. Arthur never thought he'd fall for someone so constantly smug and begin to find it-endearing.
Arthur puts his hand on Eames' cock, urges him to come with breathless whispers about how gorgeous Eames is, how he always forgets when he goes away, how he loves waking Eames up with his tongue and cock. Eames arches his back in orgasm, spectacular tits for Arthur to suck and bite.
Arthur gets so caught up in savoring Eames' pleasure-wracked body that he forgets, for a few minutes, about his own. Until Eames nuzzles his sweat-dampened nose against Arthur's cheek and murmurs, "Don't make me wait, darling, I want to see it, I want to feel you come inside me-"
Arthur groans, bucks up, and comes gracelessly. Eames kisses him through it, murmurs jumbled nonsense like, "Missed you, missing seeing you and hearing you and feeling you, you mad, beautiful man."
Afterwards, they collapse in a sweaty heap, too sleepy to move or do anything besides kiss aimlessly.
"I think about you all the time," Arthur confesses, awkward and foolish. "Including when I'm fucking other people."
The corners of Eames' eyes crinkle up as he smiles at Arthur, ever amused. "It's a favorable comparison, I hope?"
"You're the hottest piece of ass I've ever had," Arthur says bluntly, because it's true. Even if it weren't, he might say it anyway, to feel Eames beam at him. "I couldn't come up with someone like you in a dream."
"Good thing we have reality then, hm?" Eames repositions himself in a more comfortable position, draped over Arthur's chest, cheek to cheek. "Lucky you."
"Lucky me," Arthur agrees.
fin
ForeplayHurt/comfort Reincarnation Beloved enemies Bedsharing
Erotic torture Regency AUMultiple orgasms First time/last timeSex under the influence
Animal transformation Magical AU Medical fetishisationIntoxication and altered states Time travel
Exposure PiningConfessions Anti-heroesDiscomfort during sex
Exhibitionism Cybersex Deathfic GenderbendHeroic gestures