Welcome to the Inception fandom Kink Fest!
This fandom puts out some seriously amazing fic on a regular basis, but I am of the opinion that there should always always ALWAYS be more kinky porn. You guys, our fandom has guns and bondage and daddy issues and dream forgery. I say it's time to bring on the kink, yes?
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"It is mine," Eames agrees, stroking one finger around Arthur's opening, "You're all mine, sweetheart."
Arthur takes a stuttering breath, arching against the touch, oversensitive. Eames grasps the end of the buzzing toy and slips it out, slowly, until it's free and Arthur is gasping at the emptiness. While Arthur struggles to keep still, Eames sits on the edge of the bed, making sure Arthur is watching as he taps his knee.
"Over my lap, love," he says, and Arthur clumsily scrambles to obey, his limbs stiff from being held in one place for so long. He lays himself out, his cock hard and leaking against Eames' trousers, making an obvious effort not to squirm into the contact, because it's Eames' show, and it's not Arthur's decision. Eames runs his hand over his ass, slipping a finger inside him, where he's slick with lube and Eames' come from earlier, messy and hot.
"Oh, oh, yes," Arthur moans, and the toy was bigger than one finger, but Arthur would take one of Eames' fingers over their biggest dildo, if he had to choose - though if he had his way, he'd get both at once.
"What do you think daddy should do with you, Arthur?" Eames asks, pulling his finger out and palming Arthur's ass roughly.
Arthur licks his lips, taking a deep breath. "Hit me."
Eames hums, drawing his hand back and giving Arthur's ass a swat, the sound barely audible over Arthur's breathing. "How's that?" he asks, kneading roughly again, soothing away a sting that's not there.
Arthur whines, pressing back, "More," he says, "Harder, daddy, please."
A little more force this time and Arthur moans, but he shakes his head still, not enough, never enough.
"More?" Eames asks, though he's already pulling his hand back. This one is harder, echoing in the high ceilings of the bedroom, leaving a palm print that turns a satisfying pink. Arthur moans with it, rocking back when Eames does it again, and Eames can feel him leaking, soaking through Eames' trousers, desperately hard.
This isn't, strictly speaking, a real punishment; Arthur likes it too much. A real punishment would be nothing, no contact, just measured, deliberate silence - and that kills Arthur, breaks him too thoroughly for Eames to be willing to use it unless there's something too serious to be ignored, something that Arthur needs to learn for himself, beyond the games. Coming home flying high on E and demanding to get fucked, that was grounds for real punishment, for a lesson in safety and self-control. Touching his cock without permission, on the other hand, is just an excuse to get bent over Eames' knee, and Eames can't fault him for stepping out of line when he begs so beautifully for the discipline.
Eames doesn't put all his strength behind his strikes, but the next few are hard enough to make Arthur choke on his breath when they hit, sobbing when the sting blooms red across his cheeks. He pushes back unsteadily, nodding encouragement, keening and shaking his head when the next smack is too light, crying out when the one that follows is harder than ever.
And he's still begging, "Please, daddy, please, harder."
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Yes yes I will nap when I get home, for porn. I WILL HOLD YOU TO THIS BTW.
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Now I want 100 more parts of this. :D
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THIS IS SO HOT IT HAS STEAMED UP MY GLASSES.
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YUM YUM YUM.
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I WAS LIKE
I'MA PROMPT THIS LIKE NO TOMORROW
AND THEN I COME HERE AND
IT'S ALREADY THERE
IN IT'S PERFECT GLORY
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Fandom and especially YOU are spoiling me beyond anything today. This is so fucking hot. NNNNGH.
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