Inception Kink Fest

[cherrybina]

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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Re: Arthur/Eames, D/s, rimming, bondage, aftercare [2/?]

[bohemeyourself]

“Arthur,” Eames purrs against his ear, grinding his hips against Arthur’s arse. Arthur grunts and kicks out, taking them both to the floor. They tussle for a bit, and Arthur finally gives in when Eames pins him down, hands pinning his wrists to the floor. He relaxes under him, looking up at Eames with dark eyes. Eames kisses him then, because he can, and Arthur just melts into the hardwood like he could stay there all night.

“Your safe word?” Eames asks. Arthur tells him, and Eames stands then, pulling Arthur to his feet with him. He kisses Arthur again, loving the way he relaxes into Eames’ touch like a man starved.

“Now darling, as much as I love your arse in those trousers, they need to go.” Eames crosses the room in large strides, folding himself into the plush wingbacked armchair in the corner. “Strip for me, love.”

Arthur takes his time, untying the knot in his tie, pulling it from his neck and letting it drop to the floor. The waistcoat was next, all six buttons undone with maddening slowness before Arthur let it drop off his shoulders. Once Arthur’s braces were hanging by his knees, he started on the buttons of his shirt with a coy smile. He turns his back to Eames as the shirt slides off his shoulders, wrapping it around his arms, caging them behind his back. His shoulderblades pinched together, head turned to look back at Eames, and Eames thinks about grabbing Arthur by the shirt, bending him, binding him like that. But this was Arthur’s show, so he didn’t.

Arthur gets braver as he approaches, his shirt discarded. He trails his long fingers down his chest towards the button on his trousers, the coy smile now a full blown shit-eating grin. The time Arthur takes to unzip his trousers seems like an eternity, all slow rolls of his hips, revealing himself slowly to Eames. Arthur finally let his trousers fall to the floor, stepping out of them, stepping towards Eames, and Eames can’t stand it anymore. He stands and crosses to Arthur, one hand around his waist, the other taking his jaw to kiss him softly.

“That was good, darling, so good,” Eames praised. He trailed a hand between them to cup Arthur’s cock through his briefs. The soft grey was already damp where he had been leaking. Eames groaned as Arthur whined, hips pushing into Eames’ hand. “All in good time, love. Down on your knees for me.” Arthur complied quickly, dropping gracefully to his knees in front of Eames, who was still fully clothed. “Good, so good, Arthur” He praised. Arthur reaches for Eames’ belt and Eames grabs his wrist. “Don’t touch.” He commands. Arthur’s hands drop quickly to his sides.

Eames stripped himself of his shirt, Arthur following every movement of his hands as he unclasped his belt and let his trousers drop to the floor. Arthur bit his lip as Eames stepped out of them, clasping his hands behind his back so as to not reach for him, or touch himself.

“God, you look so beautiful,” Eames reaches out and cards a hand through Arthur’s hair, the other hand pulling himself out of his boxers. Eames takes Arthur’s jaw and tilts his head up, Arthur meets his gaze steadily.

“Open up for me, darling.” Arthur’s eyes glaze over as his lips part slowly, and god yes, right there. Arthur’s cheeks are still flushed, his lips full and bright red from Eames’ earlier attention. Eames pauses to swipe his thumb over the swell of Arthur’s bottom lip, before he’s guiding his cock into Arthur’s waiting mouth.

The wet heat of Arthur’s mouth closes around the head of his cock and Eames groans, fighting the urge to buck into that delicious warmth before Arthur is ready. He keeps one hand on Arthur’s jaw, but only to maintain contact as Arthur takes Eames further into his mouth. Arthur slides down as far as he can go, hollowing his cheeks as he pulls back again. He starts a slow rhythm, pushing and pulling with his mouth, his hands still clasped behind his back.

[bohemeyourself]

Just found this today. After all this time.

Would love it if you'd clean it up, stay in one tense and post it as a one-shot somewhere like on Ao3?