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 [1/?]

[bohemeyourself]

damn character count D:

Eames groans, turning urgent. “Use your hands, love.” Arthur’s hands come up, one wrapping around the base of Eames’ cock, the other gripping his thigh. He goes at it, all wet heat and the pressure of his tongue on the underside of Eames’ cock. “Arthur,” Eames purrs, he’s so close. “That’s it, that’s so good.” And then he’s coming, gripping Arthur’s shoulder tight as he pulses in his mouth.

When Arthur has sucked him dry, Eames pulls him to his feet, tugging him close and licking the taste of himself from Arthur’s mouth. He kisses Arthur, because Arthur’s never this patient, just taking what Eames will give him, so he kisses Arthur until Arthur gets impatient. Arthur’s hands slip from his shoulders, down his back to grip Eames’ hips, thrusting against him. Eames holds him still, and Arthur makes a frustrated noise in his throat. “Eames,” he says, a little desperately, when it’s clear Eames isn’t letting go.

Eames removes one hand to grab Arthur’s jaw. “You’ll get what you want, if you’re good for me. Understand?” Eames usually isn’t this demanding, but this is the dynamic that they agreed upon, and he’s damned if he was going to give up the power he has over Arthur right now.

Arthur bites his lip, hesitant. He tries rocking into Eames again, but Eames has at least two stone on Arthur, so he stays still. Eames has lost the place where he had Arthur pliant in the palm of his hand. They’ve never done it like this before; they’ve been in and out of each other’s beds for years, but never had they explored any kind of dynamic like this. Eames is not ready to give it up just yet. “Now, what is it that you want, darling?”

Arthur growls, and so Eames forces him down onto his knees with an arm behind his back. “You know I can just hold you down and take what I want from you, but that’s not what I came here for. Tell me what you want, and you’ll get it, Arthur.”

“Fuck me,” Arthur’s voice is steady like a command. Arthur, stubborn even in defeat, topping from the bottom. Eames wonders if Arthur’s disobeying purely to get punished. Eames pushes on Arthur’s arm, twisting his elbow to the point of pain. Arthur arches away from him, and then back, relenting.

“Oh, come on, that’s not all you want, is it? Indulge me, pet.” Eames purrs into his ear, and Arthur hangs his head. He’s got him back.

“I want,” Arthur swallows audibly. “I want you, Eames. Shit, so much, Eames. You can hold me down, if you want, tie me up and spank me for not being good, but I want you to fuck me, Eames. Please, I want you inside me.”

Eames smiles lecherously. He lets go of Arthur’s arm, and Arthur stays put. He crosses in front of Arthur, lifting his chin to look him in the eye. “Say it again.”

“Please,” Arthur half-whispers. Eames rewards him with a kiss. Eames takes a moment to consider his options. In the middle of the room is a large padded table, made of sturdy dark oak and black leather. There’s a matching armoire along one wall. “Up you get,” Eames guides Arthur over to the table, strips him of his underwear and lays him down. “Stay put.” He orders, dropping a kiss onto Arthur’s bare hip.