Inception Kink Fest
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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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?
♥ Inception Kink Fest ♥You can ( Read more... )
The job comes and goes without problem.
Not that Eames is paying any attention, since his mind is stuck on Arthur and fucking him without a condom. It's a broken record that plays through Eames' head, tormenting him and throughly making him miserable.
Arthur, being the complete psycho that he prides himself on being, is enjoying Eames' torture.
They're fucking is nothing short of animalistic. Eames has more bruises on his body than the time he spent in that prison in Syria. Arthur-shaped bruises, bite-marks and his stupid smirk are burned into Eames' brain.
It's probably the best sex he's had in his life.
<3<3<3
Eames spends two weeks, blissfully undistracted, after the job. They have to split up for a bit and Arthur goes off to do whatever it is he does when he's alone after a job. Eames goes to the casinos, drinks his way through a couple of days and comes out a better man.
After the first week, a bottle of lube is delivered to Eames hotel with a black ribbon tied to the top. There is no note but Eames can picture Arthur's face, curled up in a smile and he's suddenly assaulted by Arthur's words, thick with arousal and want.
get off on tasting your come in my ass and once you've eaten it all, you'll just fill me up again...
Eames comes all over his trousers, not even patient enough to get his kit off.
Instead of calling Arthur for spectacular but undoubtably torturous phone sex, Eames snarls in the mirror and vows to get his shit together. Not thinking about Arthur and his perfect arse is not difficult. He just has to put his mind to it.
He throws his phone in the river, joins an illegal boxing ring and beats out his frustrations.
Three months of monogamy is a small price to pay for Arthur's bare arse but it's not easy. Eames has to steal a passive three days in because his dick is raw from wanking. Out of spite, he forges Arthur and fucks as many twinks as possible.
It isn't satisfying at all.
<3<3<3
When he gets to their flat in Barcelona, he fucks Arthur against the door with his trousers and pants around his ankles. Arthur laughs on his condom-covered cock, huffs out tiny little chuckles at Eames' desperation.
"I want it so badly," Eames sobs into Arthur's neck, pumping his cock into Arthur's arse so roughly that it lifts him off the ground with each thrust. "I need it, need to fuck you and fill you up and Christ, Arthur."
Eames comes first, growling and begging into Arthur's neck. Eames isn't even soft yet when Arthur slips to his knees and pulls off the condom to suck at Eames' too sensitive prick, licking at the come-slick head until Eames is hard enough to want Arthur again.
Arthur is the only man in the world who can smirk with a cock in his mouth.
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WHERE DID ALL MY SHORT-FIC MOJO GO?
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