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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Eames finally captures Arthur's mouth with his own and the fingers venture downwards, gently but steadily, middlefinger circling his asshole as the other fingers pry his butt cheeks open. Eames hikes his leg over Arthur's hip to help the intrusion, tries to push down onto the finger that refuses to breach him.
Eames frees his mouth long enough to question the reluctance but the look on Arthur's face make the words catch in his throat. Lust-addled, Arthur's beauty is gut-wrenching, his sharp features thrown into relief by the feral look in his eyes, the intensity with which he looks at Eames making the breath stutter out of him, the sheer hunger belying the soft caress of his fingers on Eames's puffy, abused lips, the gentle prodding on his twitching asshole.
Slowly, Eames wets his lips, tongue flicking against the tip of Arthur's fingers before sucking them into his mouth, tongue swirling against the sensitive pads, cheeks hollowing around the digits just like he'd do around Arthur's beautiful cock, laving it with saliva before liberating them with a slurp, a small, wet sound that makes Arthur's eyes darken.
He pushes Eames flat on the mattress, settling between his legs before inserting the wet digits into Eames's waiting hole, pushing against the resistance, eyes flicking between Eames's ass and his face.
Eames is tempted to throw an arm on his face and close his eyes the better to focus on the way Arthur's fingers, Arthur's, twist and prod inside him, fingering him just so that his breath catches every now and then, but he wants to soak in Arthur's face, the focus, ravenous look he sports as he finger-fucks him, slow and hard until Eames's squirming, small noises escaping him despite his best efforts.
But then, then Arthur's cock nudges his hole, the fat head stretching the ring of muscle tighter than the fingers did, Eames trying to focus on his breathing, pushing down, pressing one ankle against Arthur's back to encourage him, hands gripping the bed tightly against the slow, intensifying burn slowly spreading. In one smooth slide Arthur forces his way in, Eames's mouth opening in a soundless moan, and then he starts moving, and the pain of the burn recedes against the friction that edges its way into burning pleasure, sweat easing the slide as Arthur rocks the bed as he pounds into Eames.
Eames's found his voice and lets broken moans every time he regains enough breath to do so, soon meeting every thrust, pushing down in rhythm, panting wetly and feeling the wetness on his lashes as Arthur lets whispers hoarsely in his ear, streams of filth that make him beg for his touch.
He comes with a shout, arching off the bed with the force of his orgasm, eyes closed so tightly as to see stars, Arthur's come filling him.
He's not fully cognizant yet when he feels a warm touch on his sore arse. He mumbles what he guesses is supposed to be a question, hears something like tired laughter before wetness descends on his abused asshole and soft, soft touches caress and clean it. He's not aware he's humming contentedly before Arthur slides up against him and inserts himself into the circle of his arms, reverberating the sound.
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FAIL! WHY SO SAPPY! Idk why the angry sex turned so mushy, I'll blame the late/early hour. If anyone wants to write a more appropriate comment!fic, I'd love them forever! With sex against the wall or people getting bent over sofas/desk for example! :D
also,years of using LJ and I finally figure out tonight that the window for comments can be extended \o/
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And lol, I'm relieved I wasn't alone in my ignorance! :3
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