Inception Kink Fest

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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, armpit/body odour fetish

[24_centuries]

He then peeled off his shorts and let them drop to the floor, which would normally have earned him quite the complaint from Eames; however, he had worn something a little special for Eames today. He tracked Eames's eyes with his own and delighted in them getting bigger and bigger as Arthur reached down and traced the elastic band of his jock before snapping it against his hip. Eames's cock twitched, hard, and the bead of pre-come that bad been resting at the slit finally spilled over, trailing messily down the shaft, practically begging Arthur to place his lips there and clean up the mess Eames was making. Arthur was forced to slide his hand down to roughly grab his own cock, stemming the almost primal need to just plaster himself against Eames and rut his cock against any and every inch of skin that he could, effectively branding Eames with both is sweat and his come.

Once he had himself a bit more under control, Arthur stripped off his shirt and then did a slow circle for Eames, stopping briefly to allow Eames to fully take in how the straps so perfectly hugged his cheeks. He finally took some semblance of pity on Eames - and himself, if he were being completely honest - and moved closer to the bed, stretching and bending the entire way to both work out any kinks his muscles might be forming and also to watch the way Eames's mouth completely forgot about the sweatband and just dropped, jaw hanging loose and nostrils flaring the closer Arthur got to the bed. Arthur sat down next to Eames, his hip pressed against Eames's ribs, and pulled the cloth away from Eames's mouth before reaching up to check the restraints again. He jumped a little as Eames's nose pressed against Arthur's bicep before his tongue darted out for a taste but pretended that he didn't notice and just stretched a little further to check the other wrist.

Eames's entire body surged up as Arthur's armpit passed over Eames's face, his tongue and teeth coming out, sucking and nipping, and he practically welded his face into Arthur's skin. Arthur, honestly taken more than a little by surprise, fell a little onto Eames who grunted and snorted in what could only be described as pleasure. Arthur thought the jock was his trump card today but he was always willing to improvise when the game changed. He regained his hand placement on the bed and then dragged his body up and down, torturing Eames with the slowness that he employed as Eames most certainly was whining as Arthur moved his armpit further and further away, only to return to the grunting and snorting when he returned it. Some part of Arthur wished that he could record these noises as he was sure that Eames would never own up to them while not nosing around in Arthur's underarm.

Arthur turned his head when he felt Eames flailing his legs around. He thought, at first, that he was trying to find some sort of friction to thrust against but, instead, it seemed that Eames was trying to bring his legs up to hold Arthur in place. Arthur pulled back, needing to see and not just hear what this was all doing to Eames.

"Arthur, please, darling, pleeease!"

Arthur hadn't even realized that neither of them had spoken until Eames's plea shot across the inches separating them, loud enough to fill the room. Arthur's ears tuned into the other noises in the room, then, and he heard not only Eames's ragged pants and the slight creaking of the mattress from Eames still trying to use his legs as some kind of leverage, but he also heard himself, panting harshly through his nose and he felt his cock pulsing hotly against his jock. Arthur didn't need to look down to confirm that it would be soaked through with both his sweat and pre-come and he thought about leaving Eames tied up, after they both came of course, covering his nose and mouth with the jock while Arthur went off to have a quick shower.

Eames was straining his neck up, trying to come back into contact with Arthur's skin, continuing to plead with him.