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... )
He's starting to contemplate how long it would take to get everything back to a comfortable level when he hears a slight cough behind him. Arthur doesn't even turn to look, just grabs the scissors he'd brought in the bathroom with him and starts trimming carefully.
"If you wanted to watch, Eames, all you had to do was say so," Arthur says between snips.
"I hardly want to watch, darling," Eames growls, voice low and gravelly. Arthur freezes momentarily before continuing his task, trying to appear unaffected. His stomach is swooping, turning, flipping wildly.
It's not like he and Eames didn't spend the better part of last night fucking their brains out, Eames pressing him into the bed, then Arthur tying Eames' hands behind his back and fucking him mercilessly. It had been months since they'd last seen each other and who knew how long it would be this time? Arthur wasn't going to miss his chance to get his hands (and assorted other body parts) on Eames for what may be the last time this year.
"What, you want to trim my pubic hair for me?" Arthur asks with a smirk. Eames comes into his vision, one hand curling around Arthur's hip, the other reaching for the scissors.
"Hardly," he repeats. "Have you ever thought about going bald, darling?" Eames' mouth is on Arthur's neck as he lightly tosses the scissors away, laying his now empty hand against Arthur's side. His touch practically burns Arthur's skin. Arthur couldn't prevent the moan that escapes if he tried.
"I was just considering waxing," Arthur replies, breath hitching a bit as Eames sucks a bruise to life just below his ear. "Bu-but I hear that's painful."
"Let me." Eames' voice is barely more than a whisper against Arthur's skin. All he can do is nod in response. Dear god, if Eames is going to wax him...
But no, Eames positions Arthur against the free side of the vanity, dragging a chair in from the main room to sit on and prop Arthur's feet against his knees. Arthur has a flash of self-consciousness at having everything so blatantly on display, but Eames is looking at him with almost scientific interest, like he's trying to forge Arthur's cock or something. Arthur's about to ask what he's up to when Eames reaches across and grabs the razor. His eyes go wide at the prospect of something that sharp so close to what are arguably his most important bits, but Eames is careful, has never been anything less than perfectly careful with Arthur.
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Im glad someone else appreciates the hair/shaving kinks as well.
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