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: Sparks of Lust

[enchantress0223]

Reposted because I am LJ retarded and didn't double space.

Arthur can hear his own breath, focuses on it and the feel of his chest rising and falling. He keeps his eyes closed because it’s better that way. It’s better if he can’t see when it’s coming or which attachment Eames is using. There is the slight sensation, more a suggestion, of cool glass and then Arthur jerks, chest arching as the hot spiky energy of the violet wand courses down his side. The head Eames has chosen is oblong, but without points or arms. It glides across his skin, causing his body to arc in a ripple as it flows from ribs to hip to thigh. The sensation is strongest at the point of contact, but Arthur can still feel the lingering burn when the wand has passed.

He lets out a whining moan and drums his heels on the table as much as he can. They were secured down so that he doesn’t kick Eames in the face because after that first time, they’d realized that Arthur wasn’t always in control of his movements when the shock took over. Everything was fuzzy, thoughts dark around the edges when Eames stopped. It was only momentarily, Arthur could here the click and shift as his partner changed heads and settings.

When Eames came back to his body, Arthur felt the sharp prick of a Wartenberg wheel, the sharp metal points leaving red dots as they conducted the electricity to his skin. Later, Eames would trace all of those little spots with his fingers as though he was following a path or drawing the pattern in a children’s activity book. Arthur would be able to feel the lingering itch as though his skin had become too tight in just those places where the electricity had left its mark. Right now though, right now there was the prick and the burn and the jolt, a thousand tiny nerves screaming at the sudden stimulation. Right now it was wonderful.

Arthur started to laugh as Eames moved the wheel up his calves and to the inside of his thighs. It wasn’t a controlled laugh, and it wasn’t one of jest or joy. It was an uncontrolled sound, one wrung out of him by the constant firing and misfiring of nerves and the continual flow of electricity across sensitive skin. He hated that he laughed so freely, but between the pain, the tingling after shocks, and the endorphin rush Arthur couldn’t help it.
The whole episode may have been minutes or hours, he couldn’t tell. Everything was blurred, yet somehow sharper like someone had drawn the outlines around constellations or clouds so that you could see exactly what they were seeing. The soft hum of the violet wand still permeated the otherwise quiet room. Quiet except for the sounds of Arthur’s panting and the slide of his sweaty skin across the surface of the table. Still on, still more to go, but Arthur knew that Eames was winding down.

Soft fingers began to trace over his body, but as Eames turned up the wand again, Arthur could feel the warm rumble of shocking energy flowing from the body contact out through Eames fingers and into his body. Eames would be able to feel this as well, feel the slight jolt every time his skin touched Arthur’s. That meant that he wouldn’t turn the intensity up to anywhere near where Arthur liked it, but that was ok. Now, was the time when Eames explored the skin under his fingers, massaging gently against the raised and reddened flesh. Now, Arthur could relax back into the surface of the table and let his lover take care of him.