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?
♥ Inception Kink Fest ♥You can ( Read more... )
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... )
Eames pulls his fingers free, escaping Arthur's greedy, chasing tongue. "Just four more, can you do that for me?"
Arthur nods, whispering a hoarse, "Yes," before he settles back down, raising his hips obediently, waiting to be hit. Eames takes a steadying breath as he brings his hand down again, quick and sharp, hearing the wet sob that sounds close enough to "Seven," to count. His palm tingles and burns, at least partly in sympathy, but he lands eight just as hard, and at the next, Arthur seems to lose his breath completely.
"That's nine, Arthur," Eames reminds him gently.
"Nnn, nine," Arthur gasps, his body vibrating with tension, wracked with sobs.
Eames brings his hand down one last time, and it's no softer than before, but Arthur whimpers out "Ten," as soon as it lands, like he was saving his energy for that one last push.
There's no pause - Eames doesn't leave Arthur to float in that haze of pain, instead gathering him up straight away, lifting his quivering weight and lying back on the bed, pulling Arthur on top of him, letting him cling weakly to Eames' shirt.
"Good boy, such a good boy," Eames murmurs, littering kisses over his face, his salty-wet cheeks. His hand trails down Arthur's back, where he tenses at the touch to his sore, abused skin, but draws his knees up anyway, spreading himself open and straddling Eames' hips. Eames pushes two fingers inside him. "You know what you need, don't you? Tell me, Arthur."
"Daddy," Arthur sobs, hot breath on Eames' collarbone, rocking back to get the fingers deeper.
"Tell me what you need, sweetheart, you can do it."
"You," Arthur says, slurring the word into Eames' skin, on the edge of that fog that he'd lose himself in if Eames wasn't here to hold onto him. "Just you, anything, please."
Eames kisses the top of his head and presses in a third finger, stretching rough and fast, the way Arthur likes it. "You're all I need too, Arthur," he whispers, feeling Arthur tighten at the words. "Do you want me to fuck you?"
Arthur moans, "Yes, daddy."
"You're already wet for me," Eames tells him, his fingers slippery when he slides them out, slicked with his own come from hours before. He circles Arthur's entrance, then pushes back in roughly, "Do you want daddy to come inside you again?"
"Yes, daddy, please," Arthur breathes, nodding against Eames' chest.
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i... jesus, just continue please...
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