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... )
"I distinctively remember- Oh fuck," Eames pants and holds onto the sink harder, white-knuckled. "You, you were the one who-"
Arthur bites again, teeth sinking, marking. "Semantics," he says and sucks the spot where Eames' shoulder meets his neck.
The sound of slapping fills the room; Arthur's slim hips slapping against Eames' arse, thrusts unforgiving and unrelenting. Eames's damp hands are slipping, sliding on the porcelain and he scrabbles for a better grip. Arthur's palm replaces his mouth on Eames' neck, pushing, pushing Eames forward, bending him, controlling him and Eames goes, forehead resting heavily on the tap. The metal digs into his skin uncomfortably, but he doesn't care, doesn't care at all because it's Arthur fucking him like it's their last time, like their time is running out.
"Fuck," Arthur says and presses Eames down harder with every thrust.
Eames licks his chapped lips, still stinging from Arthur's sudden attack from earlier, crowding Eames against the wall with ferocity, fire in his eyes. And all it took was Eames commenting on Arthur of the badly hidden bruise in his neck, yellowing on the sides, round-shaped like an open mouth; someone else's mouth than Eames'.
“Oh fuck,” Arthur says again and Eames swears he can feel Arthur’s cock in his throat, blocking his airway because he can’t breathe properly. He’s gulping air, trying to get some air into his burning lungs and the world is blackening slowly, the rims of his vision dimming and this is it; this is why he’s had trouble with people, trouble with fucking people, other people because there’s no one quite like Arthur. This is why he has spent sleepless nights tossing and turning and fucking his own hand until he’s raw and still not getting any gratification - because of Arthur.
Because Arthur fucks Eames like it’s the last thing he’s ever doing, with dedication, with abandon and still in control of everything. Arthur fucks Eames like he’s the only one he wants to fuck, fucks Eames like Eames matters.
“Arthur-“ Eames slurs, tongue heavy in his mouth and vision sparkling in black and silver.
Arthur’s hand on his neck comes around and curls against the shape of his throat, thumb and forefinger squeezing the tendons running on both sides and Eames moans low. There is no one quite like Arthur.
Arthur leans on him, bodies in contact from legs to Eames’ shoulder blades, where Arthur rests his own head, air puffing hotly against Eames’ spine. “God, Eames,” he says, voice wrecked and his other hand follows Eames’ arm all the way to his hand, still gripping onto the sink for what it’s worth. Arthur lays his palm on top of Eames’.
“Let go,” he half-whispers and Eames does, he lets go of the side of the sink and Arthur’s hand latches onto his, fingers curling with each other seamlessly. The other hand on Eames’ throat stays still.
Arthur snaps his hips few times more and then pulls back for a beat. There are lips on Eames’ back, kisses being laid along his spine, reverent and hungry.
“I’ve missed you.” Arthur does whisper this time, the words mouthed on his sweaty skin, but he hears them nonetheless. Eames would be lying if he’d say he hasn’t missed Arthur. So he says nothing, instead he squeezes Arthur’s fingers against his own tighter, as if saying, I know.
(sorry for the shortness, i gotta run to do other stuff than write porn. life is unfair, i know.)
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