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... )
Arthur curls up under the sheets, lazy and still quite blissed out. Eames orders room service, and then goes to retrieve Arthur’s essentials while they’re waiting for the food. Arthur’s room looks exactly as Eames had imagined it, displaying Arthur’s penchant for order and neatness. He picks up Arthur’s pajama bottoms from where they’re folded at the foot of the bed, a fresh undershirt and pants, and his toothbrush and shaving kit from the bathroom.
When he gets back, Arthur has turned on the tv, flipping through the channels as he lounges starfish-shaped across Eames’ bed. Arthur looks up at him and smiles, but makes no move for his clothes. If Arthur wants to lounge around naked, Eames isn’t going to protest.
Conversation turns to the job when the food arrives. “Jackie has standing reservations at the club three nights a week, do you know anything else about her schedule with Johnson yet?”
“I never knew anything about her having reservations with the club.” Eames raises a skeptical brow. “How did you find that out?”
Arthur shrugs. “Just knew. I’m really glad you decided to follow her in, though.”
“You devious little shit! You were waiting for me!” Eames tackles Arthur onto the bed, Arthur giggling the whole way.
“Yeah, and you showed up. I think this is a win for all parties involved, Eames.”
“Hmm, I guess you’re right.” Eames pushes down on all the places his body is pinning Arthur under him just to feel Arthur respond. “What would you have done if I hadn’t shown up?”
“Had a drink, maybe danced a bit. Then back home to jerk off and make arrangements to go to the shooting range.”
Eames laughs. “I guess you’re lucky I showed up then,” He’s rutting against Arthur now, who seems to be enjoying the attention very much. They’re both hard, moving against one another slowly. Eames kisses Arthur, then, mouthing at his neck and chest as he brings them off with one hand around the both of them.
Arthur is dozing when Eames returns from the bathroom with a warm, wet cloth. Eames wipes him clean and then curls around him, one hand on his chest to feel his breaths, slowly in and out. Eames thinks that Arthur might be asleep, but then he speaks. “Eames, thank you.” He whispers.
“Whatever for, darling?”
“For taking care of me,” Arthur turns to face him, reaching out and curling their fingers together between them. “For being there when I need you.” Arthur’s smiling at him, through the sleep that’s weighing him down, his dimples making a rare appearance.
Eames smiles at him in return. “Anytime.”
-End-
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