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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Arthur groans, spreading his legs wider even though he’s clearly fighting himself to do so, letting Eames lap at him and rub gentle fingers around the reddened skin. His cock is regaining interest, pushing up hopefully when Eames wraps his hand around it to stroke slowly up and down the shaft.
Arthur exhales when Eames shifts between his legs and takes the head of Arthur’s cock into his mouth, licking and suckling at it while his hand works steadily over the shaft. Arthur’s body is reluctant to respond at first, but Eames is patient, lavishing attention beneath the head and tonguing the slit until Arthur’s hips are flexing up into Eames’ grip on his cock, thrusting at an increasingly frantic pace until he finally spills over Eames’ hand and his own stomach.
Arthur appears fairly well fucked-out, so Eames makes himself comfortable on the bed and pulls Arthur against him, settling Arthur’s head on his chest where he can hear Eames’ heartbeat. They lie quietly together while their pulses settle, until the sweat has cooled enough to raise gooseflesh on bare skin.
Eames is prone to a certain amount of self-loathing after occasions such as this one, when he’s obviously been sought out and used for what he is rather than who, and the loose weight of Arthur in his arms becomes a pit in his stomach not long after the first post-coital chill sets in.
“So now you know what it’s like to fuck a werewolf,” Eames says, only a trace of the bitterness he feels creeping into his voice. “Was it everything you were hoping for?”
Arthur doesn’t answer for a long time. Finally he twists slowly, carefully onto his stomach, resting his pointed chin on Eames’ breastbone.
“Call me after the job,” he says. “If you want to.”
‘After the job’ will fall right in the middle of the lunar cycle, somewhere between waning and new. Eames shakes his head and starts to speak, but Arthur stops him with light dry fingers resting against his lips.
“After the job,” he says again.
Eames studies him, considering the faint smile lurking around the edges of Arthur’s mouth, and decides this moment might be worth a gamble.
When he leans down, Arthur meets him halfway for a kiss.
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Uhm.
Suddenly, I feel less weird about requesting this now. This was glorious, thank you. I'M VERY VERY GLAD I INTRODUCED YOU TO THIS KINK. <3
(But, now I am curious: What DID you think knotting means? XD)
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Okay, so it makes much less sense now, but before I found out it was an actual biological thing (there was a bit of youtube research last night before I wrote this) I'd never heard the term before, so I thought 'knotting' was slang for tying the knot in a marriage sense, related to the myth that wolves mate for life. I thought it was more of a soulbonding thing. My first idea for this story was a whole lot more PG-13, let me tell you. :-P
Anyway, thank you so much for requesting, and introducing, and reading and commenting! I'm glad my first attempt did not disappoint too much. :-)
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Anyway, thank you so much for reading and commenting, I am delighted that you gave it a try in spite of the werewolf angle not really being your thing. This is such awesome feedback, thank you!
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<3
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I've read quite a few bestiality fics (having started out in the HP fandom lol) and this is the first time I've read such a take on the werewolf kink. Really smart, hot piece.. I loved it!!
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Thank you so much as well for reading and leaving this lovely feedback, I'm so glad I didn't disappoint! And I appreciate all of the support. <3
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