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... )
The younger man moans, pressing back slightly as he bites down on his lower lip. “Yeah, just--just like that,” he murmurs, one hand trailing down to fondle his cock.
Losing patience quick, Eames adds a second finger, and then a third, stretching out the other man. He swiftly lubes his cock and then he's pressing himself inside, inch by agonizing inch, filling Arthur to the brim. Arthur who is all slick and hot, surrounding him in perfect, tight heat.
“God, you feel perfect,” Eames groans as he can't resist thrusting up. He leans up to kiss Arthur as the younger man slides his legs and hooks his ankles around Eames' thighs, drawing him in even further.
“Like that?” he asks, as he fucks Arthur with deep, long strokes, pulling out almost the entire way before slamming back in. “Do you like the feel of me fucking you open...fucking you raw? I bet you can feel every inch,” he says, before catching Arthur's lips again, tasting, taking, owning.
Arthur bites back a whimper, heat and sensation and craving and want--want--want crawling up his spine, leaving him panting, breath laboured and stilted. He plasters his body against Eames, hands sliding down the older man's back, cupping his ass, squeezing and kneading.
Just when Eames thinks he can't stand it anymore, Arthur pushes against him. “Wait...wait. Eames,” he pants, feeling Eames' dick fall out and missing the fullness already. “I want. I want--” And then he's flipped their positions, shoving Eames down, shoving him onto his back and straddling his hips, their sweat-slick skin and limbs sliding against each other.
“Oh fuck me,” Eames groans, as he realizes exactly what Arthur wants. Then all coherent thought and action is lost as Arthur takes a hold of Eames' cock, giving it a teasing stroke, fingers running up and down the hard length before he guides it back into his body.
He sinks down slowly, impaling himself bit by bit on that rigid length, breath shuddering as he feels Eames' thick cock stretching him wide open. From this angle, he feels so full, almost too full. Eames thrusts up just as he presses himself down, hitting that little bundle of nerves. Arthur lets out a choked cry, slamming down hard.
“Oh fuck--oh fuck--Eames--”
Eames reaches out, brushing aside his shirt as he takes a hold of Arthur's neglected cock, jerking him off with strong, sure strokes. He feels Arthur tighten around him, can see the tell-tale signs of impending climax and--
“I'm--I'm going to fill you up,” he pants, thrusting up harder and faster, even as Arthur helplessly thrusts down, wave after wave of molten heat and liquid pleasure engulfing him. “You're going to feel my come for days,” he promises, promises just before he lets out a guttural as he releases.
It isn't too long after when Arthur can feel his vision white out for an instant as he tightens impossibly, his back arching, his spine taut with tension. And then he's coming and coming. He cries out, the sound low and thready, as it's torn from his throat. He's barely aware of collapsing, of Eames catching him and easing him down. He vaguely feels a gentle hand and a wet cloth wiping him clean. And then he's asleep, aware of no more.
~*~*~*~*~
Arthur scowls. “That is not what happened last night.”
The slow smirk forming on Eames' face is not reassuring him at all. Not even one tiny iota. “Then why are you wearing my shirt and nothing else?”
Arthur opens his mouth to reply, but nothing comes out. His mind fires off, going a million miles an hour, trying in vain, to come up with a reasonable excuse.
Then his chance to answer is lost as Eames tackles him to the bed, capturing his lips in a heated kiss.
“If you really can't remember, I guess I'll just have to re-enact it with you.”
The End
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Darling, you have killed me dead.
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*death*
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