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 traced a finger down his spine. "You say you don't want this but you're going to be the one sitting down, right onto my cock, so that it fills you up. Because you don't have a choice."
Arthur trembled before him. "No. Eames, no, please..."
"So lovely," was all Eames said before gripping Arthur's hips and shoving downwards slowly.
He used one hand to hold his dick steady, nudging it against Arthur's hole. At the touch, Arthur cried out softly, tried to jerk away.
"No, don't, don't, I don't want this, don't please," begged Arthur.
"Sit down, Arthur," ordered Eames as he pushed down harder with his hand.
In his awkward position, Arthur couldn't move against the pressure and the head of Eames' dick pushed in slowly. Arthur cried out and his legs seemed to give out even more, sinking further. With each inch he went down, Arthur shook his head and tensed up, struggling to take Eames in.
Too soon, he was seated completely on Eames' lap, backside pressed against Eames' clothed thighs. Once he was there, his strength seemed to give out entirely and he sat fully on Eames. He let out a harsh sob, his whole body twitching.
"That's too loud," murmured Eames, shoving up from his chair a little.
Arthur made a muffled grunt, obviously biting on his lip again. Eames sucked a bruise onto Arthur's bony shoulder, gripping him by the waist and lifting him a little before pulling him back down. The angle was good because he suspected he was pressing up against Arthur's prostate with the way he was choking on his little cries to try to keep quiet.
"Ngh," Arthur whimpered out as Eames continued his slow grind up while moving Arthur's hips.
"You have to keep quiet, Arthur. Or someone's going to come looking," murmured Eames.
There was a soft, bitten-off sob as Arthur shuddered. Eames reached a hand around and touched Arthur's stiff erection. Arthur made another abortive sound and pushed down to get away but that only forced Eames' cock deeper. He let out another half-cry.
"You have to do better, that's too loud," whispered Eames, tightening his hold and beginning to pump Arthur's hard-on as he thrust up into the incredibly tight heat.
"Nonono, stop, please, stop," whispered Arthur in turn, his whole body wracked with shudders.
But Eames kept thrusting, only tightened his grip as he pumped faster. "Shhh, no sounds, pet. Anyone could hear you."
Arthur's breathing was shallow and fast as he tried to keep his desperate sounds down to little gasps. Eames rubbed his thumb around the crown of Arthur's dick, pressing against the head and rubbing the pre-come around.
"Nnnn," half-whimpered Arthur.
Eames only hushed him, stroking faster and shoving up harder. It was amazingly hot, Arthur tight around him, erection in his hand, little desperate sounds leaking out from those soft lips. Eames grunted as he moved faster, gripping Arthur tight around the waist.
Arthur tossed his head, gasping and whining in the back of his throat. "No, no- I-"
Eames squeezed at the head of Arthur's prick, wanking him off mercilessly and with that, Arthur was coming, body clenching entirely around Eames and forcing a gasp out of him as well. Shuddering, Arthur's little whines came faster as he moved his hips, riding his orgasm out in Eames' lap. Eames continued pumping him, running his hand all over Arthur's dick and slicking it even more.
Arthur slumped over a little, whole body twitching occasionally.
Without giving him a moment's rest, Eames began thrusting up in earnest as he moved the pliant Arthur in his lap. Fuck, it felt good to fuck into Arthur after seeing his cock spurt everywhere.
"Ah, ah, no, ah," whimpered Arthur with every thrust.
This was even better though.
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"No, I don't-" cried Arthur quietly.
"If you don't do it, I could be here all day, fucking hard into you while Yusuf and Cobb walks in to see you bouncing in my lap, crying and covered in come and using your arse to keep me happy-"
Arthur whimpered and Eames could feel him tightening down on his painfully hard cock. Arthur even pushed down a little, gasping as he clenched as hard as he could and Eames groaned, loud and long as he came hard in Arthur's arse. He shoved up a few more times, hands tightened with bruising force around Arthur's waist.
He finally relaxed into the chair, loosening his grip on Arthur who was utterly sprawled on him, still twitching a little. The pounding in his ears receded a little and he sat there, enjoying the occasional shivers that still wracked Arthur.
Slowly, he lifted Arthur off his softening prick, keeping a hand on Athur's lower back as he wobbled onto his feet. He ran a hand curiously down Arthur's bum and pushed a finger into his loosened hole. Arthur shivered again.
"You're all wet and open from my cock," said Eames, pleased.
He pressed his finger through the wet spunk in Arthur and observed as the whole-body shivers increased. Pulling his finger out, he smeared the semen that leaked out into Arthur's skin. Then he helpfully pulled up Arthur's underwear and pants.
"You're going to sit here and work, with your arse full of my come, and know that I can come back and do this to you again anytime," said Eames as he reached around and looked over Arthur's shaking shoulders as he did up his pants for him.
He pulled away to do up his own pants and stepped aside, sliding the chair forward. Firmly, he pushed Arthur into the chair again. Arthur shuddered, eyes closing as he sat down. Seeing Arthur's face from the front, he could see the hectic blush on his cheeks and reddened lips from all that biting, wet from his own saliva.
Pleased at his masterpiece, Eames patted one flushed cheek and turned away to pick up his jacket. He slipped it on and headed out of the warehouse.
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An hour later, Eames was drinking a celebratory tumbler of scotch when his hotel room door opened. Arthur walked in, raising his eyebrows at the drink.
"Drinking so early in the day?" asked Arthur as he put his bag down.
Eames smiled. "Just remembering the highlights of the day and felt like a little self-congratulations wouldn't be amiss."
Arthur loosened his tie, head tilted in thought. "I did like your improvisation about how I had to keep quiet."
Eames preened. "Thank you. Unlike a certain someone, I do have an imagination."
"You could have told me before we started that Cobb had given everyone the day off though," said Arthur, a bit tetchily.
"Where would be the fun in that?" asked Eames with a mischievous smirk.
Arthur rolled his eyes and wandered off towards the bathroom. "I'm going to go shower. I'm all sloppy inside."
Eames' eyes brightened. "I'll come with."
Arthur turned a little, one dimple in view. "What if I said no?"
Catching him around the waist, Eames growled. "I would do it anyway."
Wrapping an arm around his neck, Arthur whispered against his lips. "Business as usual then."
-The End-
Note: Hope that sorta maybe hits the kink too! Sorry about all the mistakes, I've to post this right now cause my laptop is making funny sounds at me while I'm wrapping this up. O_O
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(I finally manned up and reread this fic again and it's not as bad as my hazy recollections tell me, phew.)
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GREAT JOB BB!
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Thanks for commenting!
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