Inception Kink Fest

[cherrybina]

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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Fill: Arthur/Eames, phone sex 1/2

[anamuan]

so many hours later...

"If you were here, I'd have jumped you as soon as you got in the door. I wouldn't have even waited for you to put the PASIV case down first, I'd just have pushed you up against the wall in the hallway and yanked your trousers down and dropped to my knees."

"Fuck," Arthur breathes into the phone, because yes, that's hot.

"I'd be down on my knees for you; you'd be looking down at me that way you do, with your eyes all blown dark and needy and I wouldn't even have done anything to you yet. By the time I'd started mouthing at your cock through your boxers, you'd have forgotten about all the rest of it. All you'd care about was getting my mouth on you properly."

"Your mouth," Arthur starts, and then has to swallow. "Your mouth is the filthiest thing about you." He can practically hear Eames smirking at him through the line.

"You love my mouth," Eames says. "You can't keep your eyes off it half the time. All you think about is your cock pushing in between my lips, me putting my tongue on you. There was that job in Korea. You were staring at me all day, so I put on a show for you. When I got you home, you just pushed me down to my knees and fucked my mouth right there, kneeling on the floor. Couldn't even wait long enough to get to the bed."

Arthur just groans, remembering, jerking a hand around his cock.

"So don't try lying to me, Arthur. I know what you think about my mouth; I know you think about it all the time."

"Ok, ok; I love your mouth," Arthur capitulates, pushing forward into his fist. Just Eames's voice in his ear, sounding like that, is enough to make him moan. Everything else, the things Eames is saying, his own hand tight around himself, they just serve to make it all better, making him hotter, desperate, needy.

"Fuck, Arthur, do that again," Eames says, groans really, right in Arthur's ear, so he does, louder this time, feeling hot and shameless.

"Eames, Eames, please, I need you," Arthur says, and the noise Eames makes is like a gut punch, full of want, and that just winds Arthur up further. "I want you to put your mouth on me, that filthy fucking beautiful mouth. I want to fuck your face until you're crying with it, until you can't take any more."

"Remember last time? When I pushed you down and climbed on your cock and rode you till you screamed? Next time, we're going to do that again. You're going to fuck into me so hard I'll be able to feel it in the back of my throat and I'll just want more; and you'll give it to me, won't you?"

"Yes, fuck, yes. I'll fuck you just the way you like; I'll fill you up." He wraps his hand around his cock tighter, pulls faster. Shuts his eyes and focuses on Eames's voice, imagines that he's really fucking him.

"Oh, oh fuck, Arthur. Like that, fuck yes, just like that," Eames says, and his voice is breaking up like cracked concrete, like driving over gravel, and Arthur knows suddenly, that Eames is fucking himself, pushing into himself with slick fingers, hard and fast, because that's how he always does it, greedy and impatient.

"Yes, come on, Eames. Do it. Fuck yourself for me. Fuck yourself on your fingers just like you'd fuck yourself on my cock, ram them in," Arthur says, and there's a snap in his voice suddenly, he can hear it. Eames reacts to it instantly, these groans dropping from his throat in time with the rhythm of his fingers inside him. They make Arthur crazy, like he's coming out of his skin, and he stops just to listen for a moment, soaking them in.

"No, no," Eames says, and he sounds- It's almost a whine, this desperate edge to him that Arthur can't- He can't even process it. "No, don't stop. Arthur, let me hear you. I need to hear you." Arthur makes a noise that can really only be called a whimper and speeds up his stroke.