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... )
Eames proffers his hooves. "Lick them."
Arthur hesitates, pressing a chaste kiss to one warm hoof, and Eames growls a warning. "Lick. Them."
He opens his mouth, kissing wetly, and Eames sighs in pleasure. He threads a hand into Arthur's hair, stroking repeatedly down to the nape of his neck.
Arthur's concentration narrows steadily down and crowds out his conscious shame and objections, until he's sliding his tongue across the glossy surface and into the split between the claws, slotting his fingers into the hollows alongside Eames' achilles tendon, rubbing his cheek into Eames' ankle. His cock is hard and dripping against his stomach.
"You like this, dirty boy. You like worshiping my feet." Arthur only moans, quivers a little as if he could rub his cock against the overheated air. Eames keeps petting him, occasionally rumbling more filthy endearments that barely register through the haze of Arthur's arousal.
"Do you want to come, Arthur?"
"Please, yes, please."
"Only if you clean it up afterward." Arthur whimpers, nodding frantically. "Touch yourself for me."
Arthur kneels, spreading his legs, hand working his cock. His head's thrown back, face flushed. Eames licks his lips, anticipating the moment when Arthur's body snaps with tension and he comes with a breathless groan, spattering all over Eames' hooves.
Arthur pants for a moment, then bends down obediently to tongue away every drop, humming in pleased release. When he's done, Eames draws him up into his lap, strokes his back, kisses him deeply to lick the taste out of his mouth.
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