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... )
Arthur crossed the room until he was nose-to-nose with Eames. "You're a jerk."
Eames gripped Arthur's rear with both hands. "You've been a naughty little boy," Eames replied, and Arthur shivered involuntarily.
"What--"
"I can do a little research too, you know... Now, you naughty little boy, you will accept your punishment for such language and rudeness, correct?"
And Eames sat down, pulled Arthur over his knee, and smacked his ass.
Arthur made a sound in the back of his throat.
"I bet that lovely little dish of a professor used to hit you pretty hard," Eames said, voice rumbling through every notch of Arthur's spinal cord.
"How did you even find out about that?" Arthur groaned, and Eames smacked him again.
"I bet I can hit you harder."
Oh, and he could. Eames made good on his bet, that was for fucking sure. It only took four smacks to the ass before Arthur was hard against Eames's leg, and he moaned unashamedly.
"Oh, dear," Eames said, moving his leg so that it caused friction that made Arthur whimper again. "Clearly, this punishment is not severe enough for you. Stand up."
Arthur did as Eames asked. Eames immediately snagged Arthur's belt and pulled it free of the loops. A moment later, he tugged Arthur's underwear and trousers off of his leaking cock to drop around his knees.
He fondled Arthur's ass for a moment, Arthur shoving his hips towards him to get some sort of friction, but Eames tilted away.
"Bastard," Arthur hissed.
"Language, Arthur" Eames warned and sat back down, bending Arthur over again and smacking him across the ass with his belt.
Arthur shouted, voice echoing off of the walls, and Eames seemed to enjoy the sound so he did it again, and Arthur only yelped louder. The sound of leather slapping against skin was...
Arthur couldn't think of a word, too distracted by the belt and the magnificent pain across his rear and of how his prick rubbed against Eames's leg with every hit.
His shouts grew in volume, hands gripping white-knuckled into Eames's other trouser leg, and suddenly he was toppling over the edge, coming across Eames's trousers until he was spent to the point that he tumbled off of Eames's legs to the ground, boneless.
"I think I've learned my lesson," Arthur gasped, unable to help the smile.
"These were my favorite trousers," Eames said.
"Sounds like I deserve punishment."
"You motherfucker," Eames grinned.
"Language, Mr. Eames."
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GREAT SPANKING FIC! \o/
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