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... )
It didn’t occur to Eames at first that Arthur had moved in - he’s just so grateful to have him to himself. Arthur works in the evening at the coffee table and Eames had long since given up on trying to coax him into bedroom when he was going himself. Sometimes he’d be woken in the night by Arthur’s strong hands on his skin. Sometimes he’d just wake up in the morning alone.
After Arthur had stayed every night for a week Eames let him go to work and looked around. There was a full shaving kit in the bathroom and tucked away at the back of the cupboard in the hall there was a box full of photos, army medals, pens and the sort of miscellany he imagined a man like Arthur would have had handed down from previous generations. In the bedroom, the wardrobe was full of Arthur’s clothes (Eames found the suitcase under the bed).
They didn’t talk about it.
Sometimes Eames liked to suck on Arthur’s ring finger while they were fucking. It only took him another week to slip his teeth over the band, drag it off and pluck it from his tongue to drop onto the nightstand. Arthur had all but stopped. Not breaking eye contact, Eames dragged his tongue around the pale, exposed skin a few times and slipped the finger back into his mouth. Arthur fucked him like a man possessed.
In the morning, the ring was gone. Arthur wasn’t and his finger remained bare.
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Arthur shuddered, the signal for Eames to move his hands to Arthur’s groin and get on with it. He sighed and leaned his head back against Eames shoulder.
“Do you remember the first time I touched you, Arthur,” Eames whispered, little more than a warm breath across ear and cheek. As if Arthur could ever forget.
He opened Arthur’s trousers slowly as he spoke, pushing the cloth down far enough to free his cock and balls. Arthur’s mouth drifts open slightly at the touch of cool air from the closed gallery. Eames always takes a few breaths to run his fingers lightly over Arthur’s balls before lifting his hand to his mouth and licking a long, wet stripe from palm to fingertip.
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It took almost a year for Eames to be caught soliciting. He ran. The John got away, but Eames was cornered in an alley. He licked his lips and watched eyes track the movement.
“I’m just a two-bit street whore. I could make it worth your while to not find me,” he murmured, knowing it was probably useless, but what the hell - it couldn’t hurt to try.
The officer stared at his lips for a full minute before Eames slipped to his knees, pulled out a condom and proceeded to pay his debt to society. When he was done, the cop discarded the condom, pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and cleaned himself off before pushing it in Eames face. He put himself away as he walked toward the mouth of the alley, leaving Eames kneeling on the filthy, wet asphalt.
It turned out the fucker wasn’t even from vice.
The first time he’d been arrested he’d been fucked hard and fast in an interview room and released without charge. Eames wasn’t stupid and soon managed to avoid making it onto the ledger at all.
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