untitled porn - Inception - NC-17
Author: anamuan
Fandom, Pairing: Inception, Arthur/Eames
Rating: NC-17, oh yes. definitely that.
Word Count: 672
Warnings: come-kink?
Notes: No title, guys, because I am lazy and this is short and porny and probably not worth the brain effort. Self-beta. Con-crit, as always, is welcome. Written for this prompt on inception_kink: (I just want one where Arthur can't get enough of having Eames come on him; his face, his chest, everywhere. He loves the scent and feel and taste, and goes mindless and blissed out for a facial. No humiliation, please, just sheer revelling in/being incredibly aroused by his lover's semen.
Bonus points if Eames gets off on marking and also on arousing his partner. He's obviously going to think Arthur the hottest thing in the world.)
"God, please," and Arthur's not above begging. He's got nothing to be ashamed of, and so he's not. He just wants, wants Eames's come on him, wants to feel it hit his skin hot and perfect, wants to feel it dripping down his cheek, off his chin. Arthur's always been very motivated about getting what he wants.
"Please, please, please, please," he says, and it doesn't even matter what he says as long as it drives Eames a little crazy. As long as it breaks Eames's control. As long as it tears him up and shreds him apart.
Arthur licks along the head of Eames's cock, teasing. He digs his fingers into the muscle of Eames's thighs, because Eames likes it the pressure. Arthur reaches up to pet along the crease of Eames's hip, trails his hand down slowly along the soft skin between hip and thigh, and all Eames can say now is, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."
Eames isn't quite there yet, isn't quite ready. Isn't quite needy enough yet, but Arthur will fix that. Arthur will know when Eames starts saying his name instead: "Arthur, Arthur," like he's breaking, and Arthur wants that almost as much as he wants Eames to come dripping all over his body. Arthur can't even explain what it does to him, how much he wants it. Just the thought of it turns him on, winds him up tighter than he feels like he's ever been, and it's like that every time. It never fails, and Arthur always wants more.
He wants to be covered in it, dripping with it, covered with Eames and his lust, and it'll feel like victory. It'll feel like winning and want and glory, and Arthur wants it so much he half thinks he'll come himself when he finally gets Eames's come on his skin.
Arthur wants Eames to touch him, wants Eames in him, but most of all, Arthur wants to wear him. He wants to be filthy-gorgeous. He wants the way Eames groans, after, when he looks down and sees Arthur like that; he wants the way Eames will squeeze his eyes shut, almost desperate, the way his spent cock will jerk again, trying for Arthur again when Arthur catches a little of Eames's come on his finger and licks it into his mouth. Arthur loves what it does to Eames.
Arthur's eyes slip most of the way shut when Eames finally does come, feeling it hit his face, drip down off his chin onto his chest, and it feels like bliss, like perfection. Arthur takes a moment to savour it even while his cock jerks, bumps against his stomach and smears precome everywhere, because that will always be the hottest thing he can imagine: Eames painting his skin with desire.
Eames knees give out, and he slithers down to the floor nearly boneless, pupils blown and staring at Arthur like he's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Like he's starving for it, still. Eames kisses Arthur then, hands clutched around Arthur's shoulders like he's drowning and Arthur's the only thing holding him out of the water. Eames kisses Arthur, wet and messy, mouth open, smearing his come all over both of them, getting it everywhere. Eames wraps a hand around Arthur's cock, and Arthur hisses a little and pulls back. Eames has come in his lashes, smeared across his cheeks. Arthur groans, and leans forward again; licks out over stubble and skin because this, this is better than anything Arthur has ever thought of, Eames covering them both like this, marked and gorgeous together.
Eames starts jerking slow and lazy, slithering down so they're pressed together. Arthur can feel where they stick, sweat and semen between them, and it takes Eames absolutely no time at all to get Arthur jerking and shuddering under him, not with that thought running through his head. He licks back into Eames's mouth when he comes, hot and wet over Eames's hand, over both their stomachs, Eames swallowing everything Arthur gives him.
Fandom, Pairing: Inception, Arthur/Eames
Rating: NC-17, oh yes. definitely that.
Word Count: 672
Warnings: come-kink?
Notes: No title, guys, because I am lazy and this is short and porny and probably not worth the brain effort. Self-beta. Con-crit, as always, is welcome. Written for this prompt on inception_kink: (I just want one where Arthur can't get enough of having Eames come on him; his face, his chest, everywhere. He loves the scent and feel and taste, and goes mindless and blissed out for a facial. No humiliation, please, just sheer revelling in/being incredibly aroused by his lover's semen.
Bonus points if Eames gets off on marking and also on arousing his partner. He's obviously going to think Arthur the hottest thing in the world.)
"God, please," and Arthur's not above begging. He's got nothing to be ashamed of, and so he's not. He just wants, wants Eames's come on him, wants to feel it hit his skin hot and perfect, wants to feel it dripping down his cheek, off his chin. Arthur's always been very motivated about getting what he wants.
"Please, please, please, please," he says, and it doesn't even matter what he says as long as it drives Eames a little crazy. As long as it breaks Eames's control. As long as it tears him up and shreds him apart.
Arthur licks along the head of Eames's cock, teasing. He digs his fingers into the muscle of Eames's thighs, because Eames likes it the pressure. Arthur reaches up to pet along the crease of Eames's hip, trails his hand down slowly along the soft skin between hip and thigh, and all Eames can say now is, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."
Eames isn't quite there yet, isn't quite ready. Isn't quite needy enough yet, but Arthur will fix that. Arthur will know when Eames starts saying his name instead: "Arthur, Arthur," like he's breaking, and Arthur wants that almost as much as he wants Eames to come dripping all over his body. Arthur can't even explain what it does to him, how much he wants it. Just the thought of it turns him on, winds him up tighter than he feels like he's ever been, and it's like that every time. It never fails, and Arthur always wants more.
He wants to be covered in it, dripping with it, covered with Eames and his lust, and it'll feel like victory. It'll feel like winning and want and glory, and Arthur wants it so much he half thinks he'll come himself when he finally gets Eames's come on his skin.
Arthur wants Eames to touch him, wants Eames in him, but most of all, Arthur wants to wear him. He wants to be filthy-gorgeous. He wants the way Eames groans, after, when he looks down and sees Arthur like that; he wants the way Eames will squeeze his eyes shut, almost desperate, the way his spent cock will jerk again, trying for Arthur again when Arthur catches a little of Eames's come on his finger and licks it into his mouth. Arthur loves what it does to Eames.
Arthur's eyes slip most of the way shut when Eames finally does come, feeling it hit his face, drip down off his chin onto his chest, and it feels like bliss, like perfection. Arthur takes a moment to savour it even while his cock jerks, bumps against his stomach and smears precome everywhere, because that will always be the hottest thing he can imagine: Eames painting his skin with desire.
Eames knees give out, and he slithers down to the floor nearly boneless, pupils blown and staring at Arthur like he's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Like he's starving for it, still. Eames kisses Arthur then, hands clutched around Arthur's shoulders like he's drowning and Arthur's the only thing holding him out of the water. Eames kisses Arthur, wet and messy, mouth open, smearing his come all over both of them, getting it everywhere. Eames wraps a hand around Arthur's cock, and Arthur hisses a little and pulls back. Eames has come in his lashes, smeared across his cheeks. Arthur groans, and leans forward again; licks out over stubble and skin because this, this is better than anything Arthur has ever thought of, Eames covering them both like this, marked and gorgeous together.
Eames starts jerking slow and lazy, slithering down so they're pressed together. Arthur can feel where they stick, sweat and semen between them, and it takes Eames absolutely no time at all to get Arthur jerking and shuddering under him, not with that thought running through his head. He licks back into Eames's mouth when he comes, hot and wet over Eames's hand, over both their stomachs, Eames swallowing everything Arthur gives him.