Prompt Post No. 15
Welcome to Round 15 of the Inception Kink Meme.
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They're really not expecting Arthur to be kneeling between her legs, licking at her cunt as she presses his face closer with a groan.
Yusuf's leaning against the wall and just beckons them over. Eames grips his totem in pocket -- it's like walking straight into the best and worst wet dream he's ever had. The sounds alone are straight out of porn.
"So," Yusuf says levelly, and Cobb looks like he's about to blow a gasket.
Cobb opens his mouth, starting with "What the fuck--" because Eames can only gape at the red flush on Ariadne's cheeks and her hand gripped tight in Arthur's hair.
Yusuf just holds up his hand, cutting Cobb off. "Eames. Did you sneak Arthur some allergy medication last night?"
And that's unexpected too, because, what?
"I -what? Arthur's been miserable and the prick won't take it on his own, and that doesn't explain--"
Ariadne finally opens her eyes and pants out, "Look, Eames, he just. He smells incredible."
"I specifically instructed him not to take anything, so when he woke up from the sedative test like this I assumed you'd probably interfered." He sighed.
"Like what, exactly." Cobb asks, his voice strangled. The noises from Arthur's tongue and Ariadne's mouth are getting louder.
"He's basically in heat. His pheromones are insane -- he really does smell amazing. And I'm next in line," Yusuf says, eyeing Cobb warily.
Ariadne interrupts by making a sound in-between a whine and a squeak, and Eames can see her thighs tremble and tighten, her knuckles go white as the orgasm rolls through her. She kicks a little and Arthur kisses her thigh.
Eames wants to punch her.
"C'mon, Arthur, I'm taking you to my hotel room and you're going to sleep this off." Cobb hauls him to his feet by the shoulder and turns him towards the door of the warehouse, a hand on his waist.
Arthur's mouth is pink and glistening, his chin damp, and he grins fondly up at Cobb. "Hey, Dom," he says and nuzzles into Cobb's neck with his nose, inhaling deeply. "It's nice to see you," he says and his voice is husky, the tone what Eames would categorize as 'bedroom.'
Cobb's expression moves from angry and determined to confused and possibly aroused, and that fills Eames with alarm.
"Excuse me," Eames finally says and takes Arthur's wrist. Arthur smiles at him, rosy cheeked, and wipes his mouth with his other hand. Cobb still has him by the waist and isn't letting go.
Yusuf coughs. "I told you, I was next in line. You two draw straws or something to figure it out."
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