Prompt Post No. 15
Welcome to Round 15 of the Inception Kink Meme.
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"Do it, please" Arthur says, voice breathless and low, and Eames wants to kiss it out of his mouth.
Cobb seems to feel it too; he stretches over Arthur, leaving his fingers to work, and kisses him deep. Arthur bites at his bottom lip and growls, "I need it, Dom," but the bossy effect is ruined by the desperation.
"What is it you need, baby?" Cobb's cock is wet at the tip, uncut and respectable, not too girthy, and Arthur's eying it, licking his lips and trembling a little. Eames wants to hear him say, is leaning forward to make sure he can catch the words.
"I need you to fuck me," Arthur grinds out, hips bucking up to try to rut against Cobb, hands gripping at his shoulders and fingers digging into the muscle.
Cobb sits backs and works his fingers in and out of Arthur, slowly stretching him out. He uses his free hand to lift up the leg nearest to the back of couch and fold it to Arthur's chest, making him hold it in place.
"Condom?" Cobb says, looking out at his audience, where Ariadne is curled around Yusuf, both of them slouching in the same lounger. She flicks one at him and he snatches it out of the air with his free hand and grins.
He rolls it on and then pulls his fingers out with a wet sound, almost muffled by the way Arthur gasps at the lack. Cobb settles back on his knees, lining himself up carefully, and pushes in.
Eames and Cobb groan at the same time, because Eames knows what he's feeling, the tight, slick heat of Arthur, the way Arthur will squeeze and pull you inside, deeper.
Cobb slides out after pressing in halfway, and he makes Arthur's ass swallow the head of his cock over and over, driving slightly deeper each time until he's finally, finally balls deep. Arthur's stopped vocalizing, just breathing out soft grunts with each of Cobb's thrusts, meeting with the sound of skin against skin and the motion of Eames' hand against his own cock.
Eames is particularly amazed by how much Arthur unravel's Cobb -- the man's blonde hair sticky to his forehead and flopping over his eyes, the off-kilter rhythm that he's trying to stick to. The feral baring of teeth when he grabs at Arthur's other leg, fingers bruising as he folds Arthur in half.
Arthur's free hand moves to his mouth, fingers pushed in and spit-slick and he finally stops watching s biting part of his fist and he lets out the most delicious whimper when Cobb shifts, angling and slamming into his prostate on every thrust. Arthur's dick spits precome onto the mess on his belly even though he should be bone dry at this point. Eames wants to lap it up.
"Looks like you want something more, huh?" Cobb says, but he sounds like a man coming up for a lungful of air, and Arthur whimpers around his fingers again, back arching up and head lolling back.
Eames knows that's his cue, and he takes the few steps to from his seat to the couch.
"You're so greedy," he says and barely understands his own voice. He runs a hand down Arthur's jaw and slides a finger into his mouth to join the others, and Arthur pulls his hand away, tries to grab at Eames with it.
He's staring Eames straight in the eye, face pink and tips of his ears red and eyes hazy with lust, and he sounds broken open when he begs, "Please."
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