Prompt Post No. 16
Welcome to Round 16 of the Inception Kink Meme.
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By the time the air turned from black to gray, Arthur had dozed off sitting up, and Eames approached him unaware.
“Oh, thank you, Yusuf,” Eames breathed as he stood just inside the awning that covered his alter, getting his first good look at his sacrifice.
Arthur jerked awake, reaching for his sword out of habit, and looking confused for an instant when his hand closed on empty air.
“So, you're a fighter, are you?” Eames sauntered up to the alter and leaned towards Arthur.
“Does it matter?” Arthur raised a defiant eyebrow.
“It means I don't have to watch you as much,” Eames grinned.
“I should've thought you would have to watch me more.”
“Oh, darling,” Eames sprang onto his alter and crawled forwards until he was nose to nose with Arthur, “I think you've been miseducated as to my intentions towards you.”
“And what would your intentions towards me be?” Arthur was proud that his voice came out rock steady.
Eames chuckled and crawled further forwards, setting one hand on either side of Arthur's hips and forcing Arthur to lean back. “Why don't you try and guess, sweetheart?”
“I hate guessing games.”
Eames sat back on his heals and laughed. “I think I like you. Now, what I'm going to do with you, beautiful, well,” Eames just smiled.
Arthur was 95% certain of Eames' intentions by this point, and he shifted uncomfortably under Eames' gaze, staring down at the floor on the right side of the Alter.
“I do like that they've draped you in my stones,” Eames brushed the backs of his fingers over Arthur's shoulder. Arthur glanced back up at him, thrown by the non sequitur. “Only one scrap of fabric keeping you from being mine,” Eames looked at Arthur through his eyelashes.
Arthur couldn't stop his flinch as his suspicions were confirmed.
“Darling,” Eames shifted closer and knelt over Arthur, cupping his jaw with one hand, forcing him to keep eye contact, running the fingers of his other hand through Arthur's hair. Arthur licked his lips nervously and Eames tracked the movement with greedy eyes. Eames leaned down slowly until his forehead was resting on Arthur's.
“Darling,” Eames whispered again over Arthur's lips.
“Arthur,” Arthur corrected somewhat breathlessly.
“Arthur,” Eames smiled. “Can I make you mine?”
“I-I,” Arthur looked away again, not at all sure how to respond to that
“Look at me, darling, look at me,” Eames traced circles into Arthur's jaw, waiting for his eyes to return to his own. “That's it, Arthur, just let me, let me,” Eames set his lips carefully onto Arthur's and kissed him gently. Arthur made a pleased little noise in the back of his throat as Eames stroked one hand down his back, the other cradling the back of his head. Arthur shyly splayed a hand of his own over Eames' chest. Eames gave an appreciative groan, and Arthur slid his other hand up around Eames' neck, the chain clinking as it went with him.
“Oh,” Eames pulled back and took Arthur's hands into his own. “We need to get rid of this nasty iron.” At Eames' touch, the cuffs on Arthur's wrists sprang open and clattered to the ground. Eames kissed the pulse point on each wrist before giving the same treatment to Arthur's ankles.
Eames looked up from where he sat between Arthur's ankles, rubbing circles into the bones, to see Arthur biting his lip, looking uncertain as a blush crept across his face.
“Come here, Arthur, darling,” Eames smiled and pulled him into his lap. Arthur wrapped his legs loosely around Eames' hips and stared down at his hands on Eames' chest. Eames ran his fingers along the hem of Arthur's loincloth until he reached the knot at his hip, where he paused and looked up at Arthur. “Can I, sweetheart?”
Arthur nodded and looked to the side, blushing madly now. Eames grinned widely and began to undo the knot.
“Look at me, Arthur,” he nudged Arthur's jaw with his nose, and Arthur's eyes returned to his. “There's a good boy.” Eames pressed a kiss to Arthur's chest as he pulled the knot loose and tossed the cloth to the ground.
“Oh, Arthur,” Eames slid his hand around Arthur's cock and Arthur groaned, eyes fluttering shut as Eames fondled him. Eames jammed his own fingers into his mouth and coated them with spit before sliding them round to circle Arthur's hole.
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