Prompt Post No. 16

[inception_anon]

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Fill: I Turn my Camera On 7/11

[lezzerlee]

“I was wondering when you’d speak up,” he mocks, but obliges by grabbing a bottle of lube. “How do you want me?”

[ Now that’s a loaded question. In my lap, across my bed, bent over my desk. ]

“Funny. Seriously though, it’s your time we’re wasting.”

[ Then, please, on your knees. I want to see your beautiful arse. ]

“As you wish.”

Arthur kneels on the bed, naked, lithe and pale. He swivels gracefully and pushes his ass towards the camera. Eames has a perfect view of everything: the dimples of his lower back just before he bends over, the slope of his flank, the pull of his muscles underneath his skin.

Every bit of hair on Arthur’s body is shaved away, leaving him glistening as he pours lube between his cheeks. The slick drips down the crack of his ass. He uses a finger to catch it near his balls and push it back up and inside as he slips the finger into his tight hole. His mouth drops open a little as he gasps at the feel of his own finger.

Arthur is looking over his shoulder towards the camera, and Eames wishes more than ever that he could see more than the hint of loose hair curled around his neck and ears, more than just his beautiful mouth. Eames wants to see the fucked out look he knows must be the man’s eyes, see the droop of them as he struggles to keep them open against the pleasure of being worked open.

Arthur adds another finger, humming in approval. Eames can’t help but speed the pace of his own hand on his cock. It’s a beautiful sight. After two fingers Arthur picks up the vibrator and flicks its switch with his thumb.

The toy buzzes quietly, set on a low level. Arthur drags it lightly over his balls and across his perineum, coating it with the slick that is still dripping down. He presses the tip at his entrance, teasing the bud of his arsehole. He doesn’t press in, just swirls it around lazily. It’s as if he’s waiting for something.

[ plaese ]

Eames types too quickly, misspelling the word. He corrects himself hastily, remembering Arthur’s comment from earlier.

[ Sorry, please, darling. Please fuck yourself for me. ]

Arthur laughs as he reads the message. He complies by letting the toy sink slowly inside him and groans when when his fingers press against his skin when nearly the entire toy is inside. He waits a moment before withdrawing it, pulling it almost completely out, before he slides it back in. Fucking himself on the toy, Arthur moans with pleasure. Eames can see him shudder every once in a while, where he must glance the vibrator off of his prostrate.

Eames is fucking his own hand steadily now, feeling his orgasm build behind his balls. His hips twitch up out of the chair and his breath comes in short huffs. His lip stings and he can taste the copper of blood. He didn’t even realize he’d been biting it. He releases it and lets out a groan.

Arthur is fucking himself faster and whimpering into the depth of the room. He’s not even bothering to look back at the camera anymore, completely lost in fucking himself on his toy. Eames hears a strangled, frustrated moan.

“Fuck … I need more,” Arthur gasps then he shifts to sit back on his heels. Placing the toy on the bed, the dip in the covers holding it in place, he starts to bounce up and down on the toy.  “Oh, fuck!” He circles his hips around, grinding the toy in his ass, before bouncing on it again.

It’s mesmerizing, watching Arthur fuck himself on that toy, and Eames becomes lost in the roll of his hips and the flex of his hamstrings. Time stands still and Eames’ world becomes a tunnel, solely focused on the man on screen. He’s absorbed in it, in Arthur’s pleasure, in his own, so it’s a shock when his orgasm finally hits. He shouts a hoarse obscenity as he spills over his hand and thighs.

Fill: I Turn my Camera On 8/11

[lezzerlee]

Coaxing every last drop of come out of himself, Eames strokes lightly as he watches Arthur finish. Arthur has turned just enough that Eames can see the strained angle of his thigh holding himself off the bed as he drives the vibrator into his ass. Arthur wraps long fingers around his cock, wrist flicking and fingers held loosely as first. Then his grip tightens as he gets closer. Eames can see his stomach flex in and out rapidly as orgasm rips through his body. He sprays short arcs of white over his own hand and onto the bed. Arthur’s shoulders slump forward as every taut muscle in his body relaxes.

Propping himself on one hand, Arthur slowly pulls the toy out of his ass, and places it on the bed. He stretches momentarily, exposing the lines of his ribs. Sitting, he faces the camera and licks at the joint of the thumb on his soiled hand. His tongue flicks over every part of skin his seed has spilled on, darting between his knuckles and lapping over his palm until he finally sucks each finger into his mouth individually to clean them.

[ You are a thing of beauty. I wish I could fuck you properly. ]

Eames only types once he’s cleaned his own seed from his hand, though with a towel instead of his mouth like Arthur is doing. The comment earns him a wicked smile.

“Maybe some day you can.”

[ Bloody tease. ]

“Goodnight Mr. England,” Arthur says, before he turns the camera off and leaves Eames in the lonely silence of his hotel room.

The entire week is utter shite as Eames finds himself tailing the mark for three out of the next five days. This man is a bloody mute, he thinks to himself as he’s five hours into another stakeout. Cars are not actually that comfortable, especially when you have very little to focus on to distract from the lack of padding in the seats. Not having anything to focus on has also lead to very depraved thoughts of lacy knickers, blindfolds, high heels and lean men’s legs and how they would look in said heels. These thoughts have lead to the near inescapable urge for a quick tug in the car. It is, however, daylight and there are people about, so Eames resists.

It has also been a terrible week because tailing the mark means he can’t be near Arthur and he is dying to find some clue as to if Arthur really is his mysterious camboy. His camboy is the only relief from the monotony that is following the most boring target in the world. The model, or Arthur as Eames likes to think, has been online every night since that first show. Eames has managed to get in his good graces through flirting and idle chat, while also getting into his pants, figuratively, by stealing him away for private shows. He’s more talkative, or typative, or whatever you want to call it now since that first show. He finds that Arthur is very good at taking direction.

Eames has just sequestered Arthur again for the evening and he’s ready to dive right in when Arthur makes a request. “You should get on camera as well. I want to see you,” he says.

This is unexpected. He never thought of being on camera himself. The idea is appealing, but it’s really not a good idea, not if this man really is Arthur. He wants this tonight, and doesn’t want it to be ruined by revealing himself.

[ Who says I have a cam? ]

“Every laptop has a camera on it nowadays,” Arthur breathes.

Arthur is laying it on thick, already stripped down to his lingerie and stockings. The man sucks a finger into his mouth and then  reaches down past the elastic of his underwear to dip between his legs. He gasps lightly when he enters himself. Eames takes his own cock in hand and brings himself to hardness.

A bit of time lapses, and Eames is tempted not to respond to the request, but he feels an obligation to answer for some reason.

[ And how is it that you assume I am on a laptop? ]

“Because I know it’s you, Eames.”

Fill: I Turn my Camera On 9/11

[lezzerlee]

Eames stops stroking himself, completely caught off guard. He stares at the screen in dumbfounded horror as he watches Arthur continue to finger himself like he hasn’t just casually dropped the knowledge that he knows he’s been fucking himself in front of his coworker. Eames doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t know what to type or how to react, or how to think about anything except one thing.

This is Arthur.

His cock twitches. Eames realizes he’s caught in a state of limbo. Either reveal himself and see where it goes, or deny and never be able to use the site again, or possibly face Arthur again, or maybe even be on the same continent as Arthur again. But then his higher sense of reason kicks in, knocking out the desire to flee. Arthur knows it’s him. He knows, and he’s still toying himself with his own fingers, waiting for an answer.

[ How the bloody hell did you know? ]

“You and Ariadne were not being very discreet about trying to find out what is underneath my clothes. Though I have to say, points to you for being the less handsy one, I would never have guessed.” Arthur’s face dips in frame for the first time. His hair is loose, curling into his face and he smiles impishly. “Also, I tracked your IP.”

[ It’s always the small things, isn’t it? ]

“You should know better.”

[ So what now? ]

Arthur grins and pulls his hand out of his panties, snapping the elastic lightly. “The way I see it, you have two options. You can either get on camera and we can continue …” Arthur pinches a nipple between his finger as he speaks, “or there is a key waiting at the desk for you. Hilton, room 300. I’m starting now, whichever you choose.”

Arthur  reaches off the bed and grabs a glass plug.  He licks along the smooth surface before sucking it into his mouth. Eames doesn’t hesitate; he’s stumbling into pants and a shirt before he can get caught up watching Arthur’s show. He grabs his keys from the desk and darts out the door.

The Hilton is ten agonizing minutes away by car. It seems like an eternity, with the vision of Arthur licking around his plug like a lollipop stuck in Eames’ head. He probably looks half mad when he finally makes it to the hotel. He parks the car in a garage and half runs to the reception desk. Every moment not in Arthur’s room is a moment wasted.

The receptionist is fairly quick about retrieving the key. He may be projecting the I will knife you if you don’t give me what I want vibe, though. He tries a smile as he snatches the key from her and dashes to the elevators. Everything takes too long and he fumbles with the key card when he attempts to open the door, cursing when he drops it on the floor.

When he finally makes it into the room he finds Arthur sprawled on the bed face down. He’s grinding himself into the comforter and moaning lightly. His panties are tossed aside, leaving him with only a suspender belt and stockings on. Eames is a little disappointed at not being able to tear Arthur’s knickers away, but he forgives the loss when he sees the round end of the the plug nestled between Arthur’s buttocks. He approaches the bed and leans down to press lightly at the plug. Arthur moans and Eames hears the soft pings of messages coming from a laptop on the desk.

“Attention whore,” he jokes, but it comes out too hoarse, sounding possessive.

“Jealous?” Arthur asks and attempts to turn over on his back.

Eames presses between Arthur’s shoulders, stopping him from turning onto his back. He thumbs at the plug again, then wraps his fingers around it, tugging it out just a little. Arthur gasps, thrusting his ass in the air, following the pull of the glass. The pinging becomes a barrage of  sound as message after message pops up.

“Hold on one second,” Eames says and he walks over to the laptop.

Arthur turns his head and watches as Eames makes his way over to the computer. Eames sees himself framed in the camera, chest hair peaking out of his severely wrinkled, salmon colored shirt. Eames hits the mute key. The screen is flooded with messages, anonymous men demanding attention, or to know what is going on, or who the mysterious new guest is.

Fill: I Turn my Camera On 10/11

[lezzerlee]

When he turns around, he gives Arthur the most wicked smile he can manage. Arthur returns it with a soft smile of his own, before biting on his bottom lip and stretching out a hand, beckoning Eames over to the bed. Eames slips out of his shirt. He kneels beside Arthur and strokes his fingers down Arthur’s spine, feeling the skin break out into gooseflesh beneath his fingertips.

“The things I want to do to you,” he murmurs.

“So do them,” Arthur replies, arching his back as Eames’ fingers trace over the curve of his arse, slipping past the lace suspender belt to tease the gap between Arthur’s thighs.

Eames is already hard, his cock straining against the fabric of his trousers. He gets up to slip them off, pulling his shoes and socks off with them. Naked, Eames returns his attention to Arthur. He kneads Arthur’s bottocks before urging Arthur to spread his legs. Dipping between them he places a light kiss to the back of Arthur’s balls. Then he moves up to lick lightly at the stretch of Arthur around the glass plug. Arthur moans his approval and thrusts his hips back, searching for more.

Eames wraps his fingers around the plug again and pulls slowly. Arthur’s hole flexes out, unable, or unwilling to release its grip on the glass. When Arthur’s arse finally releases the toy, his hole is left gaping, stretched and red. Eames licks around the ring in soothing strokes and feels Arthur’s muscle flutter around his tongue.

The sounds that Arthur makes get higher in pitch as he grinds himself into the hotel bed. The lace belt is slipping out of place as Arthur squirms beneath Eames’ tongue. Eames can see the indented line the elastic has left on Arthur’s skin.

He uses the lingerie to pull Arthur to his knees, gripping the lace and pulling at the straps attached to the stockings. Snapping one elastic band against Arthur’s skin earns Eames an amused hum. He ignores the urge to snap it harder, to make Arthur’s skin red. That can wait for another night. He’s too worked up from this whole week and all he wants is Arthur’s arse. He wants to eat it, or fuck it, or come inside it. Maybe all three. So Eames starts with the first and buries his face into Arthur, pulling him back by the hips for more leverage as he licks wildly and presses his tongue into Arthur's loosened arsehole.

Eames loses himself for some minutes before he comes back, realizing that Arthur is hoarse, voice choked and begging, calling for attention.

“Eames. God. Fuck. Eames … I need.”

Arthur’s cock is leaking, bobbing up and down as it hangs towards the bed. It’s flush and so hard, and Eames can tell that Arthur is close to coming just from this. He thumbs over Arthur’s slick hole before moving to find his trousers. Digging out a condom, Eames tears it open and slips it on quickly.

He pushes Arthur’s shoulders down so that Arthur’s arse is pushed farther in the air. Arthur is spit-slick but Eames searches for more lube anyway. He finds a bottle near the edge of the bed, beside the box of toys he’d seen Arthur pull out before. Eames dribbles a generous amount directly into Arthur’s waiting hole then he tilts the bottle to get some on the rim. He thumbs around the ring teasingly then bends completely over Arthur, chest against Arthur’s back, to whisper in his ear.

“Ready, darling?”

Arthur grunts in approval, then nearly wails as Eames slides into him. Eames is slow about it, taking his time to press all the way in until he’s sunk in completely. His hips are flush against Arthur’s arse which is baby-smooth underneath his fingers.

Eames grips at the suspenders, pulling Arthur back as he rolls his hips experimentally. Arthur nearly whimpers when Eames finally pulls out farther, just keeping the tip of his cock inside the slick, wet heat of Arthur’s arse. Eames drives back in, setting a leisurely rhythm with his thrusts.

It takes nearly no time at all before Arthur is coming onto the sheets. His long fingers are wrapped around his dick, pale white against flushed red. Eames can feel the clench of Arthur’s muscles when he comes. But he’s not ready for it to be over yet.

Fill: I Turn my Camera On 11/11

[lezzerlee]

Arthur is boneless and compliant with orgasm. Eames pauses to turn Arthur over so he’s lying on his back, arms splayed across the bed. Arthur’s softening cock bounces lightly with Eames’ thrusts, catching the lacy edge of Arthur’s belt and dirtying it with come.

It takes Eames five more minutes to reach orgasm. He comes with his thumbs tucked into the edge of Arthur’s thigh highs and his mouth against Arthur’s neck. He’s wet, covered in sweat and the slide of of his skin on Arthur’s is too hot for comfort. He reluctantly pulls away, unhooking his thumbs from the stockings’ elastic top and sliding out of Arthur completely.

Eames stumbles to the bathroom to deposit the condom in the trash as well as grab one of the complimentary cups for water. He fills one and downs it quickly before filling it again. Grabbing a towel he dampens it with warm water and heads back into the room. On his way to the bed Eames closes the laptop, cutting off the video feed.

He sets the glass on the nightstand before cleaning Arthur with the cloth gently. Arthur is lolling into sleep, but his mouth twitches as Eames runs the wet fabric over ticklish areas. When Eames is done he props Arthur up and hands him the glass. Arthur drinks enthusiastically until the entire cup is gone.

Eames takes the glass from him and sets it back onto the table. They lay back down and pull the sheets up. It’s a very short time before they are both asleep.

In the morning they shower. Arthur hops in first, leaving Eames to doze for a bit before he wakes and joins him beneath the faucet. They run hands over each other, bodies slick and warm, but there’s no time for sex so they’re both left wanting, allowing their half hard cocks to grow soft and wait for later that night.

Arthur doesn’t allow Eames to watch him dress. He forces Eames to stay in the bathroom until he calls out. Eames emerges to Arthur doing up his tie, a dimpled smile plastered across his face as Eames watches him in the floor length mirror. He’ll have to wait for tonight to see what Arthur has hiding underneath his suit.

When they arrive to the warehouse together, Ariadne gives them the most self-satisfied smirk he’s ever seen on a person. Arthur has the good sense to blush a little, not much. Eames doesn’t bother to appear embarrassed. After lunch he stops by Ariadne’s work station, depositing a box of chocolate, a thank you note, and a new vibrator in the middle of her paper models.

He manages, for once, to convince Arthur to leave early for the day.

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[ladderax]

So hot. Perfectly complements keelain's gorgeous art--I love how the art showed what Arthur was thinking through his face and his thoughts, and then this is from Eames's POV.

And I love how descriptions of the sex build in intensity, and this part was the perfect climax: "It takes Eames five more minutes to reach orgasm. He comes with his thumbs tucked into the edge of Arthur’s thigh highs and his mouth against Arthur’s neck. He’s wet, covered in sweat and the slide of of his skin on Arthur’s is too hot for comfort. He reluctantly pulls away, unhooking his thumbs from the stockings’ elastic top and sliding out of Arthur completely."

The banter and seduction between the two of them was also really well done.

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[heavenly_rain]

Oh I'm so glad I waited till I got home to read this... because I wouldn't have been able to concentrate for the rest of the day if I had read it at work XD
Ah I enjoyed this very much because when I read this:

“Because I know it’s you, Eames.”

And actually said "OH SHIT!" out loud XD The voyeurism really got to me lol!

Eames giving Ariadne chocolates and a vibrator as a thank you gift!
So thoughtful! :D

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[keelain]

fucking hell THIS IS PERFECT and god I just LOVE Arthur's attitude xD I think I was drawing him really really blushy but yes ARTHUR IS TOTALLY THE BOSS. And and and holy shit xD TALK TO ME ON IM.

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[eternalsojourn]

I need a fucking cigarette. Now-ish. Woman, I don't know how you took something that could have been a little on the silly side and made it SCORCHING FUCKING HOT, but I'm actually a little flushed here. Daaaaaamn. I'll be rereading this for sure. ♥

Re: Fill: I Turn my Camera On 11/11

[night_reveals]

Oh my god, this was so hot and fun to read.

I literally yelped when Arthur outed Eames! in fact, pretty sure I interrupted Rena and said, "daaaaaannnnnggg, Arthur knew!!" <3 Loved this awesomeness to pieces, lady.

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[foxgloveli]

No words, i assure you. No words.

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[chaostheorem]

This is so wonderful! Love the whole thing, but I especially enjoyed Eames's maybe-Arthur, possibly-Arthur, please-let-it-be-Arthur.

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[sneaqui]

\o/ \o/ \o/ YES. BLAME ME. I WILL TAKE ALL THE BLAME FOR POINTING YOU HERE.

I am so happy that you wrote this because it is EXTRA SUPER SEXY and it has an air of authenticity about it that I really appreciate :)

And I LOVE Arthur's playful personality in this. I think the sexiest part for me was at the end when he wouldn't let Eames see him get dressed :D

Lovely job, bb!

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[tiger_iris]

So hot. And, I don't know, really sexy. Arthur's such a tease, here, gorgeous and shameless.

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[rivitngtalechp]

I'm so buzzed that my silly prompt resulted in a story this awesome!
Goes well with the art like some others said, and is also great as a standalone. Well done.

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[fitz_y]

holy fuck. asl;dkfjas;ldkjf;lasjkdf;