Prompt Post No. 18
Welcome to Round 18 of the Inception Kink Meme.
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"You okay?" Eames panted, quickening his pace. He shoved forward on his knees, tilting Arthur's hips up against his thighs. The angle let Eames' cock rub across Arthur's prostate and Arthur shuddered through a moan.
"Yeah, m'fine," he said, his jaw going slack as Eames rubbed against his prostate with every thrust, the small of his back slick against Eames' thighs. Eames leaned down, pressing Arthur almost in half. They kissed, open mouthed and sloppy, too uncoordinated to be much more than tongue. Eames pressed their foreheads together, staring into Arthur's eyes. He reached down for Arthur's cock, rubbing it with a firm grip.
"Christ, you're burning", he said, he breath hot against Arthur's mouth.
Arthur rocked up into his thrusts, wrapping his arms around Eames' tensing shoulders. His vision swam and he let his head drop back, shutting his eyes. His cock throbbed in Eames' fist and his entire body seemed to pulse with the heat.
"Harder," he panted, locking his legs around Eames' back. Eames groaned into his neck and gathered Arthur against his chest. He bucked against Arthur's ass, his cock spearing into him and rubbing his prostrate until Arthur thought his head would explode. His cock was pressed between their stomachs, rubbing in a sticky, hot slide with every thrust of their hips. Arthur whimpered and opened his eyes, his balls clenching tight against his body. His vision was fuzzy and black at the edges, Eames' pants in his ear dulled by a low buzzing sound. Arthur scratched frantically at Eames' back in warning.
"Eames - " he choked, his voice dying in his throat.
"Fuck, Arthur," Eames sobbed, rearing back suddenly onto his knees, pulling Arthur with him onto his lap, his legs curled around his waist.
The room spun and Arthur's head lolled forwards against Eames' shoulder. The buzzing grew louder and became a high pitched whine and Arthur felt hot enough to blister. A hard press against his prostate as Eames fucked up into him stole his last breath and Arthur felt his cock spurt against his stomach, his eyes rolling in his head before his vision went black.
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He awoke to a piercing light in his eyes and cold water dripping down his face. The room was bathed in light and Eames leaned over him, his face white and clammy, a hand gripping Arthur's shoulder.
"Thank God," he said, placing the glass back onto the table. "You scared the shit out of me, Arthur."
Arthur felt exhausted. He lifted a heavy arm and draped it over his eyes, feeling his fingertips tremble. His tongue felt huge and clumsy and he mouthed wordlessly for a moment before he could speak.
"Sorry," he mumbled, mind still spinning and unable to decide which words were actually required.
"It's not your fault," Eames laughed, though sounding relieved all the same. He rubbed a soothing hand over Arthur's forearm and the touch brought Arthur slowly back to Earth. He pulled his arm from his eyes and squinted up at Eames.
"I told you it was too fucking hot," he said, trying to push himself up onto his elbows. Eames caught him and pressed him back down.
"Don't move, I’m getting you more water" he said, reaching for the empty glass. "For you to drink this time, not to throw over you," he added.
Arthur settled back against the pillows. His body felt limp and goose bumped with cold sweat. Eames had tugged the sheets up around his naked hips and Arthur smiled at Eames' unnecessary attempt to preserve Arthur's modesty.
Eames returned and sat down beside him, supporting Arthur's head as he craned his neck forward to sip from the glass.
"Better?" Eames asked when he had taken his fill.
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"Did you come in me while I was passed out?" he asked.
Eames looked away, busying himself with the pillows before clearing his throat.
"Well, I didn't exactly notice that you'd fainted right away, so..."
Arthur snorted and rolled onto his stomach. He closed his eyes and reached out to rub a hand across Eames' chest.
"I should be shocked and appalled", he mumbled into his pillow.
Eames caught his hand kissed across his knuckles.
"I'm sorry for violating you, darling," he said, shifting to lie out alongside him. Arthur felt him watching his face and he opened his eyes, unable to keep the smile from his lips.
"I'll forgive you if that air conditioning is fixed before I wake up tomorrow," he said.
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