Prompt Post No. 19
Welcome to Round 19 of the Inception Kink Meme.
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"I fucking. God damn, I despise you," Arthur says. "Come here."
"Me too," Eames says, "more than anyone." But he does as he's bid. Arthur kisses his cheek, and Eames doesn't think it's an accident that it's the very place where his first punch landed. He's not about to mention it. Arthur kisses his closed eyelid, the scar on his eyebrow.
"Loathe you," Arthur whispers, and Eames can't agree because Arthur's found his mouth.
Eames moans into it, kisses Arthur deep enough to keep the taste. He feels the places Arthur touches, the flat of his palm moving over his shoulder and down his arm, his fingers cradling the base of his skull, and knows it won't last.
It's easy, then, to kiss Arthur the way he wants, to touch him where he wants, to do whatever he wants exactly the way he wants. This is it.
"Touch me," Arthur asks for the second time, and it's crazy, the way the things Eames wants seem to shift and line up with the things Arthur wants.
Eames holds on at the top of his cock, thumbs at the tip, feels where Arthur's gotten wet with precome.
He knows it's not enough; his grip is loose and he's more feeling Arthur out than getting him off. He makes the change slowly, times it so the pull matches the push.
"Eames, oh fuck, Eames, you feel-"
"Good, I feel good, Arthur. Do you feel good?"
And it might be a nod he gets back, but Arthur says, "More," and Eames obliges. He switches the angle and hits Arthur just right. He must because Arthur says, "Yeah, yes, right there. Oh god, Eames, fuck that's gonna make me come. Come on, make me come."
"Show me," Eames says, "I want to see."
Arthur makes a sound and lets go, comes all over himself. And Eames seriously believes every single fight that got them here was worth it. It's possible that Eames is a sentimental bastard, but no one has to know.
Eames rubs him through it until Arthur hisses through his teeth, then Eames is kind enough to pull away. He uses the opportunity to get his hand messy with come before tilting Arthur's chin up to kiss him.
Arthur is sloppy post orgasm, and if anything, even more verbal. His kisses are leaning towards fond. They're punctuated with soft sighs and breathy hitches on every inhale, but every time he breaks one, Arthur tells Eames something filthy and obscene, like, "Come in me, you fuck. I wanna feel it."
His legs fall away from Eames' back and he pushes his hips up to match him and he bites at Eames mouth and clenches his around Eames' cock and Eames can't wait any longer. He comes with his eyes closed and Arthur’s hands all over him.
Eames gives up all hope of supporting his own weight and slumps directly onto Arthur. Arthur huffs below him, but doesn't complain. That's maybe a miracle all on it's own, but the way Arthur keeps touching Eames is something Eames hadn't counted on. It's nice. It's fantastic.
Eames is starting to feel it, every hit and kick, the place Arthur elbowed him in the side, and if he's feeling it, Arthur must be too.
Eames gears up to extricate himself from Arthur. He's going to. He's going to steal one last kiss, and then he's going to get up and go on with the rest of his life.
Arthur holds him tight while he takes another taste, and Arthur kisses back like he means it. Eames puts his hands in Arthur's hair because no one's stopping him.
And then it's done. And Eames moves.
And Arthur says wait.
Arthur tucks his face into Eames neck and says, "Okay, don't analyze this or think about it, and for Christ's sake please don't talk about it, but if you move right now, I will kill you."
Eames looks down at Arthur. He starts to speak and Arthur pinches the skin of his waist and twists, hard enough to make Eames gasp. Finally he blurts out, "I certainly would prefer to stay alive."
"That counts as talking about it," Arthur says, blushing harder than he did during both a physical altercation and sex combined. Blushing to his ears.
Eames fights off a grin. "Better shut me up then."
Arthur is nice enough to help him out.
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Yeah, author anon. You're that good!
This was FABULOUS *___________*
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