Prompt Post No. 1
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The Inception Anonymous Kink Meme Prompt Post No. 1 is now open.
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Arthur lifts his hips as Eames undoes his belt for him, his fly, tugging his pants and boxers down to bare his ass.
"Congratulations," says Eames.
Arthur mutters something inaudible and hurriedly reaches behind him, and as Eames watches, he pushes two slender fingers into himself, and god, his moaning, it's all going straight to Eames' cock. Arthur somehow manages to guide the vibrator out, slippery and warm, and the excess lubricant drips down onto his thigh, leaving rivulets of liquid across skin.
"Are you going to fuck me or aren't you," says Arthur, turning his head to glare.
There's really no question about that. Eames undoes his own pants and frees his cock, almost painfully hard, and positions himself. Arthur yields easy beneath him, pliant after hours of being otherwise occupied with the vibrator, and he's hotter inside than he's ever been. It feels like they're melting where they meet. Eames grabs Arthur's hips and pushes himself in, thrusting faster and faster, angling for the right spot, and the sofa is sticky against their skin.
"God, you're amazing," says Eames, dropping kisses along the dip of Arthur's spine. He sits back against the armrest, and lifts Arthur up until he's kneeling in front of Eames, slick with sweat and fully impaled. His own weight pushes Arthur down and Eames' cock must brush against his prostate, because his ass tightens rhythmically, threatening to squeeze all the come from Eames, and his moaning, his moaning, it's shameless and desperate and it echoes around the empty room.
Arthur turns, this time to smile, his hair falling into his face. And he raises himself on his knees and slams back down, gasping, fucking himself on the cock inside him, and Eames is at a loss for words, watching his cock pump in and out of Arthur.
"Fuck," groans Eames. He fumbles with the buttons on Arthur's waistcoat, his shirt, goddammit why does Arthur have so many buttons, and he wraps his other hand around Arthur's cock. Finally Arthur's shirt slides off, and Eames sinks his teeth into the slope of a shoulder, and Arthur goes rigid before he is coming in spurts all over Eames' hand, and his ass closes in around Eames' cock and moves all around him and he's coming too, fuck, oh sweet Jesus.
Lungs burning, Eames catches Arthur just in time as he tips over backward, exhausted.
"Good idea, or best idea?" he asks Arthur.
"No," says Arthur weakly. "Just no."
"Except totally yes," says Eames.
"Except-- except no," says Arthur. "We're getting separate rooms at the hotel."
"Except totally just the one room," says Eames. "With just the one bed."
"Somehow," says Arthur, "you always win these arguments."
"It was good for you too, darling," says Eames. "Don't I know it."
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I died FUCK /fans self
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shit. /keeps fanning. (also, "somehow you always win these arguments." awwww lol, oh boys.)
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captcha: thought programs
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Sweet Jesus. Unf.
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- writer anon ♥
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is all I can articulate at the moment
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