Prompt Post No. 6
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Welcome to Round 6 of the Inception Kink Meme. This post will be closed to new prompts once it reaches three thousand comments. Also, please check our updated rules.
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Welcome to Round 6 of the Inception Kink Meme. This post will be closed to new prompts once it reaches three thousand comments. Also, please check our updated rules.
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"Oh, I can," Eames says, emphasizing his words with a firm tongue that dips into Arthur until he can't stop himself from shivering into it, pressing back just a little and Eames huffs, amused. "And I am," he adds, and then he does something with his lips and teeth on the rim of Arthur's asshole that punches all the remaining oxygen out of Arthur's lungs, until he's breathing harsh and loud, the only sound in the room his desperate struggle for breath, and incongruously, he knows that somehow, he's loosening up, he's relaxing, under Eames' sure hands - for Eames.
"That's it, darling," Eames mutters into Arthur's skin, and then there's a wet finger sliding in along with his tongue and Arthur, who usually prides himself on noticing details, has no idea when or how he managed to get the lube. He tries to resist the invasion, tries to clench down but all Eames does is hum and lick around his finger and wait - he waits until Arthur's body has accepted that he's not going anywhere and then he just keeps pushing, keeps fucking him open with his finger and his tongue while Arthur holds himself absolutely still for it, not sure anymore whether he wants to lean in or move away.
Arthur can feel himself clench down again when Eames presses another finger inside and Eames hums, then turns his fingers minutely and firmly presses down on something that makes Arthur want to melt into the bed, dignity and resistance forgotten. He can't believe the sound he makes, the choked whine that escapes his throat, and he can hear the grin in Eames' voice when he starts talking again.
"You liked that, didn't you?" he asks, and then he does it again, chuckling when Arthur gasps in reaction. "It's been a while, hasn't it, darling?" he goes on, fingers still moving in Arthur, sending shockwaves of pleasure and discomfort up Arthur's spine. "You're so tight around me, and that reaction - I bet you'd forgotten how good it feels to have someone touch you there, love." He's right, of course he is, but Arthur isn't about to tell him that it's been almost eight years since the last time he let somebody fuck him. Eames might ask why, and Arthur is not going to volunteer that explanation any time soon.
"Don't worry," Eames whispers, lips against the skin of Arthur's lower back. "It'll be good, darling, I promise," and his words and the third finger he's pushing slowly inside, pushing him open with a determination that could only belong to Eames, have Arthur shivering under the onslaught of sensation. He screws his eyes closed and tries to keep breathing evenly as he tries to acclimatize to the way Eames is just moving in and taking him.
"I'm not worried," Arthur bites out, in between gasping breaths of air whenever Eames' fingers brush over his prostrate - which is often. "You know perfectly well I'll never let you forget it if you suck," he adds in a rush, and Eames chuckles and kisses the top of Arthur's thigh where it meets his ass, wet and messy.
"I'm sure that I could arrange to suck later on," he says, emphasizing his words so that Arthur can have no doubts as to what he's offering.
"See if I..." he breaks off, refusing to let the 'oh God' out, even if Eames is stretching his fingers apart and it feels like he's trying to push in a fourth, which is gratuitous - Arthur could take him now, and if Arthur knows that, Eames does too.
"Mmm, you were saying, love?" Eames says. He sounds remarkably unaffected.
"See if I let you anywhere near me after this," Arthur gasps out when Eames' pinky is added to the width already stretching him, his body barely resisting anymore, and he sighs and for the first time tries to consciously relax, letting his head hang down between his arms.
"That's it, love," Eames whispers, and this time he sounds a little breathless, finally. "And I'll have all of today to change your mind, won't I?" he adds, leaning down to drop a kiss on Arthur's shoulder blade and Arthur had almost forgotten that Eames is still fully dressed until he feels the fabric of Eames' shirt against his back.
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