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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The hands on his hips gripped tighter, hard enough to bruise. They pulled Arthur back, keeping him skewered as Bear jerked inside him, deep stuttering thrusts. He came in Arthur’s ass with a grunt, collapsing onto Arthur’s back and forcing him to the mattress.
“Yeah, yeah,” someone moaned. Arthur twisted his head until he could see Blondie jerking himself off.
He struggled to push himself up on shaking arms, fighting against Bear’s weight. He fought to turn his head and pressed his nose into Blondie’s balls, mouthing at them till he took the hint. Then there was a hard cock pressing into his mouth, insistent. Arthur pressed his tongue flat against the cock as Blondie rocked slowly into his mouth. Arthur moaned and Blondie jerked inside him. Bear climbed off his back and Arthur gasped as his softening dick slipped from his hole.
“Take it, boy.” A hand pressed hard into the back of his head, forcing him down onto Blondie until the cock hit the back of his throat. Arthur gagged, choking around the obstruction.
“Suck it, boy,” Bear ordered and Arthur’s throat was relaxing, letting the cock slide deeper inside him until he could swallow around it.
Bear pulled his head back by the hair, letting him gasp two quick breaths before forcing him back down, again, again and again, until Arthur was lost in the rhythm.
“Get on him,” someone grunted, “get on that ass and fuck him.”
“Yeah, turn him over. Let me into that tight ass.”
Arthur was pulled back from the cock, Blondie struggling to follow. Tattoo flipped him onto his back. The Twink pulled him further onto the bed so he was stretched out side to side. Arthur raised a shaky arm, groping, hand seeking the hot, hard flesh of Blondie’s cock. His fingers closed around the velvet flesh and he used it to pull Blondie forward, pull that cock back into his mouth.
“Look at him. He’s so hungry for it.” There was a sharp slap on his thigh. “Slut.”
“Fuck him.”
“I’m gonna come in your ass.”
Arthur looked down the length of his body, eyes half-lidded, as his legs were pushed up until his feet were flat on the mattress. Brunette was kneeling between Arthur’s thighs, holding his legs apart. He pulled Arthur forward by the hips until Arthur’s ass was propped on his thighs.
Blondie’s dick slipped from his mouth with a slick pop. Twink crawled up behind Brunette, leaning into his back. He reached around and grabbed Arthur’s legs by the knees, pulling until Arthur’s ankles were hooked over Brunettes shoulders. Arthur wriggled, got a good grip on Brunettes shoulders, pressing his hole against the waiting cock. Twink stroked his ankle, pressing soft kisses against the sole of Arthur’s foot.
Tattoo pressed a tube of lube into Twink’s hand. Arthur watched as Twink used it to slick Brunette’s dick in smooth, sure strokes.
“Now,” Arthur said, barely recognising his own voice.
“He thinks he’s calling the shots,” Tattoo said, “he needs something better to so with his mouth.”
Blondie shuffled around in the narrow strip of mattress behind Arthur’s head. He straddled Arthur’s face, leaning forward and feeding his dick back into Arthur’s mouth. The angle was awkward, but Blondie was relentless. He pushed forward, forward, until he was buried deep in Arthur’s throat, his balls pressing into Arthur’s nose. He rocked gently into Arthur, letting Arthur get into a rhythm, breathing through his nose and constricting his throat around Blondie’s cock.
Blondie was moaning over and over. He fell forward onto his hands, bracketing Arthur’s body. Arthur closed his eyes and settled into the sensation of being taken, used.
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Arthur groaned at the feel of a large sloppy mouth closing around his cock. He struggled to keep his rhythm, swallow-suck-breathe, almost choking on the cock in his throat. Not enough, he thought, half-panicked and desperate, making a high, needy, keening noise. Too much and not enough. Arthur wanted to come, needed to come. He needed Brunette harder, deeper. He needed to be fucked properly.
A hand pulled his head back by the hair, pressing him back into the mattress. The mouth pulled away from his dick. Arthur opened his eyes, blearily. Blondie was talking.
“I’m gonna, I’m gonna, I’m gonna fucking come,” he said, over and over again in a guttural voice as he rocked into Arthur’s mouth.
It was shallower with Tattoo holding his head down, just catching Arthur’s throat, forcing Arthur to gag again and again in time with the rolling hips. Arthur tried to prepare, but it still caught him by surprise. Hot salty fluid flooded his mouth. He choked on it, spluttering and swallowing as Blondie shuddered through his climax.
Blondie fell sideways off him onto the bed and Arthur gulped down a lungful of air, his head clearing a little. He looked over into the far corner again, needing some sort of connection. Eames was leaning forward, legs spread and elbows propped on his knees. There was a flush across his cheeks and his lips were parted and wet. Arthur smiled at him and Eames licked his lips again.
“You look so hot like that, darling. Sweaty and dirty and squirming on the end of a stranger’s dick.”
Arthur moaned and braced his shoulders, dropping his feet to the mattress and using it as leverage to force himself down on Brunette’s cock, finally getting the depth he needed. Eames bit down hard on his own bottom lip.
“Yes, darling, just like that.”
Arthur repeated the move, eyes locked with Eames until Brunette thrust into him almost brutally. Arthur tore his eyes away from Eames, arching up from the bed. His eyes slammed closed as Brunette set a punishing pace. He took Arthur hard, hands wrapped tight around Arthur’s thighs. Arthur’s shoulders were driven into the broken springs of the battered sex-stained mattress.
It was too much. Arthur gasped, his hands grappling for purchase. His fingers closed on a hot hairy thigh and he squeezed. Bear groaned deep and then Arthur was being smothered by wet lips, a large tongue forcing its way into his mouth. Rough hair scraped at his cheeks and Arthur arched up from the bed again. Bear pulled back from the kiss to look at him.
“Boy, you’ve got me hard again. Fucking yourself on that big, juicy cock.”
Arthur looked down at Bear’s cock, hard again and already dripping precome. Bear lifted Arthur’s hand from its death grip on his leg and moved it to his cock. Arthur closed his fingers around the hard length, still slick from fucking him, coming in him. He stroked it in time with Brunette’s brutal thrusts.
“Oh shit. I’m coming.” Brunette gasped.
Arthur swore as the cock pulled out of him and he was left empty. Brunette was stroking himself.
“Come in his hole,” Twink said.
Arthur wanted to agree, but he didn’t have the breath for words, so he watched. There were hands on his ass, pulling his cheeks apart, Tattoo on one side and Blondie on the other. Brunette jerked himself faster. As Arthur watched, he stilled, riding out his orgasm with aborted thrusts into his own hand, stomach muscles twitching and shoulders shuddering as Twink pressed his lips to them. The hot fluid landed on his hole and started dripping down the cleft of his ass.
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“Yes,” Arthur moaned, “Yes. I want it. I want it in me. Put it in me.”
Brunette jerked once more into his hand, riding out the aftershocks. He lined his cock up with Arthur’s hole and pushed slowly back inside. Arthur moaned at the slickness of it, arousal burning through him. The softening cock pressed back in, a slow, sated rhythm that drove Arthur crazy. He jerked harder on Bear’s cock in retaliation, needing more. Hungry for more.
“Move over,” Twink was saying, pulling Brunette away by the shoulders. Brunette went easily, tension leached from his body with orgasm in a way Arthur was desperate to feel, his skin crawling with it.
Then Twink was pushing at Arthur’s hips, bending him so that his lower body was twisted sideways on the bed, his shoulders still pressed flat. He pulled Arthur’s legs apart and hooked one of them over his shoulder. Twink spat into his hand and used it to pump his already hard cock once before guiding himself into Arthur’s hot, sticky hole.
He fell forward with a groan, bending Arthur’s leg in a way that would have been uncomfortable if his body wasn’t pumped full of endorphins and adrenaline. He pressed open mouthed kisses to Arthur’s collar bone and pushed into Arthur with a twist of his hips at his deepest point that rolled his cock across Arthur’s prostate. Awkward as the position was, Arthur couldn’t help but push back into the movement.
“Take it, slut,” Bear ordered. Arthur squeezed his ass around Twink’s dick and pulled hard on Bear.
“Oh yeah, boy. I’m gonna cover you in come.” He shuffled forward on his knees until he was poised over Arthur’s chest.
Twink moved his head, turning to watch Arthur jerk Bear off, still buried to the hilt in Arthur’s ass. Arthur squeezed around him again and delighted in the choked, desperate moan he got in response as Twink struggled to stay still inside him.
“Make me come. Make me come, boy.”
Arthur pulled harder, faster, drawing deep growling sounds from that broad, hairy chest.
“That’s it,” Blondies said, “Milk him.”
Twink stuttered inside him again, and Arthur almost felt sorry for him, struggling not to come.
Bear jerked up into Arthurs hand once, twice, and came with a groan. His come landed in thick hot streaks across Arthur’s chest.
“Yeah,” he growled as he came for endless seconds, “fuck, yeah.”
Twink made a broken sound, fingers reaching for the mess on Arthur’s chest. Arthur arched up into the touch and Twink lost control, pounding into Arthur’s ass a hand full of times with no finesse. The teasing twist of his hips was gone and Arthur rode it out, meeting him halfway.
“I can’t,” Twink gasped, and froze. His head fell back and Arthur watched the long column of his throat as he felt Twink emptying himself into his ass with broken thrusts.
Bear ran a hand across Arthur’s chest, scooping up some of his own come. He pressed two slick coated fingers into Arthur’s mouth, holding them the while Arthur cleaned them. He pulled them free with a pop.
“Touch me,” Arthur croaked, throat rough with sex and misuse, aching from being fucked. He wanted it to be an order, but it came out more like a plea. Bear laughed, a gruff deep sound. Twink pulled out of him. Arthur keened. “Please.”
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Blondie manoeuvred him so that Arthur was leaning most of his weight into his chest, then reached down and steered Tattoo’s cock up to his hole.
“That’s it,” he said, urging Arthur to push down, to impale himself on it. “Take it.”
Arthur sunk down onto the Tattoo’s cock, shuddering. Blondie’s hands slid up and down his back, urging him to lean forward. Tattoo’s hips snapped up lazily, sending jolts of pleasure through Arthur. His hands slid up Arthur’s thighs and onto his ass, pulling his cheeks apart. A slick thumb slid across the join where Tattoos dick disappeared inside him. And then Arthur was gasping as the thumb pressed inside him above the dick. The stretch was incredible, almost too much, too full. His hole was burning with the pressure of it.
“Can you take more?” Bear’s voice was gruff as he panted the words against Arthur’s ear. “Can you, boy? How much can you take?”
Arthur gasped two tight painful breaths into his burning chest, and fought to get the words out to tell them what he needed.
“Yes,” he breathed, barely a sound, “yes. Everything, all of it.”
“Jesus, Arthur.”
Arthur rolled his head on Tattoo’s painted chest, struggling to see Eames watching in his corner. He had his pants open and Arthur could see his dick sticking out, hard and ready. But Eames wasn’t touching himself, he was watching Arthur, watching Arthur get fucked, as though it was the most amazing thing he’d ever seen. As though Arthur was the most amazing thing he’d ever seen.
Then Arthur was drawn back to his own immediate need as the thumb pulled out and something blunt and impossibly big was stretching at his hole. He gritted his teeth and pressed his forehead into Tattoo’s chest. His eye screwed shut as he tried to ride out the agony-ecstasy of having two cocks pressing inside him. How could he have thought anything else was too much? This was it. This was his breaking point.
Blondie rocked against his back, piercing him with slow, careful rolls of his hips and it was still too much. Arthur moaned and moaned and twitched against Tattoo’s chest. Gasping harsh, painful breaths and trying to relax around the pain. He was lost, beyond words now. Reduced to grunts and moans and high pitched noises he couldn’t even think to be ashamed of. And then it was over. Blondie pulled out of him carefully, and with a deep groan, spattered hot fluid against Arthur’s back and ass.
He missed the fullness when it was gone. Tattoo thrust up into him harder, free now with nothing constricting them. Arthur clung to him, helpless to do anything else. Fingers played across his back and ass, smearing the fluid there, trailing it down to his hole. It breached him scooping that cooling fluid inside, rubbing it on the dick already there. That was too much for Tattoo. He let out a harsh shout and thrust into Arthur, pulling Arthur’s hips down so he could get deeper, deeper, bottoming out in Arthur’s ass. He spasmed and emptied himself deep inside Arthur, collapsing boneless onto the mattress, spent.
Arthur was peeled off him by multiple hands and laid down flat on his back. Mouths pressed gentle kisses into his stomach; sucked hickies onto his biceps, teeth grazed his thighs. No one came close to his dick. Arthur reached down to touch himself, but both his hands were pressed down into the mattress.
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Arthur shook his head, the movement sloppy with lust. Eames knelt between his legs and all the other hands and mouths and bodies slunk away into the shadows that had fallen. Arthur hadn’t noticed the room getting darker, but it must have because the light was dim now, and all he could see was Eames in front of him, running strong hands up and down the inside of his thighs.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” Eames said, his voice low and dirty. “Use their coma as lube? They’ve fucked you open for me.”
He ran two fingers over Arthur’s hole, but didn’t let them dip inside.
“Does it hurt?” He asked, stroking over and over the sticky mess that was Arthur’s ass.
“Yes,” Arthur moaned, “It’s good.”
“You’re slick and used.”
“Yes.”
“Do you feel empty now? Do you want my cock inside you? Fucking you?”
“Yes.”
“Like they fucked you? Hard? Taking you? Using you?”
“Yes. Please.” Arthur squirmed, trying to get those taunting fingers inside him.
Eames leaned down, pressed a series of kisses into Arthur’s inner thigh, heading towards his cock. Suddenly all Arthur could think of was what it would feel like to have Eames lips wrapped around his dick. What it would feel like to come down that throat. He thrust upwards, trying to find some sort of contact for his burning cock.
“Or,” Eames continued, giving no ground, “should I lick into you.” His breath ghosted across Arthur’s hole and Arthur fought to listen. “Should I lick their come from your arse? Suck your hot sore hole until you can’t take it and you come all over yourself without me even touching you?”
“Please.”
“Do you feel empty, Arthur? Or do you feel full? Full of them?” Eames finally slid a finger into him, but the single digit wasn’t nearly enough. Arthur pressed down on it anyway and moaned when Eames pulled it out, slick with the other men’s come
“You’re all sloppy, all messy.” He slid the finger into his own mouth, leaving a trail of come on his plump bottom lip and moaned as if it was the best thing he’s ever tasted. “Do you miss all of those hard cocks in you?”
“Yes.” Arthur whispered, hands gripping into the mattress to stop him touching himself.
“You’re so messy, so sticky and wet, with their come leaking out of your greedy hole. It would be a shame to waste such a prize.”
Then he was moving forward, lining himself up with Arthur’s hole. He was inside in one smooth thrust, Arthur’s ass not even offering token resistance.
He reached up an unsnapped the cock ring that had been holding Arthur back from the brink, careful not to touch is cock.
He leaned forward over Arthur so hi stomach brushed Arthur’s dick with teasing strokes every time he moved inside of Arthur. Arthur’s hands came up to grip at Eames’s sides, his fingers closing tight of ribs and heated flesh.
“Yes, yes, yes.” Arthur said, over and over. A broken litany as he felt Eames brushing up against his prostate, brushing too lightly against his needy cock.
“Are you close, Arthur?” Eames murmured against his ear.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Arthur replied.
“Are you going to come for me like this? With me fucking you, whispering filthy things in you ear?”
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“You’re so wet for me, Arthur. So loose.”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
“I want you to come for me, Darling, like this. I want you to come with me moving inside you, waiting to fill you up. Using five men’s come for lube. Taking your stretched, slick hole. Come for me, Arthur.”
Arthur felt it curling in his gut with purpose, that burning hot arousal. His whole body tensed, trapping Eames in a vice grip, bearing down on his cock and jerking up into his soft stomach. Arthur yelled, letting the white hot haze fall over him, feeling, somewhere in the distance, Eames coming inside of him. He collapsed against the soiled mattress like a puppet who’d had his strings cut. Eames slumping on top of him.
“Wow,” Eames mumbled into Arthur’s collar bone.
Arthur didn’t say anything, didn’t think he’s be able to for a long time.
It was ten minutes later when Eames managed to roll himself off Arthur with a grunt.
“Wow,” he said again.
“Yeah,” Arthur agreed, his voice hoarse.
“Wow.”
Arthur snorted.
“So...Happy Birthday?”
“Best Birthday ever,” Arthur said.
“You know if you have any more porn related fantasies, feel free to share.” Eames rolled onto his side so he was facing Arthur, “it doesn’t have to be a special occasion.”
Arthur turned his head to look at Eames grin and smiled back at him.
The familiar strains of Edith Piaf, floated through the room, and Arthur had a moment to regret not picking something different before he was blinking awake in his bed, tangled in Eames too hot body.
“I told you doing it naked would be easier,” Eames said, running a hand through the sticky mess on Arthur’s naked stomach.
“You were right,” Arthur agreed, feeling generous. He leaned over and pressed a kiss into Eames’s shoulder. “Thank you.”
“Oh, it was my pleasure, darling. Trust me.”
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Ok, so I can't believe that this is almost 5000 words of pure smut!!! Not sure if anyone is still tracking this, but if so, I want you to know that this was amazingly fun to write! Smut isn't usually my thing, but I'm starting to see the appeal ;-)
Also, this was at least in part inspired by this prompt:
http://inception-kink.livejournal.com/19632.html?thread=46431408#t46431408
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