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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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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