Prompt Post No. 17
Welcome to Round 17 of the Inception Kink Meme.
Prompting System
- Prompt post will temporarily close to new prompts at 2000 comments.
- Forty-eight hours later, post will reopen to new prompts and temporarily close again when 4000 comments are reached.
- Forty-eight hours later, post will reopen to new prompts and permanently close to all new prompts ( Read more... )
If there was one thing Arthur prided himself on, it was his poker face. His penchant for keeping his composure flustered victims, lovers and business partners alike, and he could never help but crack a tiny smile when they would eventually huff in frustration and give up the fight. His persona was a product of self-defense, good training and hard work, and damned if that composure be broken by something so simple as a skittering of fingers across his neck.
Eames was infuriating; he was the kind of person Arthur despised with all of his heart-the kind that incessantly poked at him, trying to find that spot, that one button that would finally crack his facade. That silly British charm, those aggravating little winks thrown in his direction.... Arthur had no trouble brushing them off with an indifferent stare. But fuck, if the forger had one thing going for him (beyond being almost irritatingly gorgeous), it was persistence.
“Arthur, darling,” Eames purred, fingertips brushing across the flesh just above his collar, “You haven't looked up once from that laptop in a full two hours.”
“I'm very busy, Mr. Eames,” he replied, lips thinning the smallest bit as Eames dragged a callous-rough thumb down his jaw, smoothing it against the shell of his ear. “And you should be working as well.”
“Loosen up,” Eames grinned, all lush lips and crooked teeth, his long, deft fingers dancing dangerously close to the corner of Arthur's mouth. “Live a little, pet.”
Arthur shot him a dangerous glare, calculating and quick, before turning his face and biting down onto the pad of Eames' thumb, his tongue barely brushing the salty flesh. The rest of the team had already left for lunch-there was no one around to witness the sudden hitch in Eames' breath, or the shudder that made its way up his spine.
Eames' big hand trembled slightly, and Arthur let his thumb go, dragging his moist bottom lip down the digit before nipping at the soft webbing between thumb and forefinger. Eames huffed out a surprised breath, and Arthur let his eyes flutter shut for the barest moment, worrying the flesh between his teeth.
“Now, Mr. Eames,” Arthur continued, pulling back and meeting Eames' dark, smoldering eyes, “I suggest you go and get some lunch, and leave me to my work.”
Eames obeyed with a quirk of his lips, saliva-slicked fingers skimming Arthur's shoulder as he left, and if he noticed the keycard Arthur slipped into his bag, well, he didn't mention it.
~
Reply
“Shut up,” Arthur said, his low hiss belying the fondness behind the words, and Eames raked his fingernails up his chest, Arthur's hips bucking up helplessly in response.
“You're insufferable,” Arthur growled, catching Eames' wrist and wrapping his lips around his pinky finger, swirling his tongue around the digit and hollowing out his cheeks.
“So I've been told,” Eames laughed, dropping his head back with a groan as Arthur lapped at his fingertips, saliva glistening against the flesh. “So I've been told.”
Reply
The last part especially was such a great visualization, HNNRGH yeesssss... Arthur just can't get enough! He's already skewered mouth to arse /fan self
Thank you for the fill wonderful author anon, it was DELICIOUS and definitely hit my kink!
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment