'Truth or Dare' - Arthur/Cobb/Ariadne
Title: Truth or Dare
Pairing: Arthur/Cobb/Ariadne
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own Inception or any of its characters
Word Count: 5,000
Summary: A fill for this prompt at inception_kink
http://community.livejournal.com/inception_kink/11005.html?page=17#comments
Author Notes: The POV skips around a bit. It started out Ariadne and then somehow ended up switching to Cobb. Hope it's not too confusing. Also, I'm not happy with the ending, it's way too cheesy but I couldn't figure out anything better. Sorry if it sucks. :/
Song used is here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Oegyyx1WeU
"It was six months after the inception job when Arthur and Ariadne decided to drop by to visit Cobb. It was Arthur’s idea. Since meeting Cobb twelve years ago, they’d never gone this long without seeing each other and he found himself missing his friend.
Ariadne also wanted to see him again. During her time on the inception team, she’d developed something of a crush on the older man, and despite now being in a relationship with Arthur, she didn’t see any harm in wanting to spend some time with Cobb as well.
Thankfully, Arthur didn’t have any objections. She’d been a little wary of his reaction when she’d first told him about her feelings for Cobb, wondering if maybe he’d find it too weird that his girlfriend had a crush on was having filthy sexual fantasies about his best friend, but he’d just chuckled and said “You too? I’ve been wondering how to tell you the same thing for a while. Looks like you saved me the trouble.”
So, that solved that problem.
Arthur notified Cobb of their intentions with a phone call, and a sitter was arranged for the children and a time was set.
Cobb greeted them both with a broad smile and a quick hug and ushered them inside.
After getting comfortable in the living room - Arthur and Ariadne next to each other on the couch and Cobb in the armchair across the coffee table - they opened a bottle of wine and begin to chat.
For a while they filled each other in on how things have been going since they last saw each other. Ariadne was gratified to see that Cobb looked a lot more relaxed and content than he had been the last time she had seen him. Apparently, his problems with Mal had gone for good.
A couple of glasses of wine later, Ariadne suggested playing Truth or Dare. This prompted a simultaneous groan from Arthur and Cobb.
“What are we, 15?” Cobb asked with a roll of the eyes.
“It’ll be fun.” Ariadne insisted.
“By ‘fun’, she means ‘humiliating.’” Arthur stage whispered to Cobb.
But both men were just tipsy enough not to put up further argument.
The first few rounds of truth were fairly innocent. It was discovered that Arthur had cheated on a test in second grade and become so wracked with guilt that he turned himself in, much to his teacher’s amusement.
Ariadne’s most embarrassing moment was when in grade 9, she had gone commando for a day on a dare and a gust of wind blew her skirt up in front of the practically the whole school.
Cobb’s deepest fear as a three year old had been vacuum cleaners, in fact he still didn’t like them much and no, he will not elaborate as to why thank you very much moving on.
The dares also began fairly mundanely. Arthur had to eat a spoonful of flour which he managed to do with an almost straight face (though Ariadne and Cobb had difficulty suppressing their giggles.)
Ariadne had to sing a song deliberately off key and have it recorded for future blackmail purposes. Arthur took great delight in picking the most ridiculous song he could think of: Party in the USA by Miley Cyrus.
And Cobb picked another truth because there was a certain gleam in Ariadne’s eyes when it came to his next turn that was truly frightening.
At first she reacted by pouting cutely, but when he didn’t relent an evil look came over her face and Cobb realised that she could make truth could just as embarrassing as dare.
“I think these truths have been a little too tame. So, Cobb. What size is your penis?”
She said this in a casual tone that one might use to enquire about the weather.
Cobb choked a little on his wine.
Ariadne just looked back at him expectantly, with an innocent wide eyed look that was completely undermined by the hint of a wicked smirk twitching her lips.
Cobb shot a pleading look at Arthur, who merely chuckled and said “I did warn you that she’d make this awkward. Now hurry up and answer. Enquiring minds want to know.”
Cobb muttered something under his breath that sounded like “Enquiring minds? More like nosy perverts.”
Ariadne grinned. “Yep, and proud of it. Now spill. And don’t pretend you’ve never measured because I won’t believe you.”
“Nor will I.” Arthur added.
Cobb sighed. “Alright, alright. Six and a half inches.”
Arthur and Ariadne both responded to this with an approving “Nice.”
Cobb rolled his eyes and took another sip of wine, most likely in an attempt to hide the faint blush colouring his cheeks.
From that point on, the game continued in at a more adult angle than it had been previously, as neither Cobb nor Arthur were willing to let Ariadne outdo them.
It was Ariadne’s turn next. She picked truth.
“Ok, what’s the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done?” Cobb asked, not really expecting a very exciting answer. The way he figured it, Ariadne talked big, but was actually an innocent, delicate flower at heart. She just looked too damn tiny and young and cute to be into anything wilder than missionary with the lights out. And hell, she was dating straight laced, uptight Arthur for God’s sake.
This is why he choked on his drink again when, after a few moments deliberation she replied “Eating out my best friend while her boyfriend fucked me from behind.”
Ariadne smiled smugly and Arthur failed at hiding a smirk at Cobb’s shocked reaction.
“What, you didn’t think she was an innocent rose, did you?” Arthur asked in an amused tone.
“I- uh.” Cobb opened and shut his mouth comically for a few seconds, before falling silent, clearly indicating, that yes, yes he kinda had.
Ariadne laughed. She loved it when people underestimated her.
Now it was Arthur’s turn. He also picked truth.
“What’s your favourite sex position?” Ariadne asked, already knowing full well what the answer was, just hoping that it would make Cobb choke again. She wasn’t disappointed.
“Well, if I’m fucking someone, I like them riding me. If I’m the one getting fucked, I prefer it against the wall or bent over a table.” Arthur answered, taking another sip of wine with perfect nonchalance.
When Cobb stopped coughing, he carefully put his glass down on the table and said “You’re both trying to kill me aren’t you?”
“Aww, are we offending your delicate sensibilities, Dom?” Arthur teased.
“No. No. I just... I wouldn’t have expected either of you to be so...um...” He flailed around for a suitable word, was unsuccessful and trailed off.
“Liberated?” Ariadne offered with a wine-induced giggle.
“Depraved?” Arthur supplied at the same time.
“Something like that.” Cobb agreed.
There were a few moments of silence that threatened to become awkward, so Arthur diverted their attention back to the game by asking Cobb “Truth or Dare?”
“Truth.”
“What’s the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you during sex?”
Cobb thought for a few moments, and then said “Um, I suppose there was the time at high school when I slipped off for a quickie in the supply closet. The janitor walked in on me getting a blowjob from... damn, I can’t remember his name now. Jack...or John or something like that. Anyway, it was mortifying. Our parents got called and everything. In fact, his parents forbade him from seeing me again. Shame too. He gave damn good head.”
Now it was Arthur and Ariadne’s turn to choke with surprise. Apparently there was a lot the three of them thought they knew about each that they really hadn’t.
Ariadne recovered quickly “Oh, did Mal know she had competition?” She asked teasingly.
Cobb looked immediately uncomfortable, and Ariadne was about to apologise, thinking he hadn’t wanted to be reminded of his late wife, but then he said “Well, actually...she didn’t like giving blowjobs. In fact, she really hated them. So she never, uh, did that.”
“Really?”
“Never?”
Cobb shook his head. “Never. I mean, I missed it of course, but I wasn’t about to ask her to do something she wasn’t comfortable with.”
“So, how long has it been since you had one?” Ariadne asked.
“Um. Let’s see. It was before I started dating Mal, so...hell, at least ten years.” He answered, sounding mournful.
“Ten years?!” Ariadne exclaimed.
Arthur winced sympathetically.
There was a pause while this information was absorbed, then Arthur asked Ariadne “Truth or Dare?”
She took a moment to answer, because she was busy thinking about how she’d like to fix the issue of Cobb’s blowjob deprivation.
“Dare.”
Arthur thought for a few moments, and then said “Do a striptease down to your underwear.”
Ariadne nodded matter-of-factly (but was inwardly squeeing, because she had already begun to form an evil plot to seduce Cobb and Arthur,) reached into her handbag and pulled out her iPod.
“I know I’ve got some stripper appropriate music on here somewhere.” She mused as she searched.
“Ok, here’s one.”
'Come Up and Try My New Parts’" from Repo! The Genetic Opera started playing.
I want a hit of Z, and we’re not talking for free
The scarf went first, which she seductively trailed across Arthur’s chest before tossing it away. (She suddenly wished she had a feather boa, which would have done that a whole lot more effectively.)
A game of give and take, baby I’ll give ‘til I break
She shimmied her hips a little as she started slowly unbuttoning her blouse, exposing soft, pale skin one inch at a time.
But I ain’t nobody’s fool
She’d absentmindedly began to mouth along to the words.
This bitch knows the rules
She shrugged the shirt off her shoulders and did a little twirl as she let it fall to the ground. She was wearing a pale yellow bra that was patterned with little daisies and had a bow in the centre. Cobb wasn’t sure whether this was a surprise or not. The style was what he (until a couple of hours ago) would have expected of Ariadne, but the whole stripping to a song about whoring oneself out for drugs in front of her boyfriend and his best friend thing, not so much.
Now, he almost wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d been hiding a corset, garters and fishnets under her modest clothing. But as it was, the current attire was so ridiculously out of place with the stripping theme that it was both funny, and sexier than it had any right to be.
I’ll let you fuck my soul
She punctuated this with another movement of her hips as she started to undo her belt. She smirked when she saw she had a captive audience - both men were staring, looking slightly dazed - and added a hair-toss in for good measure.
For a hit of that glow
She undid the top button of her jeans, still swaying her hips in time to the music.
So come on, climb on, man up, come up and try my new parts
Then the zip.
Come on and break ‘em in
She slowly tugged the fabric down over her hips.
We both know what we want, come up and try my new parts
It must have been Cobb and Arthur's imagination that she mouther 'all' instead of 'both.'
Her panties didn’t match her bra. They were a similar style: innocent and cutesy and nothing like what you would expect a girl who did the things Ariadne had unashamedly admitted she had done to wear. If anything, they were even more innocent and cutesy than the bra. Pale pink cotton briefs with silver lace trim and two more bows, one on each hip. Again, the incongruity somehow added to the allure.
Cobb shot Arthur a look that said “Your girlfriend is really weird. And really hot. How the hell do these two things combine?”
Arthur’s answering expression clearly conveyed the message “Your guess is as good as mine.”
Any way you want, know you want to take me
Another swish of her hips as the jeans slipped lower, exposing creamy thighs.
Take me, I can take it baby; don’t care where you put it, why don’t you surprise me?
She spun and shot another one of those evil, seductive smirks over her should as she shook her ass.
Cobb felt his throat constrict and his pants grow a little tighter. A quick glance proved Arthur to be in a similar state.
Come on, work me, know you like it naughty, ooh naughty boy take me, and I ain’t asking
The jeans were now entirely off and she stepped out of them, a little awkwardly because she was still wearing shoes, but again, this did not detract from the sexiness even though it should have.
Come up and try my new parts, bow down and break ‘em in
She finished by running her hands through her hair, then trailing them down her body and freezing in that pose as the song reached its end.
Then she abruptly returned to normal, sitting back down on the couch, crossing her legs and taking a sip of wine as though she’d never moved from her previous position and was not currently half naked in a room with two aroused men.
“Truth or Dare?” She asked Arthur. She was hoping he would pick dare. Her plan was beginning to take shape.
“Dare.”
Yay.
“Lick chocolate sauce off Cobb’s stomach.”
Cobb only seemed mildly surprised, probably just drunk enough to go with it without argument, as Ariadne had been hoping.
If Arthur was surprised he didn’t show it. He just fixed her with a look that said “I know you’re planning something.”
Cobb stood up a little shakily and said “Probably got chocolate sauce around here somewhere,” and stumbled off to the kitchen to go search.
Ariadne took this opportunity to inform Arthur of her plan while Cobb was out of earshot.
“What do you say to the idea of seducing Cobb?” Ariadne whispered, grinning.
“Oh no. No, no, no. Bad idea.”
“Why?” She pouted.
“It just is. And don’t think you can manipulate me with that look.”
Humph. She could and would.
“Come on Arthur. I know you want him too.” She said, sliding closer.
“That doesn’t mean it’s a good idea. We’ve been friends for years. I was best man at his wedding! It’d just be too weird.”
“Aw, come on Arthur! Please? It’ll be fun!” She put on her best pleading puppy face.
“Besides, the poor man hasn’t had a blowjob in 10 years! As his best friend, you totally owe him this.”
When it looked like Arthur was going to say no again, she hurriedly continued, whispering in his ear “And besides, it’s a mutually beneficial arrangement. Remember, you told me how much you wanted to suck him off? How much you wanted to feel his fingers curling through your hair, hear him moan your name, taste him when he comes in your mouth.”
Arthur shuddered slightly. Ariadne smiled, knowing she was getting close to victory.
“Think about how we could make him moan and whimper and tremble and beg.”
Arthur made a little noise in the back of his throat at that image.
“Come on. We absolutely have to do this. When are we ever going to get another opportunity?”
She held her breath as he looked at her for a long moment, and then he sighed and shook his head and she knew she’d won.
“Yay! Thank you! This is going to be so awesome.” She squeaked and threw her arms around Arthur’s neck.
“Assuming, of course, that Cobb agrees to this.”
“Oh, he will.”
Ariadne moved back to her original spot just as Cobb came back into the room, carrying a bottle of chocolate sauce.
He went as if to sit back down on his chair, but then paused and said “I suppose I have to lie down for this, don’t I?”
Nodding, Arthur and Ariadne stood and Cobb took their place on the couch.
He was blushing faintly as he pulled his shirt up to expose a nicely-muscled abdomen. Although he was clearly embarrassed about it, Ariadne was pleased to note that he was half-hard, whether from her little show earlier of from anticipation of what was to come next she wasn’t sure. She hoped it was both.
Arthur knelt down beside Cobb and, with slightly shaky hands took the cap off the bottle and squeezed a line of chocolate down Cobb’s stomach, right from the base of his sternum almost to the waistband of his trousers.
Cobb’s blush deepened as Arthur lowered his mouth and slowly began to lick. Arthur casually rested one hand against Cobb’s hip as he worked his way up. The fingers kept moving infinitesimally, just brushing over the skin in a way that just had to be deliberate.
Cobb tried to keep from squirming or making any sound but Arthur was swirling his tongue into his navel and looking up at him through his lashes and Cobb could swear the bastard was smirking and all Cobb could think about was wishing those sinful lips would move lower and goddamn fuck he was so hard now it would be impossible for Arthur not to notice.
When all the chocolate was gone, Arthur pulled back a little way, licking his lips. He smiled when he saw the evidence that Cobb had enjoyed that just as much as he had.
Cobb looked from Arthur, who was eyeing the bulge in his pants hungrily, to Ariadne, who was doing the same thing with that infernal smirk on again.
Realization dawned.
“You- you’re trying to seduce me, aren’t you?”
“Very astute.” Arthur said.
Ariadne just nodded. Then she leaned forward and whispered right in Cobb’s ear “Truth or Dare?”
The tension in the air was tangible. Then Cobb swallowed hard and breathed back “dare.”
“Kiss him.”
Cobb sat up and cupped Arthur’s cheek with one hand and then slowly leant down to press their lips together, unable to keep himself from wondering if this was a dream. But Arthur's lips were warm and soft and pliant and it just felt so good that Cobb decided to go with it, dream or otherwise. Hesitantly he ran his tongue along Arthur's lower lip. Arthur immediately opened his mouth, their tongues met and they both groaned at the intoxicating mixture of wine, chocolate and the unique taste of each other.
Cobb tilted Arthur's head back to deepen the kiss, possessively sucking and nibbling on his bottom lip. Arthur responded enthusiastically, bringing his hands up to tangle through Cobb's hair.
Unfortunately they eventually had to part for air.
Cobb barely had to time to take in a breath before Ariadne replaced Arthur, taking her turn to plunder his mouth.
While Cobb and Ariadne kissed, Arthur began to trail his own path of kisses down Cobb's neck while his hands were busy unbuttoning his shirt.
Ariadne turned her attention to the newly exposed skin of Cobb's chest, circling her tongue over a nipple until it hardened in her mouth, while she tugged and pinched the other.
Arthur kissed Cobb again, capturing his groans of pleasure at Ariadne's ministrations.
Ariadne ran her hands up Cobb's thighs, feeling the tense muscles, the way his hips twitched forwards of their own accord as she got closer to his groin, the way he was straining against the fabric, achingly hard now.
She undid his belt buckle, zip and button and Cobb lifted his hips so she could drag his trousers and boxers down enough to knee level.
She wrapped her hand around him and stroked once, just getting a feel for its size and shape. Then she lapped a single drop of pre come from the tip. Cobb moaned and his dick jerked in her hand, squeezing out another drop of pre come.
God, he really was desperate. It was hot.
She groaned as she ran her tongue from base to tip, and then swirled her tongue around the swollen head.
"Oh, oh God," Cobb panted as she slowly took him into her mouth, sucking hard, tongue working against the sensitive vein on the underside while her hand stroked the base.
A few seconds later, Arthur joined her between his legs and they were working together to drive him crazy with desire. Cobb tangled one hand through Ariadne's hair and the other through Arthur's as they both began to lick up and down the length of his dick, their tongues crossing against each other in the process.
After a minute, they switch techniques again. Ariadne went back to sucking him, now using faster strokes while Arthur turned his attentions to Cobb's balls.
He ran his tongue over the soft velvety skin, tracing teasing little patterns until Cobb whimpered "Arthur please, please."
Obligingly, Arthur sucked Cobb's balls into his hot mouth, laving over them with his tongue and Cobb cried out Arthur’s name in ecstasy. Then Cobb arched and hissed as Ariadne’s tongue did something magical and oh oh fuck the dual sensation was pure heaven.
Tension gathered as the pleasure built higher and higher, almost overwhelming in its intensity.
“Fuck, Ariadne! Arthur!” He moaned. “Nggh, so good.”
He was getting close. He writhed restlessly, torn between needing release and wanting it to last as long as possible.
Cobb dimly noted that they’d switched tasks again, and that Arthur was now the one looking up at him, lips swollen, eyes dark with arousal. He trailed his fingers over Arthur’s hollowed cheeks, marvelling at how gorgeous he was.
Then he couldn’t think anymore because Arthur took him right to the back of his throat and swallowed around him.
“Oh fuck, Arthur fuck!” Cobb gasped, feeling his tenuous grip on control waver.
Then Arthur started humming, just as Ariadne pressed one finger against his perineum and Cobb lost all control. Wave after wave of blindingly intense pleasure rushed through him and all he could do was arch desperately, throw his head back and scream like a wanton slut as he spilt into Arthur’s mouth.
Cobb could do nothing but squirm and whimper as Arthur kept sucking gently, drawing the last aftershocks from his trembling, spent body.
When he opened his eyes again, another shudder ran through him at the sight of Ariadne licking the last traces of his release from Arthur’s mouth, both moaning as they kissed.
When they parted, they both looked up at Cobb, taking in his dishevelled and blissed-out state in with smug expressions.
“Did we beat Jack or John or whatever his name was?” Arthur asked, smiling like he already knew the answer.
“Not that you need your egos stroked, but yes. By a mile. That was just...wow.”
“We are pretty awesome.” Ariadne commented.
“We could do with having some other things stroked.” Arthur added.
With an eye roll, Cobb pulled Arthur up for a kiss and began unbuttoning his shirt. Arthur hummed with approval as Cobb ran his hands over the newly exposed skin, exploring the lines and planes of his chest, rubbing and pinching his already-hard nipples.
When they parted for air, Arthur stepped back a little to shrug his shirt off completely, and Ariadne took his place kissing Cobb. He stroked his hands up and down her sides, smoothing over her soft curves with teasingly light touches.
Then he reached up to unhook her bra. She broke the kiss to remove it, and then brought their lips back together again. Cobb cupped her soft, pert breasts, mapping their size and shape. They were a perfect handful each. He squeezed gently and when she moaned against his mouth he squeezed a little harder.
He broke the kiss and began trailing soft bites down her neck, shoulder, collarbone until he reached her breasts. He sucked one rosy nipple into his mouth and pinched the other. She moaned and whispered “harder.” He obliged, pinching harder and tugging at the other with his teeth. She gave a throaty groan of approval.
Then she emitted a high pitched whine, and Cobb looked over her shoulder to see that Arthur had tugged her panties off and had slipped a finger between her slick folds, just teasing the entrance, not pushing inside yet.
She growled in frustration and pushed her hips back, but Arthur withdrew his hand. Before she could protest, he took her gently by the hips and whispered ‘turn around and lie back.”
She complied, sitting half on the couch, half on Cobb's lap, with one leg up over the armrest of the couch, soaked panties still dangling from that foot.
Arthur ran his tongue over her sex in one long, slow swipe and her breath caught in her throat with a strangled sound.
Then Arthur blew a stream of cool air over her aching clit. She whimpered and arched her hips up, but he moved away from where she wanted him most, moved his tongue over her opening again, still not pressing in.
“Goddammit Arthur, just hurry up an-“
Cobb leaned down to kiss her, cutting off her pleas. He pinched her nipples again, kneading her breasts roughly as she cried out and squirmed against them with desperation.
Arthur continued to avoid her clit, only occasionally brushing over it with too-light pressure. Ariadne clenched one hand tightly in Arthur’s hair and growled, letting him know in no uncertain terms that he was going to do this properly. Now.
Getting the message, Arthur pressed two fingers inside her and began circling his tongue over her clit with rough strokes.
“Yes!” She moaned. “Arthur, Cobb, fuck!
Arthur sucked harder on her clit and curled his fingers. Her moans increased in pitch as she came hard, body shaking and tensing, before she finally went limp.
As Ariadne caught her breath, Arthur stood and leaned over her to share her taste with Cobb, who moaned into his mouth at the sweet flavour.
Cobb ran his hands over Arthur’s chest, down to his groin to cup the straining bulge in his pants.
Arthur broke the kiss with a gasp and then whimpered “Dom, please,” against Cobb’s neck.
Cobb gave one more squeeze and then undid the button and zipper. Arthur moved back for a second to tug his pants and boxers down, then surged back to press his needy cock into Cobb’s hand.
One slow stroke from base to tip had Arthur keening. Cobb rubbed his thumb over the slick head, spreading the moisture and stroked again, a little faster.
After a couple more strokes, Cobb released him. Arthur made a noise of discontentment, which turned into a cry of pleasure when Cobb leaned forward and took him into his mouth.
It had been quite a while since Cobb had done this, so it took a few fumbles to establish a good rythym, and he couldn't take him as deep as he would have liked, but Arthur didn't seem to mind.
He was running the fingers of one hand through Cobb's hair, the other hand bracing himself against the back of the couch.
Cobb looked up, watching Arthur's reaction. He was biting at his bottom lip, his hair was mussed and his eyelashes were fluttering.
Cobb groaned and sucked harder, faster, lashing his tongue around the head on every upstroke, wanting to make Arthur lose control completely.
Then Arthur gave a startled little cry and widened his legs, leaning a little further forward.
From Ariadne's smug murmur of approval, Cobb imagined she must be doing something amazingly fithly and wonderful with her tongue. This was confirmed by the way Arthur gasped "Ari!" and the way he couldn't seem to decide whether to press his hips forward into Cobb's mouth or back onto Ariadne's tongue.
Arthur's cries of pleasure were getting more frequent, his breathing more irregular, his hips were starting to jerk further forwards of their own accord despite his attempts to keep still for Cobb's comfort.
Cobb found he didn't even mind; seeing Arthur lost in bliss was more than worth the raw throat he would likely have tomorrow.
He made an encouraging noise around Arthur's dick and squeezed his hip, letting him know that it was ok.
Arthur released his grip on Cobb's hair for a second and brushed the backs of his fingers over Cobb's cheek in a silent combination of sorry and thank you and then tangled them back through his hair.
Cobb let go of Arthur's hip and moved that hand to cradle his balls, squeezing them gently, feeling them full and heavy and tight in his hand as Arthur neared climax.
"Dom!" Arthur moaned reverently, and his fingers tightened in Cobb's hair.
Cobb looked up to see that Ariadne now had one arm around Arthur's chest, playing with his nipples, and was nibbling at his neck. She brought two fingers of her other hand up to Arthur's lips and he sucked on them with a moan. Then she withdrew her slick fingers from his mouth and he cried out as she slid them into his ass.
Arthur went into total sensory overload when she pressed her fingers against his prostate and he screamed incoherently as orgasm overwhelmed him.
Cobb swallowed eagerly, savouring the salty-sweet flavour, making sure he lapped every last of drop from Arthur's twitching cock.
Arthur's legs gave out and he collapsed forward, half onto the couch, half onto Cobb, still panting.
Cobb wrapped an arm around his shoulders and kissed his temple affectionately.
Ariadne flopped down beside Arthur and he in turn put an arm around her shoulders.
They lay snuggled up together in sweaty, satisfied pile for a long time, until they had to get up because they had to shower and get dressed before Cobb had to pick up the kids from the babysitter’s place.
Cobb’s not entirely sure whether this was a one-time thing or not. He doesn’t want to ask, because he’s not sure himself what he wants the answer to be, but then Ariadne makes up his mind for him by brightly asking “So when are we doing this again?”
Cobb can’t think of a coherent answer, and Ariadne just smiles and says “We’ll call you, ok?”
Cobb just nods, still trying to absorb that all this has really happened.
“Ok, great.” She says and stands up on tip-toe to give Cobb a long kiss good-bye.
Arthur does the same and then they say their goodbyes. As the door closes behind them, Cobb can’t help the grin that spreads across his face as he thinks of next time.
Pairing: Arthur/Cobb/Ariadne
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own Inception or any of its characters
Word Count: 5,000
Summary: A fill for this prompt at inception_kink
http://community.livejournal.com/inception_kink/11005.html?page=17#comments
Author Notes: The POV skips around a bit. It started out Ariadne and then somehow ended up switching to Cobb. Hope it's not too confusing. Also, I'm not happy with the ending, it's way too cheesy but I couldn't figure out anything better. Sorry if it sucks. :/
Song used is here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Oegyyx1WeU
"It was six months after the inception job when Arthur and Ariadne decided to drop by to visit Cobb. It was Arthur’s idea. Since meeting Cobb twelve years ago, they’d never gone this long without seeing each other and he found himself missing his friend.
Ariadne also wanted to see him again. During her time on the inception team, she’d developed something of a crush on the older man, and despite now being in a relationship with Arthur, she didn’t see any harm in wanting to spend some time with Cobb as well.
Thankfully, Arthur didn’t have any objections. She’d been a little wary of his reaction when she’d first told him about her feelings for Cobb, wondering if maybe he’d find it too weird that his girlfriend had a crush on was having filthy sexual fantasies about his best friend, but he’d just chuckled and said “You too? I’ve been wondering how to tell you the same thing for a while. Looks like you saved me the trouble.”
So, that solved that problem.
Arthur notified Cobb of their intentions with a phone call, and a sitter was arranged for the children and a time was set.
Cobb greeted them both with a broad smile and a quick hug and ushered them inside.
After getting comfortable in the living room - Arthur and Ariadne next to each other on the couch and Cobb in the armchair across the coffee table - they opened a bottle of wine and begin to chat.
For a while they filled each other in on how things have been going since they last saw each other. Ariadne was gratified to see that Cobb looked a lot more relaxed and content than he had been the last time she had seen him. Apparently, his problems with Mal had gone for good.
A couple of glasses of wine later, Ariadne suggested playing Truth or Dare. This prompted a simultaneous groan from Arthur and Cobb.
“What are we, 15?” Cobb asked with a roll of the eyes.
“It’ll be fun.” Ariadne insisted.
“By ‘fun’, she means ‘humiliating.’” Arthur stage whispered to Cobb.
But both men were just tipsy enough not to put up further argument.
The first few rounds of truth were fairly innocent. It was discovered that Arthur had cheated on a test in second grade and become so wracked with guilt that he turned himself in, much to his teacher’s amusement.
Ariadne’s most embarrassing moment was when in grade 9, she had gone commando for a day on a dare and a gust of wind blew her skirt up in front of the practically the whole school.
Cobb’s deepest fear as a three year old had been vacuum cleaners, in fact he still didn’t like them much and no, he will not elaborate as to why thank you very much moving on.
The dares also began fairly mundanely. Arthur had to eat a spoonful of flour which he managed to do with an almost straight face (though Ariadne and Cobb had difficulty suppressing their giggles.)
Ariadne had to sing a song deliberately off key and have it recorded for future blackmail purposes. Arthur took great delight in picking the most ridiculous song he could think of: Party in the USA by Miley Cyrus.
And Cobb picked another truth because there was a certain gleam in Ariadne’s eyes when it came to his next turn that was truly frightening.
At first she reacted by pouting cutely, but when he didn’t relent an evil look came over her face and Cobb realised that she could make truth could just as embarrassing as dare.
“I think these truths have been a little too tame. So, Cobb. What size is your penis?”
She said this in a casual tone that one might use to enquire about the weather.
Cobb choked a little on his wine.
Ariadne just looked back at him expectantly, with an innocent wide eyed look that was completely undermined by the hint of a wicked smirk twitching her lips.
Cobb shot a pleading look at Arthur, who merely chuckled and said “I did warn you that she’d make this awkward. Now hurry up and answer. Enquiring minds want to know.”
Cobb muttered something under his breath that sounded like “Enquiring minds? More like nosy perverts.”
Ariadne grinned. “Yep, and proud of it. Now spill. And don’t pretend you’ve never measured because I won’t believe you.”
“Nor will I.” Arthur added.
Cobb sighed. “Alright, alright. Six and a half inches.”
Arthur and Ariadne both responded to this with an approving “Nice.”
Cobb rolled his eyes and took another sip of wine, most likely in an attempt to hide the faint blush colouring his cheeks.
From that point on, the game continued in at a more adult angle than it had been previously, as neither Cobb nor Arthur were willing to let Ariadne outdo them.
It was Ariadne’s turn next. She picked truth.
“Ok, what’s the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done?” Cobb asked, not really expecting a very exciting answer. The way he figured it, Ariadne talked big, but was actually an innocent, delicate flower at heart. She just looked too damn tiny and young and cute to be into anything wilder than missionary with the lights out. And hell, she was dating straight laced, uptight Arthur for God’s sake.
This is why he choked on his drink again when, after a few moments deliberation she replied “Eating out my best friend while her boyfriend fucked me from behind.”
Ariadne smiled smugly and Arthur failed at hiding a smirk at Cobb’s shocked reaction.
“What, you didn’t think she was an innocent rose, did you?” Arthur asked in an amused tone.
“I- uh.” Cobb opened and shut his mouth comically for a few seconds, before falling silent, clearly indicating, that yes, yes he kinda had.
Ariadne laughed. She loved it when people underestimated her.
Now it was Arthur’s turn. He also picked truth.
“What’s your favourite sex position?” Ariadne asked, already knowing full well what the answer was, just hoping that it would make Cobb choke again. She wasn’t disappointed.
“Well, if I’m fucking someone, I like them riding me. If I’m the one getting fucked, I prefer it against the wall or bent over a table.” Arthur answered, taking another sip of wine with perfect nonchalance.
When Cobb stopped coughing, he carefully put his glass down on the table and said “You’re both trying to kill me aren’t you?”
“Aww, are we offending your delicate sensibilities, Dom?” Arthur teased.
“No. No. I just... I wouldn’t have expected either of you to be so...um...” He flailed around for a suitable word, was unsuccessful and trailed off.
“Liberated?” Ariadne offered with a wine-induced giggle.
“Depraved?” Arthur supplied at the same time.
“Something like that.” Cobb agreed.
There were a few moments of silence that threatened to become awkward, so Arthur diverted their attention back to the game by asking Cobb “Truth or Dare?”
“Truth.”
“What’s the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you during sex?”
Cobb thought for a few moments, and then said “Um, I suppose there was the time at high school when I slipped off for a quickie in the supply closet. The janitor walked in on me getting a blowjob from... damn, I can’t remember his name now. Jack...or John or something like that. Anyway, it was mortifying. Our parents got called and everything. In fact, his parents forbade him from seeing me again. Shame too. He gave damn good head.”
Now it was Arthur and Ariadne’s turn to choke with surprise. Apparently there was a lot the three of them thought they knew about each that they really hadn’t.
Ariadne recovered quickly “Oh, did Mal know she had competition?” She asked teasingly.
Cobb looked immediately uncomfortable, and Ariadne was about to apologise, thinking he hadn’t wanted to be reminded of his late wife, but then he said “Well, actually...she didn’t like giving blowjobs. In fact, she really hated them. So she never, uh, did that.”
“Really?”
“Never?”
Cobb shook his head. “Never. I mean, I missed it of course, but I wasn’t about to ask her to do something she wasn’t comfortable with.”
“So, how long has it been since you had one?” Ariadne asked.
“Um. Let’s see. It was before I started dating Mal, so...hell, at least ten years.” He answered, sounding mournful.
“Ten years?!” Ariadne exclaimed.
Arthur winced sympathetically.
There was a pause while this information was absorbed, then Arthur asked Ariadne “Truth or Dare?”
She took a moment to answer, because she was busy thinking about how she’d like to fix the issue of Cobb’s blowjob deprivation.
“Dare.”
Arthur thought for a few moments, and then said “Do a striptease down to your underwear.”
Ariadne nodded matter-of-factly (but was inwardly squeeing, because she had already begun to form an evil plot to seduce Cobb and Arthur,) reached into her handbag and pulled out her iPod.
“I know I’ve got some stripper appropriate music on here somewhere.” She mused as she searched.
“Ok, here’s one.”
'Come Up and Try My New Parts’" from Repo! The Genetic Opera started playing.
I want a hit of Z, and we’re not talking for free
The scarf went first, which she seductively trailed across Arthur’s chest before tossing it away. (She suddenly wished she had a feather boa, which would have done that a whole lot more effectively.)
A game of give and take, baby I’ll give ‘til I break
She shimmied her hips a little as she started slowly unbuttoning her blouse, exposing soft, pale skin one inch at a time.
But I ain’t nobody’s fool
She’d absentmindedly began to mouth along to the words.
This bitch knows the rules
She shrugged the shirt off her shoulders and did a little twirl as she let it fall to the ground. She was wearing a pale yellow bra that was patterned with little daisies and had a bow in the centre. Cobb wasn’t sure whether this was a surprise or not. The style was what he (until a couple of hours ago) would have expected of Ariadne, but the whole stripping to a song about whoring oneself out for drugs in front of her boyfriend and his best friend thing, not so much.
Now, he almost wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d been hiding a corset, garters and fishnets under her modest clothing. But as it was, the current attire was so ridiculously out of place with the stripping theme that it was both funny, and sexier than it had any right to be.
I’ll let you fuck my soul
She punctuated this with another movement of her hips as she started to undo her belt. She smirked when she saw she had a captive audience - both men were staring, looking slightly dazed - and added a hair-toss in for good measure.
For a hit of that glow
She undid the top button of her jeans, still swaying her hips in time to the music.
So come on, climb on, man up, come up and try my new parts
Then the zip.
Come on and break ‘em in
She slowly tugged the fabric down over her hips.
We both know what we want, come up and try my new parts
It must have been Cobb and Arthur's imagination that she mouther 'all' instead of 'both.'
Her panties didn’t match her bra. They were a similar style: innocent and cutesy and nothing like what you would expect a girl who did the things Ariadne had unashamedly admitted she had done to wear. If anything, they were even more innocent and cutesy than the bra. Pale pink cotton briefs with silver lace trim and two more bows, one on each hip. Again, the incongruity somehow added to the allure.
Cobb shot Arthur a look that said “Your girlfriend is really weird. And really hot. How the hell do these two things combine?”
Arthur’s answering expression clearly conveyed the message “Your guess is as good as mine.”
Any way you want, know you want to take me
Another swish of her hips as the jeans slipped lower, exposing creamy thighs.
Take me, I can take it baby; don’t care where you put it, why don’t you surprise me?
She spun and shot another one of those evil, seductive smirks over her should as she shook her ass.
Cobb felt his throat constrict and his pants grow a little tighter. A quick glance proved Arthur to be in a similar state.
Come on, work me, know you like it naughty, ooh naughty boy take me, and I ain’t asking
The jeans were now entirely off and she stepped out of them, a little awkwardly because she was still wearing shoes, but again, this did not detract from the sexiness even though it should have.
Come up and try my new parts, bow down and break ‘em in
She finished by running her hands through her hair, then trailing them down her body and freezing in that pose as the song reached its end.
Then she abruptly returned to normal, sitting back down on the couch, crossing her legs and taking a sip of wine as though she’d never moved from her previous position and was not currently half naked in a room with two aroused men.
“Truth or Dare?” She asked Arthur. She was hoping he would pick dare. Her plan was beginning to take shape.
“Dare.”
Yay.
“Lick chocolate sauce off Cobb’s stomach.”
Cobb only seemed mildly surprised, probably just drunk enough to go with it without argument, as Ariadne had been hoping.
If Arthur was surprised he didn’t show it. He just fixed her with a look that said “I know you’re planning something.”
Cobb stood up a little shakily and said “Probably got chocolate sauce around here somewhere,” and stumbled off to the kitchen to go search.
Ariadne took this opportunity to inform Arthur of her plan while Cobb was out of earshot.
“What do you say to the idea of seducing Cobb?” Ariadne whispered, grinning.
“Oh no. No, no, no. Bad idea.”
“Why?” She pouted.
“It just is. And don’t think you can manipulate me with that look.”
Humph. She could and would.
“Come on Arthur. I know you want him too.” She said, sliding closer.
“That doesn’t mean it’s a good idea. We’ve been friends for years. I was best man at his wedding! It’d just be too weird.”
“Aw, come on Arthur! Please? It’ll be fun!” She put on her best pleading puppy face.
“Besides, the poor man hasn’t had a blowjob in 10 years! As his best friend, you totally owe him this.”
When it looked like Arthur was going to say no again, she hurriedly continued, whispering in his ear “And besides, it’s a mutually beneficial arrangement. Remember, you told me how much you wanted to suck him off? How much you wanted to feel his fingers curling through your hair, hear him moan your name, taste him when he comes in your mouth.”
Arthur shuddered slightly. Ariadne smiled, knowing she was getting close to victory.
“Think about how we could make him moan and whimper and tremble and beg.”
Arthur made a little noise in the back of his throat at that image.
“Come on. We absolutely have to do this. When are we ever going to get another opportunity?”
She held her breath as he looked at her for a long moment, and then he sighed and shook his head and she knew she’d won.
“Yay! Thank you! This is going to be so awesome.” She squeaked and threw her arms around Arthur’s neck.
“Assuming, of course, that Cobb agrees to this.”
“Oh, he will.”
Ariadne moved back to her original spot just as Cobb came back into the room, carrying a bottle of chocolate sauce.
He went as if to sit back down on his chair, but then paused and said “I suppose I have to lie down for this, don’t I?”
Nodding, Arthur and Ariadne stood and Cobb took their place on the couch.
He was blushing faintly as he pulled his shirt up to expose a nicely-muscled abdomen. Although he was clearly embarrassed about it, Ariadne was pleased to note that he was half-hard, whether from her little show earlier of from anticipation of what was to come next she wasn’t sure. She hoped it was both.
Arthur knelt down beside Cobb and, with slightly shaky hands took the cap off the bottle and squeezed a line of chocolate down Cobb’s stomach, right from the base of his sternum almost to the waistband of his trousers.
Cobb’s blush deepened as Arthur lowered his mouth and slowly began to lick. Arthur casually rested one hand against Cobb’s hip as he worked his way up. The fingers kept moving infinitesimally, just brushing over the skin in a way that just had to be deliberate.
Cobb tried to keep from squirming or making any sound but Arthur was swirling his tongue into his navel and looking up at him through his lashes and Cobb could swear the bastard was smirking and all Cobb could think about was wishing those sinful lips would move lower and goddamn fuck he was so hard now it would be impossible for Arthur not to notice.
When all the chocolate was gone, Arthur pulled back a little way, licking his lips. He smiled when he saw the evidence that Cobb had enjoyed that just as much as he had.
Cobb looked from Arthur, who was eyeing the bulge in his pants hungrily, to Ariadne, who was doing the same thing with that infernal smirk on again.
Realization dawned.
“You- you’re trying to seduce me, aren’t you?”
“Very astute.” Arthur said.
Ariadne just nodded. Then she leaned forward and whispered right in Cobb’s ear “Truth or Dare?”
The tension in the air was tangible. Then Cobb swallowed hard and breathed back “dare.”
“Kiss him.”
Cobb sat up and cupped Arthur’s cheek with one hand and then slowly leant down to press their lips together, unable to keep himself from wondering if this was a dream. But Arthur's lips were warm and soft and pliant and it just felt so good that Cobb decided to go with it, dream or otherwise. Hesitantly he ran his tongue along Arthur's lower lip. Arthur immediately opened his mouth, their tongues met and they both groaned at the intoxicating mixture of wine, chocolate and the unique taste of each other.
Cobb tilted Arthur's head back to deepen the kiss, possessively sucking and nibbling on his bottom lip. Arthur responded enthusiastically, bringing his hands up to tangle through Cobb's hair.
Unfortunately they eventually had to part for air.
Cobb barely had to time to take in a breath before Ariadne replaced Arthur, taking her turn to plunder his mouth.
While Cobb and Ariadne kissed, Arthur began to trail his own path of kisses down Cobb's neck while his hands were busy unbuttoning his shirt.
Ariadne turned her attention to the newly exposed skin of Cobb's chest, circling her tongue over a nipple until it hardened in her mouth, while she tugged and pinched the other.
Arthur kissed Cobb again, capturing his groans of pleasure at Ariadne's ministrations.
Ariadne ran her hands up Cobb's thighs, feeling the tense muscles, the way his hips twitched forwards of their own accord as she got closer to his groin, the way he was straining against the fabric, achingly hard now.
She undid his belt buckle, zip and button and Cobb lifted his hips so she could drag his trousers and boxers down enough to knee level.
She wrapped her hand around him and stroked once, just getting a feel for its size and shape. Then she lapped a single drop of pre come from the tip. Cobb moaned and his dick jerked in her hand, squeezing out another drop of pre come.
God, he really was desperate. It was hot.
She groaned as she ran her tongue from base to tip, and then swirled her tongue around the swollen head.
"Oh, oh God," Cobb panted as she slowly took him into her mouth, sucking hard, tongue working against the sensitive vein on the underside while her hand stroked the base.
A few seconds later, Arthur joined her between his legs and they were working together to drive him crazy with desire. Cobb tangled one hand through Ariadne's hair and the other through Arthur's as they both began to lick up and down the length of his dick, their tongues crossing against each other in the process.
After a minute, they switch techniques again. Ariadne went back to sucking him, now using faster strokes while Arthur turned his attentions to Cobb's balls.
He ran his tongue over the soft velvety skin, tracing teasing little patterns until Cobb whimpered "Arthur please, please."
Obligingly, Arthur sucked Cobb's balls into his hot mouth, laving over them with his tongue and Cobb cried out Arthur’s name in ecstasy. Then Cobb arched and hissed as Ariadne’s tongue did something magical and oh oh fuck the dual sensation was pure heaven.
Tension gathered as the pleasure built higher and higher, almost overwhelming in its intensity.
“Fuck, Ariadne! Arthur!” He moaned. “Nggh, so good.”
He was getting close. He writhed restlessly, torn between needing release and wanting it to last as long as possible.
Cobb dimly noted that they’d switched tasks again, and that Arthur was now the one looking up at him, lips swollen, eyes dark with arousal. He trailed his fingers over Arthur’s hollowed cheeks, marvelling at how gorgeous he was.
Then he couldn’t think anymore because Arthur took him right to the back of his throat and swallowed around him.
“Oh fuck, Arthur fuck!” Cobb gasped, feeling his tenuous grip on control waver.
Then Arthur started humming, just as Ariadne pressed one finger against his perineum and Cobb lost all control. Wave after wave of blindingly intense pleasure rushed through him and all he could do was arch desperately, throw his head back and scream like a wanton slut as he spilt into Arthur’s mouth.
Cobb could do nothing but squirm and whimper as Arthur kept sucking gently, drawing the last aftershocks from his trembling, spent body.
When he opened his eyes again, another shudder ran through him at the sight of Ariadne licking the last traces of his release from Arthur’s mouth, both moaning as they kissed.
When they parted, they both looked up at Cobb, taking in his dishevelled and blissed-out state in with smug expressions.
“Did we beat Jack or John or whatever his name was?” Arthur asked, smiling like he already knew the answer.
“Not that you need your egos stroked, but yes. By a mile. That was just...wow.”
“We are pretty awesome.” Ariadne commented.
“We could do with having some other things stroked.” Arthur added.
With an eye roll, Cobb pulled Arthur up for a kiss and began unbuttoning his shirt. Arthur hummed with approval as Cobb ran his hands over the newly exposed skin, exploring the lines and planes of his chest, rubbing and pinching his already-hard nipples.
When they parted for air, Arthur stepped back a little to shrug his shirt off completely, and Ariadne took his place kissing Cobb. He stroked his hands up and down her sides, smoothing over her soft curves with teasingly light touches.
Then he reached up to unhook her bra. She broke the kiss to remove it, and then brought their lips back together again. Cobb cupped her soft, pert breasts, mapping their size and shape. They were a perfect handful each. He squeezed gently and when she moaned against his mouth he squeezed a little harder.
He broke the kiss and began trailing soft bites down her neck, shoulder, collarbone until he reached her breasts. He sucked one rosy nipple into his mouth and pinched the other. She moaned and whispered “harder.” He obliged, pinching harder and tugging at the other with his teeth. She gave a throaty groan of approval.
Then she emitted a high pitched whine, and Cobb looked over her shoulder to see that Arthur had tugged her panties off and had slipped a finger between her slick folds, just teasing the entrance, not pushing inside yet.
She growled in frustration and pushed her hips back, but Arthur withdrew his hand. Before she could protest, he took her gently by the hips and whispered ‘turn around and lie back.”
She complied, sitting half on the couch, half on Cobb's lap, with one leg up over the armrest of the couch, soaked panties still dangling from that foot.
Arthur ran his tongue over her sex in one long, slow swipe and her breath caught in her throat with a strangled sound.
Then Arthur blew a stream of cool air over her aching clit. She whimpered and arched her hips up, but he moved away from where she wanted him most, moved his tongue over her opening again, still not pressing in.
“Goddammit Arthur, just hurry up an-“
Cobb leaned down to kiss her, cutting off her pleas. He pinched her nipples again, kneading her breasts roughly as she cried out and squirmed against them with desperation.
Arthur continued to avoid her clit, only occasionally brushing over it with too-light pressure. Ariadne clenched one hand tightly in Arthur’s hair and growled, letting him know in no uncertain terms that he was going to do this properly. Now.
Getting the message, Arthur pressed two fingers inside her and began circling his tongue over her clit with rough strokes.
“Yes!” She moaned. “Arthur, Cobb, fuck!
Arthur sucked harder on her clit and curled his fingers. Her moans increased in pitch as she came hard, body shaking and tensing, before she finally went limp.
As Ariadne caught her breath, Arthur stood and leaned over her to share her taste with Cobb, who moaned into his mouth at the sweet flavour.
Cobb ran his hands over Arthur’s chest, down to his groin to cup the straining bulge in his pants.
Arthur broke the kiss with a gasp and then whimpered “Dom, please,” against Cobb’s neck.
Cobb gave one more squeeze and then undid the button and zipper. Arthur moved back for a second to tug his pants and boxers down, then surged back to press his needy cock into Cobb’s hand.
One slow stroke from base to tip had Arthur keening. Cobb rubbed his thumb over the slick head, spreading the moisture and stroked again, a little faster.
After a couple more strokes, Cobb released him. Arthur made a noise of discontentment, which turned into a cry of pleasure when Cobb leaned forward and took him into his mouth.
It had been quite a while since Cobb had done this, so it took a few fumbles to establish a good rythym, and he couldn't take him as deep as he would have liked, but Arthur didn't seem to mind.
He was running the fingers of one hand through Cobb's hair, the other hand bracing himself against the back of the couch.
Cobb looked up, watching Arthur's reaction. He was biting at his bottom lip, his hair was mussed and his eyelashes were fluttering.
Cobb groaned and sucked harder, faster, lashing his tongue around the head on every upstroke, wanting to make Arthur lose control completely.
Then Arthur gave a startled little cry and widened his legs, leaning a little further forward.
From Ariadne's smug murmur of approval, Cobb imagined she must be doing something amazingly fithly and wonderful with her tongue. This was confirmed by the way Arthur gasped "Ari!" and the way he couldn't seem to decide whether to press his hips forward into Cobb's mouth or back onto Ariadne's tongue.
Arthur's cries of pleasure were getting more frequent, his breathing more irregular, his hips were starting to jerk further forwards of their own accord despite his attempts to keep still for Cobb's comfort.
Cobb found he didn't even mind; seeing Arthur lost in bliss was more than worth the raw throat he would likely have tomorrow.
He made an encouraging noise around Arthur's dick and squeezed his hip, letting him know that it was ok.
Arthur released his grip on Cobb's hair for a second and brushed the backs of his fingers over Cobb's cheek in a silent combination of sorry and thank you and then tangled them back through his hair.
Cobb let go of Arthur's hip and moved that hand to cradle his balls, squeezing them gently, feeling them full and heavy and tight in his hand as Arthur neared climax.
"Dom!" Arthur moaned reverently, and his fingers tightened in Cobb's hair.
Cobb looked up to see that Ariadne now had one arm around Arthur's chest, playing with his nipples, and was nibbling at his neck. She brought two fingers of her other hand up to Arthur's lips and he sucked on them with a moan. Then she withdrew her slick fingers from his mouth and he cried out as she slid them into his ass.
Arthur went into total sensory overload when she pressed her fingers against his prostate and he screamed incoherently as orgasm overwhelmed him.
Cobb swallowed eagerly, savouring the salty-sweet flavour, making sure he lapped every last of drop from Arthur's twitching cock.
Arthur's legs gave out and he collapsed forward, half onto the couch, half onto Cobb, still panting.
Cobb wrapped an arm around his shoulders and kissed his temple affectionately.
Ariadne flopped down beside Arthur and he in turn put an arm around her shoulders.
They lay snuggled up together in sweaty, satisfied pile for a long time, until they had to get up because they had to shower and get dressed before Cobb had to pick up the kids from the babysitter’s place.
Cobb’s not entirely sure whether this was a one-time thing or not. He doesn’t want to ask, because he’s not sure himself what he wants the answer to be, but then Ariadne makes up his mind for him by brightly asking “So when are we doing this again?”
Cobb can’t think of a coherent answer, and Ariadne just smiles and says “We’ll call you, ok?”
Cobb just nods, still trying to absorb that all this has really happened.
“Ok, great.” She says and stands up on tip-toe to give Cobb a long kiss good-bye.
Arthur does the same and then they say their goodbyes. As the door closes behind them, Cobb can’t help the grin that spreads across his face as he thinks of next time.