Ficlet: salt-bitter on my tongue
title: salt-bitter on my tongue
author: stungunbilly
fandom: inception
pairing: arthur/eames
disclaimer: Chris Nolan is the ringmaster of this circus.
rating: Mature/NC-17
warnings: none.
word count: 387
summary: Arthur knows how to make Eames very happy.
A/N: Another short piece done for the inception_kink meme round 10, this prompt: " Eames loves it when Arthur fucks his mouth".
salt-bitter on my tongue
Eames has always loved giving head. He has an unabashed oral fixation, which he tries to satisfy with various non-ex-rated things, toothpicks and lollipops and cigarettes, but nothing satisfies like cock. He's always loved it, just for the fullness in his mouth and the stretch of his lips, the pressure on his tongue.
The power it gives him over men is a rush, as well, but he can get that in many ways. He's mesmerized plenty just by licking his lips the right way, by running his hand down his chest, by wearing the right pants. He likes to think he's a little inured to the thrill of control, too jaded to be a real manipulator for pleasure. But oh, how he loves it when he can feel a man give in to his darker urges and just *use* Eames' mouth.
Arthur is the best at it. He's so quietly ruthless, like he thinks he's giving Eames some kind of much deserved punishment when he holds him still just like *that*, "don't move you son of a bitch, unh", fucks in with precise, piston-like strokes that rub electrifyingly over the sensitive tissues of Eames lips and tongue and into his throat. It scratches some itch that seems to nag at him peripherally at all other times, and Eames could kneel forever at his feet being taken this way.
And Arthur is *beautiful* when he does it, his eyes so dark and fierce, skin glossy with sweat-sheen, the way he tries so hard to stay silent and still grunts and groans and growls like any animal. The shocking instants of tenderness when he comes, his hand releasing its grip on Eames' hair and just stroking him through his own release.
The best part of it, though Eames loves every instant, the best part is right after Arthur comes and Eames drinks him like nectar, encompassing him entirely in his throat like he never needs to breathe again. Arthur blinks open his eyes that had been shut in ecstasy, and he looks at Eames for an instant like he's some miracle appearing before him, too good to be believed. It lasts much too briefly, but it's always there, that wonder.
Eames would stay on his knees forever for that look.
author: stungunbilly
fandom: inception
pairing: arthur/eames
disclaimer: Chris Nolan is the ringmaster of this circus.
rating: Mature/NC-17
warnings: none.
word count: 387
summary: Arthur knows how to make Eames very happy.
A/N: Another short piece done for the inception_kink meme round 10, this prompt: " Eames loves it when Arthur fucks his mouth".
salt-bitter on my tongue
Eames has always loved giving head. He has an unabashed oral fixation, which he tries to satisfy with various non-ex-rated things, toothpicks and lollipops and cigarettes, but nothing satisfies like cock. He's always loved it, just for the fullness in his mouth and the stretch of his lips, the pressure on his tongue.
The power it gives him over men is a rush, as well, but he can get that in many ways. He's mesmerized plenty just by licking his lips the right way, by running his hand down his chest, by wearing the right pants. He likes to think he's a little inured to the thrill of control, too jaded to be a real manipulator for pleasure. But oh, how he loves it when he can feel a man give in to his darker urges and just *use* Eames' mouth.
Arthur is the best at it. He's so quietly ruthless, like he thinks he's giving Eames some kind of much deserved punishment when he holds him still just like *that*, "don't move you son of a bitch, unh", fucks in with precise, piston-like strokes that rub electrifyingly over the sensitive tissues of Eames lips and tongue and into his throat. It scratches some itch that seems to nag at him peripherally at all other times, and Eames could kneel forever at his feet being taken this way.
And Arthur is *beautiful* when he does it, his eyes so dark and fierce, skin glossy with sweat-sheen, the way he tries so hard to stay silent and still grunts and groans and growls like any animal. The shocking instants of tenderness when he comes, his hand releasing its grip on Eames' hair and just stroking him through his own release.
The best part of it, though Eames loves every instant, the best part is right after Arthur comes and Eames drinks him like nectar, encompassing him entirely in his throat like he never needs to breathe again. Arthur blinks open his eyes that had been shut in ecstasy, and he looks at Eames for an instant like he's some miracle appearing before him, too good to be believed. It lasts much too briefly, but it's always there, that wonder.
Eames would stay on his knees forever for that look.