Prompt Post No. 16

[inception_anon]

Welcome to Round 16 of the Inception Kink Meme. Prompting System

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Fill: I Turn my Camera On 1/11

[lezzerlee]

This fic was highly inspired by keelain's artwork for this fill. I also blame sneaqui for pointing me here.

A huge thanks to krytella for beta-ing.
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Ariadne gives him a knowing smirk as she slides the scrap of paper across the desk with her finger.

"Trust me," she says. "You'll really like this." She caps the her pen, chewing on the lid a little as Eames looks at the URL written in the clean block letters of an architect's handwriting. Eames isn't a prude by any sense of the word, but the idea of sweet little Ariadne recommending filth for him is a bit discordant in his mind. He glances at the name and his eyes snap up to meet hers.

"Is this some sort of joke?"

Ariadne only smiles, tonguing the pen cap for split second before tucking it loosely behind her ear. "You won't be disappointed." She says, then shoves away from the desk, leaving to return to her models.

Eames pockets the slip of paper. Little minx, he thinks as he watches Ariadne chew her bottom lip while she works. She fidgets ever so slightly in her chair and that's more confirmation

Fill: I Turn my Camera On 2/11

[lezzerlee]

Eames ignores the onslaught of comments and focuses on the way the man’s wrist moves, delicate bones underneath pale skin as his finger flex over lace. The music fades into Husky Rescue's New Light of Tomorrow and the model backs away from the keyboard, revealing more of his long legs and bare torso. He turns like a dancer, a smooth spin of heels on what must be wood floors. Grabbing the waistline of his trousers, the man shimmies, lowering the waistband by millimeters, a tease of the firm curve of his arse revealed.

The panties are starkly contrasted against his milky-white, smooth skin. Too smooth, Eames realizes. He must shave. That idea sends a blaze of arousal through coursing through his veins. The idea of sharp blades dragging along the sensitive skin of the man’s inner thighs and over the dip of his pelvis. The care taken to not nick tender flesh, the devotion to his audience who would still want to fuck him if he had hair

Fill: I Turn my Camera On 3/11

[lezzerlee]

Eames smirks, triumphant in his ability to needle out a reaction. His smirk drops quickly when the man turns his camera towards a bed. He comes back into frame, ass thrust towards the audience as he tugs the panties down just below the cleft of his arse

Fill: I Turn my Camera On 4/11

[lezzerlee]

Scanning the other rooms leads nowhere. There’s nobody with any mystery. They all seem dull in comparison to the women’s underwear wearing, snappy dresser who might secretly be his coworker. Eames logs out and forgoes a wank, instead hopping into the shower before turning in for bed

Fill: I Turn my Camera On 5/11

[lezzerlee]

manlover84:what r u wearing underneath 2nite?

"You will just have to be patient and see."

Eames is irrationally jealous that Arth … the model has responded to someone else. It's absurd, he knows, in the public chat room. But for a brief moment, he had held the man's full attention. He desperately wants it back

Fill: I Turn my Camera On 6/11

[lezzerlee]

He turns, revealing the pert globes of his arse, and smooths a hand up the cheek of his bum, patting it slightly. Eames has to squeeze the base of his cock with force when the model bends completely over, a mimic of the move two nights ago. The man straightens back up, with a box in hand

Fill: I Turn my Camera On 7/11

[lezzerlee]

“I was wondering when you’d speak up,” he mocks, but obliges by grabbing a bottle of lube. “How do you want me?”

[ Now that’s a loaded question. In my lap, across my bed, bent over my desk. ]

“Funny. Seriously though, it’s your time we’re wasting.”

[ Then, please, on your knees. I want to see your beautiful arse. ]

“As you wish.”

Arthur kneels on the bed, naked, lithe and pale. He swivels gracefully and pushes his ass towards the camera. Eames has a perfect view of everything: the dimples of his lower back just before he bends over, the slope of his flank, the pull of his muscles underneath his skin.

Every bit of hair on Arthur’s body is shaved away, leaving him glistening as he pours lube between his cheeks. The slick drips down the crack of his ass. He uses a finger to catch it near his balls and push it back up and inside as he slips the finger into his tight hole. His mouth drops open a little as he gasps at the feel of his own finger.

Arthur is looking over his shoulder towards the camera, and Eames wishes more than ever

Fill: I Turn my Camera On 8/11

[lezzerlee]

Coaxing every last drop of come out of himself, Eames strokes lightly as he watches Arthur finish. Arthur has turned just enough that Eames can see the strained angle of his thigh holding himself off the bed as he drives the vibrator into his ass. Arthur wraps long fingers around his cock, wrist flicking and fingers held loosely as first. Then his grip tightens as he gets closer. Eames can see his stomach flex in and out rapidly as orgasm rips through his body. He sprays short arcs of white over his own hand and onto the bed. Arthur’s shoulders slump forward as every taut muscle in his body relaxes.

Propping himself on one hand, Arthur slowly pulls the toy out of his ass, and places it on the bed. He stretches momentarily, exposing the lines of his ribs. Sitting, he faces the camera and licks at the joint of the thumb on his soiled hand. His tongue flicks over every part of skin his seed has spilled on, darting between his knuckles and lapping over his palm until he finally sucks each finger into his mouth individually to clean

Fill: I Turn my Camera On 9/11

[lezzerlee]

Eames stops stroking himself, completely caught off guard. He stares at the screen in dumbfounded horror as he watches Arthur continue to finger himself like he hasn’t just casually dropped the knowledge that he knows he’s been fucking himself in front of his coworker. Eames doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t know what to type or how to react, or how to think about anything except one thing.

This is Arthur

Fill: I Turn my Camera On 10/11

[lezzerlee]

When he turns around, he gives Arthur the most wicked smile he can manage. Arthur returns it with a soft smile of his own, before biting on his bottom lip and stretching out a hand, beckoning Eames over to the bed. Eames slips out of his shirt. He kneels beside Arthur and strokes his fingers down Arthur’s spine, feeling the skin break out into gooseflesh beneath his fingertips

Fill: I Turn my Camera On 11/11

[lezzerlee]

Arthur is boneless and compliant with orgasm. Eames pauses to turn Arthur over so he’s lying on his back, arms splayed across the bed. Arthur’s softening cock bounces lightly with Eames’ thrusts, catching the lacy edge of Arthur’s belt and dirtying it with come

Re: Fill: I Turn my Camera On 11/11

[ladderax]

So hot. Perfectly complements keelain's gorgeous art--I love how the art showed what Arthur was thinking through his face and his thoughts, and then this is from Eames's POV.

And I love how descriptions of the sex build in intensity, and this part was the perfect climax: "It takes Eames five more minutes to reach orgasm. He comes with his thumbs tucked into the edge of Arthur’s thigh highs and his mouth against Arthur’s neck. He’s wet, covered in sweat and the slide of of his skin on Arthur’s is too hot for comfort. He reluctantly pulls away, unhooking his thumbs from the stockings’ elastic top and sliding out of Arthur completely."

The banter and seduction between the two of them was also really well done.

Re: Fill: I Turn my Camera On 11/11

[heavenly_rain]

Oh I'm so glad I waited till I got home to read this... because I wouldn't have been able to concentrate for the rest of the day if I had read it at work XD
Ah I enjoyed this very much because when I read this:

“Because I know it’s you, Eames.”

And actually said "OH SHIT!" out loud XD The voyeurism really got to me lol!

Eames giving Ariadne chocolates and a vibrator as a thank you gift!
So thoughtful! :D

Re: Fill: I Turn my Camera On 11/11

[keelain]

fucking hell THIS IS PERFECT and god I just LOVE Arthur's attitude xD I think I was drawing him really really blushy but yes ARTHUR IS TOTALLY THE BOSS. And and and holy shit xD TALK TO ME ON IM.

Re: Fill: I Turn my Camera On 11/11

[eternalsojourn]

I need a fucking cigarette. Now-ish. Woman, I don't know how you took something that could have been a little on the silly side and made it SCORCHING FUCKING HOT, but I'm actually a little flushed here. Daaaaaamn. I'll be rereading this for sure. ♥

Re: Fill: I Turn my Camera On 11/11

[night_reveals]

Oh my god, this was so hot and fun to read.

I literally yelped when Arthur outed Eames! in fact, pretty sure I interrupted Rena and said, "daaaaaannnnnggg, Arthur knew!!" <3 Loved this awesomeness to pieces, lady.