Saito's Beautiful Boy 2/2
Title: Saito's Beautiful Boy
Fandom: Inception
Pairing(s): Saito/Arthur, Eames/Arthur
Summary: Based on this prompt...
Arthur is Saito's beautiful kept boy. Alas age has made it hard for Saito to please Arthur so he hired Eames to pleasure Arthur while he watches.
Notes: Crossover with Mysterious Skin.
Warnings: Threesome-ish, Voyeurism, Daddy-kink?, Underage, Mentioned prostitution, Barebacking
Unbetaed. Lots of bad grammars, and I'm sure there's plenty of wrong tenses, as well.
First attempt at writing porn, so be easy with me.
Chapter Two
He was right. Eames didn't even hesitate, a fact that Saito should've been more wary of but, for some reason, can't find the reason to care.
Arthur had been angry, learning about his plans after a round of sex on the chaise lounge. Eames had came in and simply stood in the room as if he does so everyday. Saito managed to convince Arthur after a little of manipulation on his part.
For some reason, he found that he is liking this idea more and more.
Eames simply smirked and baited the boy in his usual drawl, "Really, Arthur. You have no imagination at all. I'm surprised on how long you've managed to keep Saito's attention."
In retaliation, Arthur pushed the Brit onto the bed facing the chaise, unwary of his nudity, and hissed back, "Apparently, I do Mr. Eames or you wouldn’t be so eager to be in here with us."
Ah, maybe not so oblivious after all.
After that, Arthur hesitates, unsure, and turns towards Saito. An action that practically makes Saito preens with pleasure.
"None of that, boys."
Holding Arthur’s eyes with a steady gaze, he continues, "Take off his shoes and his pants, Arthur. We wouldn't want Mr. Eames to be uncomfortable now, would we?"
Arthur gave a reluctant shake of his head in agreement; Saito could've laughed in amusement.
He can be quite cruel to his boy at times.
Obligingly, Arthur kneels down between Eames' already spread thighs and did as told, making sure to pull some leg hairs along the way. Eames hisses in displeasure to Arthur's smug face.
"Come now, darling. You were taught better than that," Eames pats Arthur's head, as if admonishing a child. Arthur's smug face turns into a scowl as he waits for further instructions.
Saito smirks as he notices the tent in Eames’ boxers. It seems to be getting even bigger as Arthur unconsciously stares at it. He can see that, without meaning to, Arthur is already getting hard again and would've been salivating if he hadn't had more control.
Saito must admit, Eames is quite impressive... in more ways than one.
"Arthur, why don't you help Mr. Eames with that. It seems quite rude not to. Don't you think?"
His boy nods his head, and Eames smirks at the mesmerized and determined look on Arthur's face. Arthur can be quite a cockslut.
Saito's almost jealous; his boy is a pro with his mouth after all.
Arthur proceeds to take off Eames' boxers and, once done, immediately latches onto the now fully hardened length. He practically mewls in delight as he licks greedily away at the precum on the tip. Pulling the foreskin down, he tongues away at the newly exposed skin causing Eames to groan in appreciation.
A hand reaches out to grab onto Arthur's locks.
"No touching, Mr. Eames," Saito can be selfish with the small things if he's going to share.
Eames breathes harshly and, instead, clenches the bed sheets tightly in his fists as he leans back to stare at Arthur's face. He can practically see the smirk on Arthur's lips as the boy went to suckle Eames' sack and jacking the hardened length off at the same time.
Saito glares down at his own. It barely gave a twitch despite the fact that he's aroused as hell right now.
He glances up, in time to catch Arthur about to grab his own, "That goes for you too, Arthur."
Eames chuckles and Arthur retaliates with nibbles while going up the hard shaft. The Brit grits his teeth and squirms.
With a great show of his lack of a gag reflex, he swallows Eames to the hilt in one go despite the size. Eames curses in several languages as Arthur hums in triumph. He pulls up with a hard suck, hallowing his cheeks as he stares up at Eames with teasing and sultry eyes.
Saito can imagine that look being directed at him, with Arthur's red lips stretched deliciously around his cock.
He groans in frustration, fisting his cock to no avail.
"Stop."
Arthur whines in protest but pulls up anyway, giving a last lick goodbye, then glowers at Saito as if he had stolen Arthur's candy. Saito smirks at the thought. Eames, on the other hand, merely groans in disappointment but didn't dare do anything else.
"I want to see you ride him, Arthur. You want that too don't you?"
"Yes. Yes, please." Arthur moans in want, practically crawling onto Eames' lap in eagerness. The Brit merely grins with a “that’s the spirit”, helping Arthur to maneuver himself so that he's facing Saito.
The mere sight of that position would've hardened anyone's cock, but, alas, Saito's barely twitch. He never hates his age more than he does now.
Arthur, oblivious to Saito's dilemma, licks his lips to get at the lingering taste of cum and strokes his cock once. The tease. He should punish Arthur for that. Eames' hands tighten on Arthur's hips.
"Darling, enough teasing."
Arthur huffs and dryly replies, "Patience is a virtue, Mr. Eames."
Nonetheless, he grabs at the stiff cock beneath him and positions it to his needy and well lubricated hole. Saito smiles smugly at the thought that it's because of him.
He already had all of them thoroughly checked out and they had all came out clean so he's not worried at the lack of protection.
His boy steadily lowers himself onto Eames, hissing at the big size of the cock but stubbornly continuing on without pause. The older man rubs soothing circles into Arthur's hips and mouths at Arthur's neck and shoulder blades from behind.
Once he reached the hilt, Arthur quickly accustoms himself and began a steady pace impaling himself.
All the while, he stares into Saito's eyes while moaning and writhing in abandon on another man's lap.
"Ken. Ken. Ken," his boy sobs in want with tears of pleasure running down his face, making his blue eyes all the more alluring.
"Mr. Eames, my boy is not made of fragile glass. I assure you that he can take a good pounding."
Arthur nods eagerly, "Yes, please. Please. Eames, harder. Please. Eames, Eames... ah!" Arthur yelps as Eames' restraint finally snaps and he began thrusting into Arthur's tight heat.
He grabs one thigh and lifts it up so that Saito has a perfect view of Arthur's needy hole being pounded into. Arthur has one hand grasping onto Eames' neck from behind while the other clenches tightly onto one of Eames knees, trying to steady himself as Eames snaps his hips up to meet his at a hard pace.
Arthur writhes and moans, sobbing out Saito's name as he finally came without a single touch to his cock. Eames slows down his pace to a gentle thrust, but he had yet to come.
Saito smirks at the boneless heap in Eames’ lap, pleasantly surprised with the Brit's stamina.
"Bring him over here," Eames began to slowly pulls out of Arthur but Saito stops him, "Leave it." He can practically see the relief in Eames' eyes as he gave that command.
Eames grabs underneath both of Arthur's knees, easily lifting him up. To steady himself, his boy stretches back with both hands clutching behind Eames' neck. The position allows Saito to see Eames still impaled in Arthur from between his open legs as the Brit walks them over to Saito, still in his chaise.
Once they reached him, Eames gently set Arthur down so that his boy is on top of him on his hands and knees. The walk over had already stimulated the boy enough so that he was already half-massed. Ah, the joy of youth.
Saito reaches out a hand to smooth Arthur's sweaty curls back from his forehead and to caress the boy's soft cheek. Arthur sobs and turns his head to lick and kiss his hand.
What a beautiful boy his Arthur is.
As a reward, he reaches out with his other hand to firmly stroke Arthur's cock, which slowly hardens further under his ministrations.
He nods at Eames to move, and the bodyguard begins to slowly pound into Arthur again, mindful of Arthur's sensitivity.
"Ken, Ken..." his boy moans. The boy's limbs tremble slightly in exhaustion as Arthur settles his arms on the raised arm rest behind Saito's head.
Saito gently brushes away the new tears flowing down Arthur's face as Arthur gave him soft pecks, which quickly turn into a rather wet and messy kiss. All the while, Eames gently fucks Arthur while Saito strokes the boy's dripping cock.
Another twist there and another thrust here, Arthur finally gave a soft cry as he came falling onto Saito's chest.
Arthur had fainted, apparently.
At the same time, Eames groans and finally came into Arthur's ass. Saito can feel the fluids drip down the boy's thighs onto his own legs. After a few short seconds, the Brit slowly pulls out and gently helps with rearranging Arthur into a more comfortable position.
He then quietly begins dressing himself, knowing that his presence is no longer welcomed. As Eames reaches the door, Saito stops him while stroking Arthur's sweaty back.
"Do join us for breakfast tomorrow, Mr. Eames."
"It'll be a pleasure, boss," Eames replies as he closes the door.
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