Eames' Beautiful Obsession 1/1
Title: Eames’ Beautiful Obsession
Fandom: Inception
Pairing(s): Saito/Arthur, Eames/Arthur
Summary: Eames joins Saito for breakfast. What’s on the menu? Why Arthur, of course.
Notes: Crossover with Mysterious Skin.
Sequal to Saito’s Beautiful Boy
Warnings: Threesome, Unmentioned Daddy-kink, Underage, Barebacking
Unbetaed. Lots of bad grammars, and I'm sure there's plenty of wrong tenses, as well.
Waiter? I’ll Have an Arthur, Please.
Eames doesn’t want to seem too eager. It’ll leave a bad impression on his laid-back and careless image, you see. However, it doesn’t stop him from waking up earlier than usual to pick out the perfect outfit for the day or walking through the halls with an extra bounce in his step.
It seems that his effort had been noticed.
His fellow guards raise a brow as he passes by, probably due to his lack of his signature stubble.
His mate, Yusuf, whistles in approval. Eames poses good-naturedly for his friend, quite proud of his getup which consists of a sleek black suit with a matching black oxford and a purple tie.
“What’s the occasion, Eames? You look way too professional. I mean no tweeds, no ghastly orange or neon pink. Not even a worn out patch on your elbow. Gasp! No paisley, either! What is the world coming to?”
Eames swats at the dramatic idiot, who’s currently swooning like a proper Victorian lady.
“Shut it, Yusuf. If you must know, I have a date with the boss. Now, if you don’t mind I think I’m going to be late for breakfast.”
Yusuf stares at the Brit’s back in confusion, “How is that something to be excited about?”
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Entering the private dining room, Eames noticed that breakfast had already been served and, boy, does it look delicious. If this is what’s for breakfast every morning, he’ll be in nirvana.
On the table in front of Saito, the ever beautiful and sharp-tongued Arthur is laid out in nothing but a white oxford that seems to have been ripped open.
The boy is moaning into a fist as his ever present tears of pleasure flows down his face. The other hand is clutching onto the back of Saito’s head between his thighs, encouraging the older man to suck harder.
Eames can see the red bruises that had been sucked wetly onto the boy’s pale thighs that are currently trembling delightfully in Saito’s grasps.
Saito pulls up with a rather erotic pop, unmindful of the exhibition.
“You’re late Mr. Eames. We started breakfast without you. Hope you don’t mind?”
The man then went back onto sucking the cock in front of him as if he had never stopped.
Eames grins, staring into Arthur’s eyes that's now staring at him, “Not at all, sir. I’ll just tuck myself right in.”
Walking over, he lays his coat over a chair and loosens his tie. Unzipping himself, he presents his already hard cock to Arthur’s delightfully red lips.
The boy moans and wets his bruised lips as he tentatively flicks out a tongue to Eames’ tip.
He groans at the sight, “Now, now. Don’t be shy, Arthur. You weren’t like that last night.”
At that, Arthur narrows his eyes and grasps at his cock with a particularly hard grip. Eames jerks at the slight pain, releasing it to Arthur’s handling.
The boy roughly strokes up the shaft, “Don’t be crude Mr. Eames. No one likes a smart aleck.”
Now that is just not fair. The boy can still speak coherently despite his flushed cheeks and harsh breathing, and, yet, Eames is already speechless as Arthur pulls his cock into his perfect mouth.
He admits. His cock missed that rather talented mouth terribly since last they met.
Suddenly, Eames fists Arthur’s hair as the boy moans onto his cock while releasing into Saito’s mouth. Said man pulls up, with bulged cheeks, pushing back Arthur’s thighs and then dribbling the boy’s cum right onto his twitching hole.
Eames couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the sight as the older man fucks Arthur’s own cum into him with his tongue. Already, the boy’s cock is twitching weakly back into life.
The joys of youth.
He thrusts roughly into Arthur’s throat, forgetting to be gentle. Arthur doesn’t seem to mind, however, as he continues to suck harder at the cock in his strong grip.
Saito is fingering the boy with three fingers now, lovingly capturing any stray cum and pushing them back into its owner.
Deeming the boy ready, he allows Arthur to lower his thighs and settles himself in between them letting them curl around his waist instead.
Arthur pulls up with a loud pop, licking lewdly at his lips as he turns to face Saito.
“Hurry up, Ken. I want you to fuck me right now.”
Saito chuckles at the spoiled boy and obediently does as he was told with a hard thrust. Arthur cries hotly onto Eames’ cock, making Eames groans at the scorching breath rolling deliciously down his shaft.
He jerks his hip towards Arthur’s face in a silent demand, which the smart boy complies without protest.
The two older men start a pattern as they fuck the boy writhing beautifully on the table, letting Arthur fucks into his own grip. Unable to resist, Eames reaches out a hand to pinch one of the boy’s coral tipped bud. Arthur jerks up at the touch and moans loudly as he came.
The wonderful vibration of the boy’s throat and the tight clench of his ass bid his two lovers to reach completion, as well. Saito released into Arthur’s twitching hole, while Eames pulls out and pour his seed over Arthur’s face.
The sight of their handiwork was a masterpiece worthy to be memorialized in a museum.
Saito pats Arthur’s leg fondly, while turning to Eames.
“We seem to be having an issue with Cobol Engineering…”
Back to business, as usual.