Messy white shirts
Title: Messy White Shirts
Fandom: Inception
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Summary: Done for ffodder's Round 4 prompt of the inception_kink meme. "Arthur wearing nothing but unbuttoned white shirt. Walking around with messy hair in the morning."
really, this man is going to be the death of him someday.
eames leans back against the pillows, watching his sleepy boyfriend untangle himself from the sheets (not without a few kisses to spare).
arthur stretches, like a cat (eames notices the purplish bruises on arthur's hips he'd made from the night before and grins- "mine", he thinks, "all mine.") and then reaches down to pick something off the carpet discarded from last night- his white button-up shirt, and slings it over his shoulders, but doesn't do up the buttons.
arthur pads into the bathroom (eames hears him turn on the tap), gargles, and emerges ten seconds later, to stand by the bedroom window, scrubbing furiously at his teeth. eames appreciates the view from the back- the rumpled shirt covers half his ass, and eames grins wickedly as he recognizes the bitemark he'd made. just thinking about the night before made him hard again. he sighs.
arthur turns from the window, and looks at eames fingering himself under the sheets, and smirks. "see something you like, darling?" he mocks eames' accent through a mouthful of toothpaste. he's half hard.
eames groans. "finish up, love, or i'll have to fuck you so hard you're going to be swallowing toothpaste."
arthur doesn't have to be told twice to make it back to the bathroom in three long strides.
Fandom: Inception
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Summary: Done for ffodder's Round 4 prompt of the inception_kink meme. "Arthur wearing nothing but unbuttoned white shirt. Walking around with messy hair in the morning."
really, this man is going to be the death of him someday.
eames leans back against the pillows, watching his sleepy boyfriend untangle himself from the sheets (not without a few kisses to spare).
arthur stretches, like a cat (eames notices the purplish bruises on arthur's hips he'd made from the night before and grins- "mine", he thinks, "all mine.") and then reaches down to pick something off the carpet discarded from last night- his white button-up shirt, and slings it over his shoulders, but doesn't do up the buttons.
arthur pads into the bathroom (eames hears him turn on the tap), gargles, and emerges ten seconds later, to stand by the bedroom window, scrubbing furiously at his teeth. eames appreciates the view from the back- the rumpled shirt covers half his ass, and eames grins wickedly as he recognizes the bitemark he'd made. just thinking about the night before made him hard again. he sighs.
arthur turns from the window, and looks at eames fingering himself under the sheets, and smirks. "see something you like, darling?" he mocks eames' accent through a mouthful of toothpaste. he's half hard.
eames groans. "finish up, love, or i'll have to fuck you so hard you're going to be swallowing toothpaste."
arthur doesn't have to be told twice to make it back to the bathroom in three long strides.