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It just doesn't get enough apperication [BOTTOM!EAMES FEST]

Hello Darlings,

This is Eames:

Not many people know much about Eames except for one thing...and it is very important.

It is his arse and this is his arse:

This is also his arse:

SEE IT MOVE!

AND MOVE SOME MORE:

AND SEE SOME MORE LOVELY ARSE:

ISN'T IT LUSH AND BOTTOMABLE?

You see, Eames is no top (sure those Bottom!Arthur fics will tell you otherwise) but instead he is a begging and slutty bottom for everyone and especially Arthur (ESPECIALLY ARTHUR!) Just in case you are wondering this is Arthur:

In conclusion, Eames is a slutty bottom for every male in the fandom and this is your chance to prompt that and fic it and graphics it, draw it and fanvid it and just do everything to it because EVERYONE NEEDS TO APPRECIATE BOTTOM!EAMES because, really, he is a delightful thing.

Arse pics courtesy of google and Bina <33 Mostly from Bina since Bina is a goddess amongst mortals - just saying.

NOW! GO WRITE, VID, GRAPHIC, DRAW AND PROMPT BOTTOM!EAMES WITH ANYONE AND EVERYONE!!

Loves Maddie <3

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I NEED THIS FEST IN MY LIFE. UNFORTUNATELY I AM SO DAMN BUSY.

I am going to haunt and wait for a prompt. That is my plan. And in case anyone else is in my situation of wanting to write something but having no ideas, I will leave a prompt of my own:

Eames likes to antagonise Arthur because he knows Arthur likes their banter. And when Arthur gets intense in the bedroom (like you know he would), Eames can't help but extend the banter into this situation as well. Banter porn!

Eames is leaning against the wall of the shower, because he’s tired and disgusting and frankly he can’t be bothered to do anything more than lean against the wall and let the hot water run over him and try to loosen some of the dirt and grime and sweat and blood from this morning’s adventure. It’s barely four in the afternoon, and he’s already: ran up and down Quebec’s cobblestone streets, chased by Interpol; shot a man, tied him to a concrete block, and dropped his body into the St. Lawrence River; ran back up the stairs of death to the old city; ran up and then rappelled back out of the tower of the Notre Dame du Quebec; ran back down the stairs of death to the lower town; dived into the St. Lawrence River to get the body back; fished out a packet of secret documents from the dead man’s jacket; dropped him back into the St. Lawrence River; ran back up the stairs of death to the old city to find that the entire block around the Notre Dame had been blown up, thanks to Yusuf; hotwired a cab, and then drove all the way out here to Ariadne’s parents’ house to find her brother practically bleeding out in the middle of the road. So it’s been a long day, and Eames is very tired, thank you very much, and he would just like to enjoy his well-deserved shower in peace.

He squeezes out some toothpaste onto his toothbrush and sticks it in his mouth, lazily brushing away, and leans his head back so it hits the shower wall. The shower head is pointed directly at his cock, and the water tickles as it runs between his bush and his skin and trickles down his legs. He spits out some toothpaste and turns around, intending to wash off his rear, but before he can grab the bar of soap, the toilet door opens.

“Fuck off, I’m showering,” he calls at the intruder, and the door closes again. Eames breathes out a sigh of relief and leans back into the warm spray and-

Oh.

Oh.

“You like that?” asks Arthur, and pushes his finger the rest of the way in.

I am so excited for this fest you would not believe. I'll try to stop by to write something, but in the meanwhile, here is my favorite prompt:

Eames riding Arthur.

GO!

SUCH A LOVELY BUM ♥

You like that?

I should hope so!

Eames is the office slut, he gives people blowjobs under the table and then they punish him for distracting the team in the work place (spanking?) A cock in his ass is a reward.

WELCOME!

What a lovely prompt <3 I'd write it if I wasn't so unsure about my bantery ability xD I hope it gets filled <33

Oh.

Oh.

"You like that?" asks Arthur, and pushes his finger the rest of the way in.

*loves you*

<333

<33 Lovely prompt, I may just try it...if I muster up what I've learnt from reading everyone else's porn and hope that something good comes out of it xD So I might have some fill up later :D

This fandom does things to me, it really does and I blame Eames arse since it seems the appropriate thing to do xD

SUCH A LOVELY, LOVELY BUM ♥♥♥

♥_____♥

YES PLEASE WITH EAMES ON TOP!

Arthur loves Eames's strength. The strength of his shooter's stance, of his work and reputation, the strength of his presence in a room.

The strength of his body, his sleek shoulders and strong thighs, are possibly the most obvious manifestation of his strength, and when they're straining over Arthur, holding him down so that Eames can settle himself down incrementally slowly onto Arthur's cock and then lifing up and pushing down again over and over - that might just be Arthur's favourite part.

Soon the restraint of their rhythm is lost, and Eames is riding Arthur in earnest, rolling his body up and over so that Arthur slides and out without having to do anything, which is good, because Arthur can't move - hips pinned by Eames's thighs, and wrists pinned by Eames's hands, his piano-player's handspan used to its fullest here, wrapping Arthur's wrists entirely.

'Don't come,' Arthur says, hoarsely. 'Not til I do, Eames, you hear me? You listening to me? Not til I do - not til we're both ready, yeah?'

And Eames nods, his nostrils flaring and his teeth gritted with the effort, and just picks himself up again and puts himself down over and over.

Before long, Arthur can't take it any longer and his body overrides his brain and lurches up into Eames, spasming and shuddering its release, and Eames's eyes roll back into his head and he comes as well, teeth biting hard into his lip.

And after that, Eames rolls over and stretches, and disposes of the condom, and gets dressed again, pressing a stubble-lined kiss into Arthur's temple.

'I'll see you later, at Cobb's next little pep-talk,' he says. 'Got to get some files in order first. Not all of us are as organised as you, kitten,' and Arthur thinks, insofar as he's capable of thought at all, that Eames's strength of mind is perhaps his favourite part of all.

“Do you think,” Eames says, voice shaking, “That maybe- fuck- you could give me some- oh god- warning before you spring sex on me in the shower?”

“Shut up,” Arthur whispers in his ear, and shoves him face-first into the shower wall. “It’s been a stressful day for all of us and I need to work out my pent-up aggression.”

“Yes, well- oof- forewarned is forearmed, they say- Jesus, Arthur- and I could have maybe- fuck- worked out a couple-”

Arthur threads his other hand through Eames’ hair, pulling it tight. “I said shut up, Eames.”

“Yes sir,” Eames breathes, and relaxes into the wall, Arthur’s fingers working him open as the water runs rivulets down his legs. He takes in the steam, the smell of the river washing itself away; Arthur crowds into him, wet skin rubbing on wet skin, and suddenly Eames needs his cock stroked, now. “Arthur-”

“Fuck, I know,” Arthur says, and then all of a sudden his fingers are gone and Eames feels cold and empty and lets out a whimper until the space is filled with Arthur’s cock.

Arthur slams him into the wall, again and again, and Eames can feel a bruise forming, where his poor neglected willy keeps getting slapped against the tile. “Arthur,” he gasps, more insistent this time, and lets out a whine as Arthur pulls out. “Arthur, I need-”

And then Arthur’s grabbing him by the hair again and pulling him off the wall. “Floor,” he says, dropping down, spreading his legs as wide as they can go. Eames takes a moment to catch his breath, and then sinks down on top of him, back onto Arthur’s dripping cock. “I”m gonna make you scream so hard that all of Canada will know what we’re doing.”

Um, done for now, but I might come back to this. Herp derp. Enjoy! ♥

I slightly envy the citizens of Canada ...

Oh god, me too. Although I think Ariadne's parents are in the next room, so that may end up being awkward...

<3

Oh, poor Ariadne's parents ... but no, I'm still jealous :P

OH MY GOD THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER, I SWEAR.

Prompt: Student Eames bottoming for Professor Arthur. A fill would make me so happy...and the world a better place :)

Or BB!Eames bottoming for badass (possible dream criminal) Arthur. This would blow my world.

YEeees baby Eames xD

I'm afraid to post pictures of a young Tom Hardy (not that I can find them anymore) he was really skinny!

ldskfjjjjjjvnLSKDJBVs'/ldkjvndskjlbvdf I WILL BE BACK LATER, PROBABLY DRUNK, WITH PORN? IN THE MEAN TIME HAVE A PROMPT:

♥ EAMES THE PASS-AROUND PARTY BOTTOM ♥

Augh, so many typos. I are shame. That will teach me to post in a hurry ...

I'd like to thank all that helped edit this thing. I would also like to thank all you lovely people for partaking in this fest. So without further ado I give you Tell Me What You Want
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“That’s it, Eames, open up further for me, there’s a good boy.”

Eames’ groan was muffled by the soft silk of Arthur’s tie that he clenched his teeth agains as Arthur licked and probed his quivering hole. Eames could feel Arthur’s smirk, curving against his skin as he sought out that spot that would make his nerves scream. Arthur’s slim fingers felt sharp against his skin, digging in just so that he could achieve that slight pinch of pain that made it all the more enjoyable.

“Please...Arthur, I - ” Arthur’s laughter sent shivers down his spine, all the way down to his cock. “Please.” His words were muffled by the tie but but were all the more meaningful for it.

When Arthur’s sinful tongue stopped its circular motion and Arthur moved back away — taking Eames’ pleasure with him — Eames wanted to whine from the loss. Eames was not a man that whined. He never whined, so instead he squirmed and whimpered for that sharp witted tool of destruction to get back to what it was doing. If Arthur’s chuckle was anything to go by, Eames reckoned that he understood what Eames wanted and denied him anyway.

“Arthur,” was all he got out before his head was yanked back and his neck stretched back. He looked up into Arthur’s eyes and blinked, whining at the back of his throat. “Please...I need you.”

Eames watched as Arthur smirked that half smile, showing little teeth and a wicked tongue. “That won’t do, Mr Eames, I can barely hear you.” Slowly Arthur untied the tie from the back of his head, soothing the marks that had begun to form with small kisses that were entirely too short. Nimble fingers danced across his exposed neck and Eames arched into the ghost-like touch. “Now tell me what you want, Mr. Eames. Remember to use your words.”

He let out a gasp as Arthur sunk his teeth into his collarbone. “I - I want you to slick me up with your tongue and then your fingers just to be sure.” Eames sucked in a breath as Arthur’s fingers danced across skin that felt entirely too hot, the touch barely there, almost like a whisper. It was driving Eames around the bend. He just wanted to feel. He wanted more. “I want you to pry me open and fuck me into the mattress. Make me forget, Arthur. Make me remember who I am. Please, Arthur.”

Arthur’s grip on his hair loosened, now only stroking the strands of hair gently, allowing his neck to stretch forward into a comfortable position. Arthur’s other hand trailed down his spine and down to his arse. “Such a beautiful arse, Mr. Eames.” Arthur skillfully pried apart his ass cheeks and move down to continue where he had left off with his indecent tongue. It twisted and curled making sure to reach as much as it could. When Eames started to get lost the sensation the intrusive tongue would move out and then move back in short stabs, never the same. Eames moaned his approval and bucked into the intrusion. “More. Please. Give me more, please.”

At the sharp tug of his hair Eames let out a strangled groan, pushing his arse into the air. His hands dug into the sheets, knees struggling to keep himself up. He was, wanton with desire for everything that was Arthur. He could have screamed when Arthur pulled back again. He could feel his arse pulsing, trying to suck back the pleasure. He whined, clawing at the sheets.

“Do you think I should start with my fingers now?”
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Yeah I can't think of what to add at the moment so maybe more later?

* * *

Arthur finishes his conversation with Mr. Saito and his senior staff, all charming smiles and professional politeness until he signs off of Skype. He looks down at his lap and glares.

"Eames," Arthur hisses with a lick of his lips, his collared shirt adhering to the damp skin on his back. "I was on a motherfucking video conference call to Tokyo just now." Eames' crooked grin flashes up at him from the shadows under his desk; his lips red and shiny-slick.

"That frown does nothing to detract from the post-orgasm glow in your cheeks, darling."

"Oh for god's sake." Arthur grabs the glass of iced water with a little slice of lemon in it that Eames brought him and presses the cool side to his face.

Arthur had actually ended the call before he climaxed and blamed trouble with his internet connection when he phoned Saito back a minute later. It was ashamedly unprofessional of him, but what else was he supposed to do? Feign a coughing fit and cover his face? That would have been terribly inadequate.

"They were probably wondering why I kept loosening my tie every ten seconds."

"I was doing you a favour. Testing the limits of your composure. But even you can't keep from becoming hopelessly unravelled." There's that grin again and Arthur fancies wiping it right off his ridiculously handsome face.

"You really are the worst office assistant I've ever had, and that's including that Fischer kid," Arthur sighs. "I gave you these documents to photocopy hoping to keep you occupied, and look what happens," Arthur huffs, waving the large stack of papers in Eames' face dramatically.

"But I give the best blow jobs, you cannot deny," Eames smirks. Well, that's one thing Arthur can't argue with.

"Smug fucker," Arthur growls as he replaces the documents, his voice having taken on a dangerous edge. "Can't keep that slutty mouth of yours away from my cock for more than an hour, can you?" Eames shifts on his knees expectantly and Arthur pushes his fancy executive chair back from his desk with his socked feet. "You must be punished. Get out from under there."

Arthur stands and pulls his suit trousers up his thighs, then heads towards his door to make sure it's locked. Eames leans on the edge of his desk casually, waiting for Arthur to deliver his sentence. The other man sits back down in his chair and rests both hands on the leather arms.

"Drop your pants," Arthur orders, and Eames wastes no time in complying.

"Bend over."

Eames clears some space on Arthur's desk - papers, coffee mug and Rubik's cube - and leans over it with his arse curving in Arthur's direction.

Arthur scoffs. "Not on the desk, over my knees."

Eames turns to him with a tinge of humiliation appearing on his cheeks, and this time it's Arthur's turn to smirk at him. "Please, or I'll have you re-organising the office supply closet for the rest of the afternoon."

"You manipulative bastard," Eames murmurs, but only half-heartedly. Arthur positions his chair parallel to his desk and Eames bends over his top half until his chin and hands are resting on its wooden edge. "Been thinking about my arse every day since I started here?" Eames asks over his shoulder. "Or is this a spur--"

SLAP.

Eames is cut off by Arthur's palm connecting with his flesh with a meaty crack, and bites his bottom lip to keep from crying out. “Jesus,” he gasps, and Arthur smiles in satisfaction.

"You like that?" Arthur enquires sweetly, and doesn't wait for Eames' reply before bringing his hand down again.

“Ungh,” Eames grunts, the force of the slap shifting his bare cock to slide against Arthur’s pant legs.

SLAP.

"You should see yourself," Arthur breathes in a voice smooth like liqueur, "turning all pink and raw for me."

Eames is beginning to feel very flustered with the delicious friction of Arthur's midnight-blue silk blend trousers against him. With each blow he finds himself grinding into Arthur’s legs, which is soon met with an especially hard reprimand.

“Trying to get yourself off, are you? Don't you fucking dare come all over these pants. They're new-season--" SLAP "--Burberry Prorsum."

"Are you eh-enjoying yourself?" Eames stammers, face flushed and sweaty fingers sliding across the polished hardwood.

"This feels so cathartic, you wouldn't believe," Arthur pants. "Spanking all my frustrations out. I must suggest it to Cobb at next month's stress management workshop." Arthur has exerted himself into quite a state too; warmth rising to his cheeks once again and a few dark stands of hair falling across his forehead. Eames can only manage a snort in response at this stage and wonders with eyes clenched shut just how long Arthur's going to keep torturing his arse and his cock for. Slap-slide. Slap-slide. Slap-slide.

"My hand's feeling pretty numb," Arthur announces a minute later, and Eames notices that the blows are starting to lose their sting. Eames lets out a sigh of relief when Arthur removes his hand for good and motions to stand out of his chair. "Uh-huh, we're not done here," Arthur says when Eames straightens up gingerly.

Now that there's some proper blood flow to that area he can sure feel the full impact of Arthur's palm, and Eames winces when he touches his bruised behind. He's about to open his mouth in protest to a further spanking when he sees Arthur find a condom and bottle of lube in his bottom drawer. "Unless you'd rather do some filing?" Arthur teases with a raised eyebrow when he sees the look of outrage on Eames' face.

His tone softens. "Bend over, for real this time."

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Edited 2011-04-27 12:37 (UTC)

Aw, look at Arthur being all accommodating! ;) And he managed to make Eames shut up for a little while... that's got to be an achievement in itself! :D

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It just doesn't get enough apperication [BOTTOM!EAMES FEST]

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Part 1/2? Shower sex.

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EVERYONE YOU SAY???

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just a short thing :)

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This fest was needed. Everyone should appreciate all his assets more.

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