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madsmurf93) wrote2011-04-27 12:41 pm
madsmurf93) wrote2011-04-27 12:41 pm
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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:
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: 
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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He leans back, admiring the view. From the side, he can see those thick lips, swollen and red and still so wet, can see the way Eames’s lashes flutter with each inch he presses in, can see the dark marks in the carpet where Eames’s fingers are tugging against the pile. “Talk to me,” Robert tells him, because he wants to know. He wants to know what’s going through Eames’s mind right now.
Eames laughs breathlessly. “What,” he stops to moan shakily, “What do you want to know?”
“Tell me about your favorite fantasy,” Robert says, curious. “Tell me what you think about when you touch yourself.”
“Arthur,” Eames gasps, and his eyes are squeezed so tight that Robert doubts he even knows he’s answered until Eames repeats the name so low it’s practically a prayer.
“Tell me about him,” Robert says. Eames whimpers, rocking back into his thrusts.
“He’s,” Eames says. “God, he’s just Arthur. Stupid, boring, absolutely gorgeous Arthur.”
“And what is Arthur doing to you?” Robert asks, and Eames snorts.
“Nothing. Nothing at all.”
“What would you want him to do to you?” Robert corrects himself.
“I,” Eames moans then, long and low, and presses his face into the crook of one arm, reaching the other back to take himself in hand with short, quick strokes. “He’s got me on the, the chair. I’m asleep, and he knows he can do anything he wants to do to me.”
“Is Arthur bigger than you?” Robert asks quietly.
Eames laughs again. “No. He’s thin; you’re actually quite similar in build,” he says, and Robert hums encouragingly. “No, the only time he could ever overpower me is when I’m asleep, and he knows it. It’s the only time he could completely control me.”
“And you want him to control you?” Robert asks. Eames’s lips go slack with the suggestion; he’s beyond moaning, fist flying over his cock as Robert pushes into him in steady, slow thrusts.
“Oh, God, yes,” Eames manages. “I, I want—”
“And what does Arthur do when he’s got you at his mercy?”
“He,” Eames stutters for breath. His thighs are corded tight beneath Robert’s hands and Robert knows it won’t be long. “He sucks me. He sucks me long and slow, and it feels like hours, I mean it is hours, until I’m going mad from it, until I can’t stand it any longer, until I—” he chokes on saliva then, drooling.
“Do you come?” And Robert’s voice is insidious, deadly soft and suggestive. Eames’s whole body shakes.
“Please,” Eames begs. “Oh, please.”
“Does Arthur let you come?” Robert insists.
“N—I don’t—”
“When you wake up, does he flip you over? Does he rim you? Does he play with you until you’re a broken, soggy mess?”
“I—please!”
Robert pauses, clenching a fist around Eames’s wrist. There’s surprising tension in his thin frame, and Eames is taut beneath him. “Does he fuck you hard?” Robert asks quietly. “Does he open you up and give you the fucking you really need?”
“Please.” Eames is a mess now, poised on the edge so delicately.
“Tell me.”
“Yes!” And Eames nearly screams the word as he seizes around Robert’s cock, back tight and arched as he comes. “Yes!”
Robert rides out the spasms, his own orgasm no less sweet for being less violent. He’s subtle, already tugging his cuffs back together and resnapping the links by the time Eames can look up at him bashfully, cheeks red with exertion and honesty. Robert gives him a half-smile. “If you ever wake up from that dream,” Robert says, and his eyes are sleepy-sated, “I’d be glad to help you dream another.”
“I,” Eames says. His voice crackles and he’s not sure what to say, but somehow he’s slightly guilty as he looks at his mark.
“I’m sure I’m no Arthur,” Robert continues blithely, then smiles. “But I’d be real.”
Eames manages a crooked smile and knows better.
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