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madsmurf93 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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Re: EVERYONE YOU SAY??? (Fill: currently untitled Office Porn 2/3)
Date: 2011-04-27 12:36 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2011-04-28 12:27 pm (UTC)Suddenly Arthur is at his side, leaning over him. The heady scent of sex and spicy cologne fills his nostrils. "You're going to take every inch of me," Arthur whispers huskily near Eames' ear, "you're going to feel just how hot you make me every time you walk that pretty ass of yours through my office door."
Eames shivers as Arthur rucks up the back of his shirt and kisses a delicate trail down the length of his spine. For someone who has spent most of his time behaving like a right twat to him, Eames is still taken by how Arthur's mood can be as changeable as the bloody weather back home. Eames doesn't have time to contemplate this for much longer before Arthur draws a shuddering gasp from him as he spreads his cheeks and inserts one slick finger; stretching smooth muscle before adding a second.
"Oh god," Arthur breathes, dipping his forehead to rest on the small of Eames' back, his breath tickling skin. "You're so tight."
"Fuck me already, you arrogant douche," Eames hisses beneath him, his knuckles turning white as they clench the desk's edge in front of him. Arthur responds by removing his fingers and digging his perfectly manicured nails into the flesh of Eames' arse. This time, Eames can't suppress the groan that escapes his throat.
"That's right," Arthur sighs, licking a line in the dip of Eames' back before he slides into him. "Moan for me like the whore you are."
Eames would like not to give Arthur the satisfaction, but he feels too far gone as Arthur's thrusts deepen and become more urgent; gripping onto his hips and rubbing his stupid, gelled hair all over his clean shirt.
"Come for me, beautiful," Arthur pants as he reaches underneath to stroke Eames' leaking cock. How goddamn trite, Eames thinks. I can do much better than that.
"Oh, Robert!" Eames yelps when comes all over Arthur's desk and hand, earning a growl from Arthur as he hears the name of his former assistant. Arthur collapses in a shuddering heap on top of Eames a moment later, too fucked-out to do anything about the way Eames' torso shakes with laughter.
"Even in your fantasies you have poor taste," Arthur mumbles into Eames' shirt, getting his breath back. He reaches a trembling hand across to the box of tissues on his right and pulls out a wad, tossing them in a pile next to Eames' face. "This desk isn't going to clean itself." Arthur straightens up and eases out of Eames with a groan before stumbling a little on his way towards his private bathroom, concealed behind a wood-panneled wall.
Eames grins at the way his perfect hair is mussed in all directions. "Fix your hair, it looks like a fucking rat's nest," Eames calls to him. Arthur turns and smiles serenely at him, raising his middle finger before disappearing to make himself appear slightly less debauched.
The other man shakes his head and thinks fondly towards next week as he cleans himself and Arthur's precious desk. On Monday morning when Eames brings Arthur his coffee and he receives a scolding for it not being the right temperature and a remark about how hideous his shirt is, maybe they'll do this little dance again.
Eames wouldn't have it any other way.
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Date: 2011-04-29 06:55 am (UTC)XDXDXD
A sexy conclusion to a sexy fic. Thanks!
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Date: 2011-04-30 12:47 am (UTC)