[Before Eames can even think of a retort, Heine slammed their hips together, making him arch and see stars, his hands quickly digging into Heine's back, as if begging for more.
And Heine delivered, like he always do, reducing Eames to moans and skin and pleasure, his world narrowed down to where their bodies met, the sound of his moans and the building realization he was about to cum.]
Heine.
[Was going to be all the warning he was going to get before Eames came hard, making out small punched out noises.]
no subject
And Heine delivered, like he always do, reducing Eames to moans and skin and pleasure, his world narrowed down to where their bodies met, the sound of his moans and the building realization he was about to cum.]
Heine.
[Was going to be all the warning he was going to get before Eames came hard, making out small punched out noises.]