[Too blown apart to offer actual words of encouragement, instead Eames relied on moving his hips, moaning, and shuddering as he felt Heine come inside him, hot and insistent. He pulled him down into a kiss, uncaring of the mess that was smearing between the two of them, wanting to convey his affection the best way he could. Then he rested his forehead against Heine's, a small smile tugging at the edges of his lips.]
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Good?