[ Eames can't know. And—to be honest, Heine doesn't know either. He's never tried anything like that. People see the cane and they think he's delicate or something. ]
I might fuck you. If you follow the orders.
[ Once he reaches the bed, Heine gets onto it on his knees, following the sound of Eames' hands and the form of his body with his fingertips as he settles to straddle his middle. Up near his face, Heine leans down, using both hands to frame Eames' jaw until he's oriented himself for a short, soft kiss on his mouth. ]
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[ Eames can't know. And—to be honest, Heine doesn't know either. He's never tried anything like that. People see the cane and they think he's delicate or something. ]
I might fuck you. If you follow the orders.
[ Once he reaches the bed, Heine gets onto it on his knees, following the sound of Eames' hands and the form of his body with his fingertips as he settles to straddle his middle. Up near his face, Heine leans down, using both hands to frame Eames' jaw until he's oriented himself for a short, soft kiss on his mouth. ]