[Heine's exploratory touches seemed magnified against Eames' skin, his impatience seeming to pull every nerve straight to the surface. He squirmed slightly beneath Heine's mouth and hands, breath quickening slightly.
He couldn't help but laugh at Heine's observation, trying to lie as still as possible to not interfere with how he was mapping out his body.]
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He couldn't help but laugh at Heine's observation, trying to lie as still as possible to not interfere with how he was mapping out his body.]
What were you expecting?