Rougher stuff. [ As he responds, Heine continues to move his fingers inside of Eames, tilting forward as if he's being drawn in as well, to that heat and warmth and tightness. ] I don't want you to handle me like I'm delicate.
[ His other hand comes up, fingers tracing the center of his chest until he touches his collarbones. ]
no subject
[ His other hand comes up, fingers tracing the center of his chest until he touches his collarbones. ]
And I'm interested in the collar. For you.