[Eames would be hard pressed to say what brought that loud whine out of him, Heine's possessive little growl or the way he changed the angle of his thrusts so that he hit his prostate perfectly. Eames twisted away from him slightly as if the pleasure was too much, before grasping at something, anything, to keep his hips at that perfect angle.
He managed to get a pillow under his hips before he could even think of responding.]
Yes-! So don't [He had to stop to let out a few gasps, pleasure building rapidly along his spine] Don't stop.
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He managed to get a pillow under his hips before he could even think of responding.]
Yes-! So don't [He had to stop to let out a few gasps, pleasure building rapidly along his spine] Don't stop.