[ Heine allows himself to be pulled down, letting Eames lead the kiss and only nipping his lower lip when they part and Eames yells. Still panting hard, Heine lets out a low laugh as he slows his thrusts—and then finishes with one more hard thrust, climaxing inside of Eames and squeezing his sides hard. ]
Mm. [ Fuck, that was good. Heine bends down and kisses his neck, mouthing idly at his skin, biting a couple of marks. He lingers right at his throat and mumbles, not without humor, ] Good boy.
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Mm. [ Fuck, that was good. Heine bends down and kisses his neck, mouthing idly at his skin, biting a couple of marks. He lingers right at his throat and mumbles, not without humor, ] Good boy.