[ Heine shivers minutely from the touches of Eames' mouth, head tipped back. He sits back up to return the kiss. And if his hands wander down to trace the feeling of the collar on Eames' neck, who can blame him. ]
Get my pants off and rim me.
[ He makes his next demand in a curt, breathy tone, but it's an order all the same. ]
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Get my pants off and rim me.
[ He makes his next demand in a curt, breathy tone, but it's an order all the same. ]