[It was like a jolt of electricity, Heine's whispered words, Eames going deathly still for a moment. The part about not getting off wasn't as good of incentive as not getting to fuck Heine while wearing a collar, so he ducked down to help tug Heine's pants off, rough. He leaned up to bite at Heine's hipbone while nudging him with his hand.]
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It's better if you're on your knees.