[ Heine may have told Eames to do it, but he jolts in surprise all the same when Eames starts to fuck him with his tongue. He tips forward and grabs for the sheets, clawing at them and yanking.
A few noises slip out. Heine might prefer to be quiet, but he can't help making some sounds, panting becoming heavier with the heady thrill of being rimmed hard. Rocking back on his knees onto Eames' tongue, he groans and squeezes down, thighs twitching. ]
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A few noises slip out. Heine might prefer to be quiet, but he can't help making some sounds, panting becoming heavier with the heady thrill of being rimmed hard. Rocking back on his knees onto Eames' tongue, he groans and squeezes down, thighs twitching. ]
That's... better.