[How could Eames deny him when Heine was so insistent? He braced himself on one of his elbows, the other on Heine's hip as he started to fuck into him in earnest, losing any real semblance of grace or rhythm. With as wound up as he was, and how Heine kept yanking on the collar, he didn't last too long, moans muffled by Heine's mouth.]
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