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[ Nill introduced him to the agency, promising him that it wouldn't be a bad experience to just go in and talk to the guy. Apparently he trains some of the dogs himself, which is why there are so few to choose from, but even if it didn't work out on his first visit he'd help him in the long run. With Nill's experience in the field, Heine trusts her word.

That doesn't mean he isn't stressed about it. After years of coping with his problems by himself, asking for help or admitting he needs it at all throws of the precarious routine he maintains most days.

The appointment he makes is later in the morning to avoid crowds on their way to work. When he arrives he's not sure where to go and ends up waiting in the reception area, standing by an empty desk with his hands in his pockets. ]

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[It was interesting to follow Heine back home, watching him as he moved effortlessly despite the obstacles. If it wasn't for his previous knowledge and Cerberus, he probably wouldn't have given him another glance. Well, Eames amended, watching his backside for a moment, he may have.

At the question, he turned his attention back to Heine, laughing.]

Loads of useless ones. Card tricks, being able to karaoke without shame, copying people's handwriting.

[ Unaware of Eames' less professional thoughts, Heine keeps walking. Bringing Cerberus into a more populated part of town after already taking him to the dog park seems like too much for one day, so they can put him at him before they go for food. ]

Handwriting? How about signatures?

Signatures are the easiest. People write them so often, and they're never identical. My mom had a cow when she figured out how often I forged her signatures.

[He paused, glancing over at Heine with a grin.]

But I only use my skills for good, I assure you.

[ Eames does use his skills for good, for the most part, and when he uses them for worse causes Heine usually thinks it's funny. They get along well because of that. The check-ups with Cerberus become less necessary. Heine gets used to having a pet, having a service dog, and having someone new in his life, all stemming from the choice that he made. Though admittedly he was pushed into it by Nill and his other connections.

He and Eames started going out for dinner together outside of Cerberus' training. More than once, in fact, and the mild jokes Eames made about getting past his defenses aren't unfounded anymore.

They're something, but nothing Heine has to think about for too long. He can do what he wants, he's an adult, and he doesn't have to make any excuses or explanations about why he's inviting Eames into his bedroom. ]

You can sit.

[ He's taken off his glasses and set them aside, freeing his hands to... do nothing, for now, just to listen to Eames. ]

[Normally, Eames was very strict about keeping his business life and his personal life separately. Sleeping with a client was the number one way to get himself in a whole heap of trouble, but Heine wasn't really a client anymore, was he? Cerberus' training was all but complete, and he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy Heine's company. He had grown to like his caustic wit, the secrets he would give in one word answers like kernels of gold, and the way he had opened his home to Cerberus, and eventually, Eames.

Saying he was surprised at how this song and dance had gone would be a discredit to both of them, so instead he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over a nearby chair as he watched Heine take off his glasses. Obediently, he took a seat, resting his hands loosely against the inside of his thighs, just taking Heine in.]

You can come closer. I only bite if you've been particularly bad.

[ Heine snorts loudly. He's comfortable here, lights on for Eames' benefit, beginning to undress with his jacket first. He hangs it on a hook before finally walking to Eames where he's sitting on the bed. ]

Sounds like you need some training yourself.

Yeah? Don't tell me you have a collar hidden here somewhere.

[Eames teased, reaching out for Heine as soon as he was close enough, pressing kisses along the column of his neck. He wasn't in any rush, and other than looping his fingers through Heine's belt loops, made no other moves to undress or touch him.]

I own a dog.

[ So, how weird would that really be? Heine's hips tip forward an inch from the fingers in the loops, head tilting to the side as if he's considering Eames.

Well—he is. Just not with his eyes. ]

You can take your own clothes off.

You'd really have me wear one of Cereberus' hand me downs? Not very sexy.

[Eames joked, but he was quick enough to comply, taking off his shirt and shrugging out of his pants and socks quickly enough. Unlike his jacket, he was fine with leaving them on a heap in the floor, striping out of his underwear last, before starting to work on Heine's clothes.]

Do you need help?

[ Hearing Eames shed those clothes, Heine approaches him afterwards, raising his arms slightly for Eames to take his t-shirt off. ]

You don't have to. [ But he lets him do it anyway, half-smiling as he adds, ] I wouldn't see how the collar looks on you anyway, so it'd only matter if I could pull you around.

[ He moves onto his pants next, wiggling out of them. It's Eames who's really seeing him for the first time now that they're undressed. Heine's turn comes after. ]

Get on the bed. [ Raising his hand, he jabs Eames in the center of his chest. ]

Hearing you say it like that makes it sound like something you'd like doing.

[His bemusement only lasted up until Heine stripped down, and he took him in, admiring the view until Heine prodded at him. Chuckling slightly, he did as he was told, sprawling out onto the bed, knuckling his hands against the headboard so Heine might have a better idea of where he was.]

Bossy aren't you? Are you going to fuck me or just give me orders?

Maybe I would.

[ Eames can't know. And—to be honest, Heine doesn't know either. He's never tried anything like that. People see the cane and they think he's delicate or something. ]

I might fuck you. If you follow the orders.

[ Once he reaches the bed, Heine gets onto it on his knees, following the sound of Eames' hands and the form of his body with his fingertips as he settles to straddle his middle. Up near his face, Heine leans down, using both hands to frame Eames' jaw until he's oriented himself for a short, soft kiss on his mouth. ]

[The gentleness of the kiss was surprising after the harshness of Heine's words, and Eames couldn't help but smile into it slightly. He had been expecting this to be quick and messy and hard, but he wasn't going to complain about this.

He kissed him back for a bit, running his hands leisurely along Heine's back. Between kisses, he murmured:]

What are your orders then?

Stay still.

[ Heine lets him have one more kiss before he sits back up, to make some room. He uses his hands and his mouth, not bothered by doing so, and only letting himself enjoy it. ]

You're harder than I thought you'd be.

[Heine's exploratory touches seemed magnified against Eames' skin, his impatience seeming to pull every nerve straight to the surface. He squirmed slightly beneath Heine's mouth and hands, breath quickening slightly.

He couldn't help but laugh at Heine's observation, trying to lie as still as possible to not interfere with how he was mapping out his body.]

What were you expecting?

I don't know what you do in your spare time.

[ Heine spreads his fingers out, spanning his ribcage, touching the indentations between muscle before digging his nails in lightly. ]

I didn't think dogwalking would be much exercise.

Are you saying you expected me to be pudgier?

[Eames asked, mock horrified, but he let out a small chuckle regardless, shuddering slightly as Heine's nails raked over his ribs. It felt like a tease despite the fact Eames knew it wasn't, keeping his eyes on Heine's face.]

I'll have you know that I do a lot more than dog walking.

Really. Wouldn't know it from how you barely talk about anything else.

[ It isn't a bad thing, though. Heine wouldn't say he was ever a dog person before Cerberus, but now he supposes he is by necessity. ]

Do you want to talk about my hobbies and interests now?

[He couldn't help but huff out a laugh, hands moving up Heine's spine, digging his nails in slightly.]

Or can we talk after?

Maybe later.

[ Heine agrees, mostly, though he adds on another question at that prick of nails in his skin. ]

But tell me how you like it.

[ The sex, the kissing. Whatever they're going to do here. Heine skims his palms further down to hold Eames' hips and sweeps his fingers inwards over the curves of his lower abdominals, to finally wrap gently around the base of his cock. ]

[It was a bit difficult to answer when Heine finally wrapped his hand around his cock, and Eames arched into the touch, trying to roll his hips up insistently for mow.]

Fast and hard. I want to be able to feel it tomorrow.

[Since Heine seemed to be done with his explorations, he trailed his hands over Heine's front, running a thumb over his nipple experimentally.]

Think you can do that?

[ He feels heat and friction travel from his torso, and then higher to a sensitive spot on his skin. He shivers. ]

Yeah. I can do that.

[ With a last squeeze of his fingers on Eames, Heine releases him and turns to the side to find the handle of his nightstand drawer. When he reaches in it only takes a moment to reach all the way to the back for the container of lube he only occasionally uses.

He's pretty sure it's still good. Well, Eames can read the expiration date after he squeezes a generous amount out onto his fingers and then drops the container on his torso. ]

Open your legs.

[That simple phrase was enough to get Eames' cock twitching in Heine's capable fingers. He believed him. Heine had never said he could do something he couldn't, wasn't the type to embellish or deflect like Eames was. He was startlingly and brutally honest, but Eames couldn't say he minded it.

He didn't need to be told twice, spreading his legs wide, taking a quick glance at the lube before setting it back on the nightstand.]

Should I help?

[Guide his fingers in, help show Heine what he liked through touch.]

Yeah. [ Heine hears a plastic tap, if not much else, but he's still able to unerringly guide his fingers between Eames' legs to press at his entrance. It's after that that he's willing to admit he needs some more than that. ]

Tell me what feels good.

[It was definitely interesting and a bit impressive how easily Heine slide his fingers in, Eames panting slightly as he started to press down more insistently against Heine's hand.]

Go deep as you can. Scissoring usually feels really good.

[Then, just to see what he could get away with-]

I'm fine with your mouth on my cock too, if you're willing. I'm not picky.

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