cotton, wind, blow, blouse

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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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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?

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[ 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. ]

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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?

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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. ]

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[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?

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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.

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[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?

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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.

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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.

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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. ]

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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?

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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. ]

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[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?

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[ 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.

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[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.]

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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.

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[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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[ Amused by Eames' bald-faced request, Heine snorts softly and moves himself. He keeps his fingers inside of Eames, feeling his body tense and pulse, making sure he doesn't scratch him as he lowers himself until he thinks he's close to his dick. His other hand has to come up to find it, though. ]

Deep. [ He repeats, just to make sure that Eames knows what he's getting into when he pushes his fingers in hard all the way to his knuckles. ]

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[Even with that small warning, having Heine press knuckle deep into him was a shock, Eames' back arching off of the bed as he moaned. The sensation was a touch uncomfortable and mostly pleasurable, and as he moved his hips to try to get accustomed to it, it started to bleed into a good kind of heat.]

What do you like?

[It'd probably be good to file it away for later before he got too distracted to talk.]

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Rougher stuff. [ As he responds, Heine continues to move his fingers inside of Eames, tilting forward as if he's being drawn in as well, to that heat and warmth and tightness. ] I don't want you to handle me like I'm delicate.

[ His other hand comes up, fingers tracing the center of his chest until he touches his collarbones. ]

And I'm interested in the collar. For you.

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I'll ah- keep that in mind.

[Eames couldn't help but watch as Heine leaned closer into him, breath hitching as he watched his fingers slide in and out of him, cock already half hard from that alone. It didn't help as Heine pressed against his collarbones, murmuring about the collar. It had been a joke not too long ago, but the thought of it was definitely not an unpleasant one.

Eames let out a soft moan at the thought, spreading his legs a bit wider.]

Anything you'd like, just fuck me already.

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You think you're ready?

[ Heine's going to take his word for it. It does take a while longer for him to find the lube and the condoms again, but while finishing the last steps of preparation he indulges in leaning down and kissing his way over Eames' neck and collarbones, biting in, dragging his teeth over skin hard enough to feel it get hot under his lips. ]

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Been ready since you started talking about a collar. Should have known you'd be into it.

[Eames huffed out a laugh until Heine started biting along his neck. He reached down between them to stroke Heine's cock encouragingly.]

Don't tease.

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[ Heine snickers, short and soft, and sits up. As he braces himself on his knees he makes sure he's in position before guiding himself between Eames' legs. ]

I won't.

[ Though he does have to take some time to really get himself ready and make sure he's sliding into that slick heat, properly entering him. With a roll of his hips he's finally inside of him. ]

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[It definitely felt close to teasing as Heine laughed, but Eames couldn't find it in himself to protest when only a few moments later Heine was pressing into him, his back arching to help facilitate that movement. He let out a sigh of relief, wrapping his legs around Heine's waist, pushing him in deeper.]

C'mon-