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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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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.

[ 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. ]

[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.]

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.

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.

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. ]

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.

[ 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. ]

[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-

[ With Eames pulling him in, Heine still takes his time entering him. He keeps his feet on the bed to brace himself and push himself forward at a measured pace, feeling his ass squeeze and flex around his shaft hotly. ]

You like my dick that much?

[ When he's finally in to the hilt, Heine stops, breathing in and out and enjoying the warm press of Eames' skin to his hips. ]

Do you think I'll just take anyone's?

[Eames fired back, trying not to whine at Heine's slow pace, but there was a small noise reminiscent of one at the back of his throat.

When Heine was fully settled in, Eames tried moving his hips, anything to try to get Heine to actually move.]

You're just impatient.

[ Heine does start moving, though, slow and small rocks of his hips that mean working only part of his length in and out of his body. He can feel the tenseness in Eames and his eagerness; he digs his nails in abruptly to his chest to scratch him lightly. ]

And you're a tease.

[It wasn't half as harsh as it should be, Eames instead focusing on trying to get Heine to move, digging his heels into the small of Heine's back and moving his hips.]

You can go harder.

[With his nails or his cock, really.]

[ He could make Eames wait longer, and he thinks it'd be good fun, but right now he wants to fuck him. It's been a while, he can admit that, and Eames feels good around him as Heine starts to work his hips in hard, short thrusts.

He doesn't need any support or help to fuck Eames like this. Hanging onto it, the simple pleasure of it, Heine rests his weight on his hands and begins to fuck him even harder. ]

Yes, god-

[As Heine started to fuck him in earnest, Eames pressed his hands up against the headboard of the bed to help give him leverage, matching his thrusts. Normally, Eames wouldn't bother to be very noisy in bed, but considering Heine was missing the view, he wanted to give him something to reward him for listening.

He let his breathing go ragged, gasping loudly as Heine slammed into him roughly. And when Heine finally hit the spot that sent sparks flying behind his eyelids and got his feet to scramble against the sheets, he let out a loud moan.]

There, fuck-

[ The noises are definitely good—rewarding, hot, in a way that makes Heine growl and slam into Eames so hard the bed hits the wall. ]

There? [ With his hands he grabs Eames and forces his hips to cant up slightly, to better angle his thrusts to grind against his prostate with firm, repeated movements. ] Did you like that?

[Eames would be hard pressed to say what brought that loud whine out of him, Heine's possessive little growl or the way he changed the angle of his thrusts so that he hit his prostate perfectly. Eames twisted away from him slightly as if the pleasure was too much, before grasping at something, anything, to keep his hips at that perfect angle.

He managed to get a pillow under his hips before he could even think of responding.]

Yes-! So don't [He had to stop to let out a few gasps, pleasure building rapidly along his spine] Don't stop.

[ The movement of Eames to get himself in position doesn't go unnoticed, and Heine pauses momentarily to give him the room. It leaves him in the perfect position for Heine to thrust forward into him again and drive straight into the place that'd made him almost shout before. ]

Keep making noise. [ Demanding, and almost punishing with how hard he's fucking him, Heine grips his hips. ] Louder.

Fuck!

[Even if Eames wanted to keep quiet, he would have a hard time doing so. Now that he was in a better position, Heine kept hitting that perfect spot over and over again until Eames felt like he was drowning under waves of pleasure, gasping and moaning wontonly as Heine fucked into him.]

Heine.

[It came out as a loud whine, Eames moving his hands to the back of his neck to pull him down for a few desperate kisses.]

Close- Don't stop!

[It only took a few more thrusts before Eames was coming hard and with a shout so loud he hoped that Heine's neighbors wouldn't call the police.]

[ Heine allows himself to be pulled down, letting Eames lead the kiss and only nipping his lower lip when they part and Eames yells. Still panting hard, Heine lets out a low laugh as he slows his thrusts—and then finishes with one more hard thrust, climaxing inside of Eames and squeezing his sides hard. ]

Mm. [ Fuck, that was good. Heine bends down and kisses his neck, mouthing idly at his skin, biting a couple of marks. He lingers right at his throat and mumbles, not without humor, ] Good boy.

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