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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'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. ]

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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.]

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[ 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. ]

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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-

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[ 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?

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[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.

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[ 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.

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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.]

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[ 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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[It must be the bone meltingly good orgasm he was given that Eames found himself laughing at that praise, tilting his neck to give Heine better access. Satisfied, he ran his hands along Heine's back, catching his breath.]

It's worrisome how hot that is. There might definitely be some merit to the collar idea.

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Maybe next time.

[ With a quiet snicker, Heine gets off of him, ties off his condom, and goes to the spot on his nightstand where the tissue box is. ]

Clean yourself up first.