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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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Then what does it say exactly?

[Since Heine didn't seem like he was going to be more forthcoming, Eames went to stand behind him, slowly settling his hands on Heine's waist to give him time to pull away. If he didn't, he'd be rewarded with Eames nosing into his hair.]

Well... [ Heine raises his arms for Eames to get his own around him, wiping his hand clean on a paper towel before he reaches down to touch the tag on the collar himself. He lets him put his face in his hair, smiling slightly. There's another moment of silence while he runs his thumb over the Braille. ]

Looks like they got it right. [ Finally he gives Eames the answer he's been waiting for: ] It says 'pet'.

[The suspense killed him a little, but he waited as patiently as possible, pressing a small kiss against the back of Heine's neck as if to help speed up the process. But Heine was as unflappable as always, and he didn't disappoint.]

Seriously? That's not much better than 'dog'.

[Still, the word sent a small shiver down his spine, and he let his hands wander up the front of Heine's shirt.]

When were you thinking of testing it out?

It's more general.

[ In a good mood, Heine allows Eames to touch him, putting the food items away and moving the sandwiches onto two plates. ]

After lunch. I made you one.

[ Staying against the counter, Heine rotates to stand between Eames arms and lean forward for a quick kiss, using his hands to find the line of his jaw first. ]

Put them on the table.

I don't have the collar on yet, do I still have to follow your instructions?

[It was more a tease than anything, Eames leaning into the kiss before obediently following Heine's orders. He let their shoulders and arms brush more than necessary as he grabbed the plates and took the to the table, snagging a bite out of his sandwich.]

Want anything to drink?

You do if you want lunch.

[ Heine starts to eat after Eames does, licking a crumb from the pad of his thumb somewhat absently. ]

Water.

[ And he's going to know if Eames is moving to get that for him immediately, so... off you go, Eames. ]

[Rude, treating him like a pet already. Still, obediently he got a drink for Heine and finished off his sandwich quickly enough. He was buzzing with the unspoken promise of the collar, but not wanting to seem too eager, stayed seated when he was done.]

Should we go through the mail?

[ He knows he's messing with Eames, and it's absolutely on purpose. But he does want lunch, so... they can both deal with it. ]

Yeah.

[ The ones he hadn't read are opened but still in their envelopes. ]

Anything important?

[More so than the charged atmosphere between them, the fact that Heine trusts him enough to go through his mail and the domesticity of it was odd. Eames had never really dated or got into relationships, mostly because they were too much work and tended to be more trouble than they were worth, but being with Heine had proved to be none of those things.

Not that he was sure he could call it a relationship.]

Mostly bills.

[Eames said, setting those aside, frowning as he looked through the rest.]

Unless you need a new credit card because there's a lot of those offers.

[ Their relationship is... something. And it's definitely a relationship; Heine can't deny it any more than he can deny the collar he'd ordered and has now set aside nearby. ]

Definitely don't. I'll get the bills done.

[ For now he focuses on eating. Eames can be distracted by the sight of the collar if he wants to be. Heine has no such problems. ]

What were you doing earlier? Before you came over.

[Was Heine trying to torment him? Because it definitely felt like it. Part of the reason that Eames liked Heine and part of why the other man drove him crazy was because there were times he couldn't read his intentions. For someone who fancied himself a great observer and student of the human condition, Heine could still surprise him.

But he'd play along for now, or at least until Heine was done eating.]

We have a new patient we're seeing who has really severe PTSD. It seems like almost everything sets him off, so it's been slow going.

[Eames wiped at the bottom of his face, a bit tired.]

But he treats his dog well, so there's that.

[ Heine doesn't have it in him to eat slowly, mostly out of habit, and he only takes his time when he only has his glass of water left. ]

Do you get to talk to his therapist?

[ After another long drink, Heine cocks his head slightly to the left when he hears short claws clicking against the ground. Cerberus has awakened from the nap he was taking, and he seems intrigued by the smell of food, if the beeline he makes towards them is any indication. Heine holds his hand out and rubs his fingers on his head absently. The collar sits untouched between him and Eames. ]

Sometimes, but mostly what he needs is time. Like any good relationship, it needs to be built up and we can't rush these things.

[He paused when he heard Cerberus come clacking in, patting him on his rump as he passed, laughing.]

What, I don't even get a hello? That's cold.

He knows who feeds him.

[ Eventually, after Heine takes his hand away and goes back to finishing his glass of water, Cerberus loses interest and goes to lay his head on Eames' lap since he isn't 'working.' ]

After you're done, we can go.

Have you forgotten all of our good times so easily?

[Pouting, Eames still ruffled Cerberus' sides as he came to rest his head on his lap, lamenting slightly. Considering Heine had been in no rush earlier, Eames was keen on returning the favor. He drew out telling Cerberus what a good boy he was, before he got up to put the dishes and unopened mail away neatly.

The stalling only made him feel restless in his own skin, a little heated, so when he went to grab the collar, he was a little antsy.]

C'mon, let's go. Do you want this now or later?

[ Turnabout's fair play. Heine still looks annoyed, because just because it's fair doesn't mean he has to like it. By the time Eames is done cleaning up he's (almost) as tense. ]

Give it to me now.

[ He makes a beckoning gesture. Once it's handed over he heads to the bedroom, assuming Eames will follow. ]

And sit on the ground by the bed.

Impatient, are we?

[It's good to see that the impatience goes both ways, and there's a grin in his voice as he handed the collar over pointedly. He did follow obediently after Heine, closing the door behind them so Cerberus didn't get any bright ideas.

Eames normally would at least try to get Heine to say 'please' or something to draw it out a bit longer, but anticipation was thrumming electric through his veins. He made enough noise to let Heine know he was sitting down by the side he usually slept in when he slept over, sitting cross legged.]

What next, bark like a dog?

Save it for later.

[ Heine follows the sound of Eames moving around, seating himself on the side of the bed in front of him. When he reaches his hands out he carefully cups his jaw. Feeling out his neck, Heine wraps the unbuckled collar around it and secures it. ]

First you come closer and suck me off.

[It shouldn't make his cock twitch to attention, but the simple act of Heine snapping the collar around his neck, the promise it held. Without having to be told twice, he helped Heine out of his pants ( he never said he couldn't use his hands ), giving him a few chaste, teasing kisses on the tip of his cock.

If Heine wanted more, guess he'd have to be a bit more commanding.]

That doesn't count as sucking me off. [ Trailing off, Heine slides his fingers through Eames' hair, fingers over the curve of his skull. ] Are you that bad at listening to instructions?

[ His hair might be short, but he can get a grip on it, and he does, tugging it firmly. ]

Or do you need more training?

[When Heine tugged at his hair, Eames couldn't help but grunt slightly in pain, but it wasn't wholly a terrible feeling. He tipped his head up to help alleviate some of the pain, but also so he could get a better look at Heine's face.]

More training. You didn't say I had to do it quickly.

[Instead of putting his mouth back to use, he started to pump Heine's cock slowly, smirking.]

Fine.

[ Even though he says so grudgingly, at the sound Eames made, he loosens his grip and lets him pull back. Telling him to stop talking would be along the lines of whatever this play is, but he would rather let Eames tell him what he's thinking. ]

Then get to work and suck me off for real. Use your tongue.

[The word 'fine', said curtly and with some annoyance, still felt like a victory, and amused, Eames leaned forward to follow Heine's more specific instructions. He swallowed him down quickly, letting his tongue tease against the head of Heine's cock before tracing along the underside of his dick, resting his hands against the floor as he bobbed up and down slowly. He made no effort to stop the obscene slurping noises he was making, keeping his gaze fixed on Heine's face.]

[ The noises are good, an addition to the heady feeling of Eames' tongue slide along the vein on his cock. His lips are warm, soft. Heine groans softly in response. Biting back another sound, he rests his hand on his head and slowly arches up to press deeper into his mouth. ]

Hhn. More at the tip, with your tongue.

[Eames made sure to open his mouth up a bit more to accommodate Heine pushing in further, eyes fluttering half-closed as he started to get more into it. He laved his tongue lightly against the slit of Heine's cock every so often as he bobbed up and down along its length. Carefully, not sure if it was allowed or not, he rested his hands against Heine's thighs to help draw him closer.]

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