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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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[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.]

[ Focusing on the texture of Eames' hair and the physical feelings of his mouth and tongue, Heine focuses on keeping his breathing regular. As good as it is he doesn't want to reward him that quickly. But he does let Eames pull his hips further off the bed, using the new positioning to press further into his mouth with shallow thrusts. The warm shape of Eames between his legs is solid, familiar. ]

Now deeper. [ He presses firmly on the back of Eames' head. ]

[The pressure of Heine's hand on his head forced Eames down deeper whether he wanted to protest or not, and he relaxed his throat to take Heine down all the way. He let his tongue lap out lightly to curve around Heine's balls lightly, teasingly, before he pulled back as far as Heine's hand would let him.]

Hm. [ Heine grunts softly, and lets Eames pull back. It's good even without the collar and knowing that Eames is doing this for him. He knows that he's safe. ]

Good. [ With a shift of his weight back he tugs Eames with him. The bed is familiar, he knows how far up to go to have space for Eames and not hit himself on the headboard. Once they're settled he sets his arms around his shoulders and rolls so that for once, Eames is on top. ] Kiss me.

[He felt Heine moving before he said anything, and he let off of his cock as he crawled up the length of the bed. He pressed a few stray kisses against Heine's hip bones, his stomach, his collarbone, before he was dragged up all the way properly. He didn't need to be told twice, leaning down to capture Heine's mouth eagerly with his. And if he rolled his hips slightly against Heine's in need, could anyone really judge him?]

[ Heine shivers minutely from the touches of Eames' mouth, head tipped back. He sits back up to return the kiss. And if his hands wander down to trace the feeling of the collar on Eames' neck, who can blame him. ]

Get my pants off and rim me.

[ He makes his next demand in a curt, breathy tone, but it's an order all the same. ]

And if I don't?

[The site of Heine shivering and needy beneath him was a tempting one, and while Eames had no issues with the order, he was more interested in seeing what other reactions he could wring out of him. He leaned forward to bite at Heine's neck, where it would be hidden if he was wearing his own collar, challenging.]

Then I don't help you get off.

[ He squeezes at his sides, turning his face to whisper into Eames' ear. ]

And you don't get to fuck me.

[It was like a jolt of electricity, Heine's whispered words, Eames going deathly still for a moment. The part about not getting off wasn't as good of incentive as not getting to fuck Heine while wearing a collar, so he ducked down to help tug Heine's pants off, rough. He leaned up to bite at Heine's hipbone while nudging him with his hand.]

It's better if you're on your knees.

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