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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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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.

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[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.]

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[ 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.

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[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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[ 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. ]

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[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.]

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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.

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[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?]

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[ 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. ]

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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.]

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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.

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[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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Oh yeah?

[ He suspects Eames is just saying that to say it, but after hhis pants are pulled off, Heine rolls over and pushes up on his knees. ]

Then make sure I think it's worth it.

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I haven't heard a complaint yet, darling.

[And to prove a point, Eames spread Heine's cheeks wide, pressing his mouth to the entrance lightly. He did a few long, slow licks, before he started to fuck him with his tongue in earnest, pressing in deeper.]

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Maybe because— [ Heine's breath hitches. He didn't expect that. ]

—because your head's too far up your own ass to hear them.

[ With that, Heine groans breathily and rocks backwards. ]

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Oh, it's not my ass I'm too far up.

[To prove a point, Eames bit into one of Heine's cheeks as he worked a finger into him, grinning smugly.]

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Shut up... [ Breathless and trailing off, Heine shivers and presses back. Feeling heat wash over his face makes him duck his head against the sheets. ]

Put your mouth to better use.

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[Amused, Eames did as he was told, getting into the act. He alternated between light sucking then fucking in with his tongue relentlessly, probing deeper and deeper before drawing back. If Heine wasn't going to stop him, he was going to do his best to get him to cum from his mouth alone.]

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[ Heine may have told Eames to do it, but he jolts in surprise all the same when Eames starts to fuck him with his tongue. He tips forward and grabs for the sheets, clawing at them and yanking.

A few noises slip out. Heine might prefer to be quiet, but he can't help making some sounds, panting becoming heavier with the heady thrill of being rimmed hard. Rocking back on his knees onto Eames' tongue, he groans and squeezes down, thighs twitching. ]

That's... better.

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[It was immensely rewarding to get Heine to make noises, to make him push back for more. Leisurely, Eames slowed down his pace, sticking to only the barest amount of contact between his tongue and Heine. He wanted to wring more noises out of him, to make him impatient and to have him plead.

He ran his hands along Heine's trembling thighs briefly, brushing his knuckles against Heine's cock. Testing.]

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[ The edging and teasing is something Heine tends to enjoy, with the way they relate to each other. They know each others' limits but they also know, in turn, how to push them.

But right now he knows there's a collar on Eames' neck. If Heine can't see it, then he wants to feel it in Eames' actions. ]

Harder. [ Heine grits it out, gasps a second later when Eames touches his straining cock. ] I told you to rim me, now do it.

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I'm multi-talented, darling.

[Still, he liked the noises that he was wringing out of Heine to comply, surging forward again. He all but pinned Heine down to the mattress, alternating between tongue, suction, and a slightly scraping of teeth.]

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Doesn't mean you can—multi-task—

[ Heine resists the press of Eames' hands for only a second or two before he drops himself to his stomach on the bed, widening the spread of his legs to make room. His cock ends up trapped beneath him in the crease of his thigh and hip, rubbing against the sheets that feel rough and harsh against his sensitive skin. ]

...fuck.

[ With a deep groan he pushes his hips back onto his face when he jolts forward again, he comes hard and stills, panting hard into his arms. ]

[embellishing]

[It was immensely satisfying to hear Heine cursing and groaning as he came hard, Eames holding him down as he tongue fucked him through it. He only slowed down when he felt Heine start to relax, and because he was a shit, he turned Heine over to admire his handiwork. It seemed like a shame Heine would never know how good he would look, fucked out and blissed out, covered in his own come.]

Was that good for you, Master?

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[ Pupils a bit blown, flushed and still catching his breath, Heine still has it in him to reach up and slap ineffectually towards Eames' face. ]

Stop being a dick.

[ He's sure that he's smirking like an asshole. But he did just come hard, so he settles after a moment and uses his elbows to prop himself up, smirking back. ]

You can come and fuck me now.