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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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[ 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.

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It's impossible when I have one this big.

[It was said as seriously as possible considering Heine was smacking at his face while Eames was laughing. Still, when Heine settled down, he couldn't help but smile, leaning forward to kiss him affectionately.]

Of course Master.

[He eased himself in slow, and even after teasing Heine's entrance, he still was maddeningly tight. He pressed kisses against Heine's neck, pace unhurried and deep, gentle in juxtaposition to how aggressive he'd been earlier.]

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[ Heine definitely grumbles asshole but lets Eames kiss him, pursing his lips slightly to kiss him back. He stops trying to smack him and instead lets his arms rest on his shoulders, hands loosely clasped behind his neck.

As Eames presses in, Heine huffs out one soft breath, then takes in another one with a quiet moan. It's a lot. As much as he wants to kick Eames' ass, he feels big.

With that in mind he gets his fingers under the collar and tugs. ]

[embellishing]

[Despite how combative Heine could be in all other aspects of life, he was surprisingly accommodating when it came to this. Eames huffed out a small laugh at that moan, pressing down into him deeper, holding still for a few hearbeats when he was all the way in him before almost pulling all the way out.

That was until Heine grappled at his collar, tugging him forward, his dick twitching inside of Heine despite his best efforts. With a small gasp, he pressed their foreheads together, starting to pick up the pace.]

Should I be doing something else, master?

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You should be fucking me—harder.

[ So he can feel it, so he can feel Eames in a way that is real. He shudders, moaning and pulling on the collar intermittently to spur him on. Despite the awkward angle and being bent back, he pushes himself up to take a hard kiss from Eames' mouth, one arm wrapping around his shoulders. ]

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[How could Eames deny him when Heine was so insistent? He braced himself on one of his elbows, the other on Heine's hip as he started to fuck into him in earnest, losing any real semblance of grace or rhythm. With as wound up as he was, and how Heine kept yanking on the collar, he didn't last too long, moans muffled by Heine's mouth.]

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[ Heine doesn't want to be jealous, but he doesn't mind being possessive. Clinging onto Eames, nails dug into his skin, Heine lets himself be fucked and almost cry out when he finishes. ]

Hahh... fuck. [ He lets go of his collar, panting hard as he comes down, arms looped loosely around his shoulders. Eames feels warm and solid. Maybe a little sweaty and gross, but Heine accepts it with a quiet sigh and a press of his forehead to Eames'. ] Good boy.