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[canicide]

[ 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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[canicide]

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. ]

[embellishing]

[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.]

[canicide]

[ 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.