Heine keeps his lips tight around the tip, rubbing his hands over Jonathan's thighs in a slow rhythm that matches how he begins to move his head.

Though his senses are certainly better than most people's are, Heine doesn't hear before Jonathan pulls on his hair, hard enough to force him to take his cock halfway.

With an annoyed grunt Heine bites down and pulls off. Jonathan had flinched, but Heine just wipes his mouth and frowns at him.