Heine hums against his lips, then opens his mouth and moans softly for Jonathan's benefit. He doesn't really mind this, but it isn't that fun either. He presses his hands lightly to the man's sides and rubs his hips firmly up against his cock.

Drawing back, Heine licks his lips. "I can let you fuck me," he murmurs. He needs agreement, an implied promise of a gift granted.