It's better when he doesn't talk, even if the resulting silence means that he can hear every intake of breath, even the sound of fabric being grabbed at. The stone floor is simultaneously bruising and freezing his knees, and it's all just terrible. Heine tries to concentrates on what he's doing, willing himself to get it over with.

He brings his mouth to the tip of Jade's cock, pressing his lips against it first before he opens his mouth and takes him in as deep as he can before lifting his head again. He takes it slow. (Partially because Heine's sure that Jade wouldn't be prepared for it fast.)