A lot of things are hazy to Eren, lost in some mix of time. Before. After. Memory. Reality. It bleeds together. If there was ever anyone else he trusted like he's trusted Reiner with this, he doesn't remember now. He just knows there wasn't anyone else he could give this to, ask this of.
To say he never got off on all that pain would be a lie and a half. No one would believe that. This existence, the peace of the cabin, the solitude, he does enjoy it. But he liked the build up just fine too.
He readjusts on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his remaining arm so Reiner can more easily slide his pants out from under what's left of his legs. One of them is still fully in tact, just like that one arm. The other is almost entirely gone, cut off a little way above the elbow.
He shudders as Reiner presses his lips to that stump. The skin has remained tender, sensitive. Sometimes it still hurts, but that's a positive, not a negative. Maybe it's psychosomatic. Either way, the effect is the same. He's enjoying the attention, something made apparent by the way he's half hard before Reiner gets his pants off all the way.
"You," he answers, green eyes half-lidded as he looks down at Reiner. His missing arm moves a little. If it was still there, he'd reach for Reiner with it. It's still second-nature. He'll have to settle for using the other arm once he gets his balance figured out.
"More of your mouth," he says, which isn't specific. He's softer around the edges these days. He doesn't always start with a demand. He's still Eren, though, so his patience never lasts.
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To say he never got off on all that pain would be a lie and a half. No one would believe that. This existence, the peace of the cabin, the solitude, he does enjoy it. But he liked the build up just fine too.
He readjusts on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his remaining arm so Reiner can more easily slide his pants out from under what's left of his legs. One of them is still fully in tact, just like that one arm. The other is almost entirely gone, cut off a little way above the elbow.
He shudders as Reiner presses his lips to that stump. The skin has remained tender, sensitive. Sometimes it still hurts, but that's a positive, not a negative. Maybe it's psychosomatic. Either way, the effect is the same. He's enjoying the attention, something made apparent by the way he's half hard before Reiner gets his pants off all the way.
"You," he answers, green eyes half-lidded as he looks down at Reiner. His missing arm moves a little. If it was still there, he'd reach for Reiner with it. It's still second-nature. He'll have to settle for using the other arm once he gets his balance figured out.
"More of your mouth," he says, which isn't specific. He's softer around the edges these days. He doesn't always start with a demand. He's still Eren, though, so his patience never lasts.