There is a history to this dream. One of blood, bone, and pain, tears licked away, soothing kisses pressed to stumps. How clear that history is depends on them. Maybe it's crystalline, an event perfectly preserved that preceded this. Or maybe it's murkier, the details fallen away, only the facts remaining.
Once, Eren said he wanted pain. Once, Reiner said he would give Eren that.
Here, that is what they have done.
Here, Eren is laid out on a large wooden bed in a cabin far removed from anything and anyone. A space just for them, a green meadow and blossoming trees visible through the bedroom window. Reiner is kneeling beside the bed, tugging off Eren's abbreviated trousers. He slides a large hand down Eren's thigh, stopping at a knee—where Eren's leg stops.
Smiling, Reiner presses a kiss to the crook of Eren's knee, then to the tender skin of his stump. "Need anything?" he asks, his deep voice colored with desire.
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.
There is something thrilling in how Eren moves, his balance having shifted to accommodate the changes in his body. Something thrilling in how he allows Reiner to undress him, patient enough to let Reiner do this. Eren isn't helpless with two limbs missing; Eren wouldn't be helpless even if Reiner had cut off every limb, leaving just teeth as weapons. But the shift in physical power is undeniable, and that, too, is thrilling.
Reiner knows better than to push Eren's patience too far, lest he wind up with a wildcat instead of this softer moment. But pushing it a bit? Well, that's second nature.
"My mouth, huh?" Reiner asks, still knelt beside the bed. He feel that shudder in Eren's body, and he presses another kiss, this time to the tender skin at the bend of Eren's knee. Another one, a little higher, moving up the inside of Eren's thigh.
He could get lost in Eren's legs for hours. Could lose himself kissing and nipping every inch of them, save for that tender skin at Eren's stump. That, he would just lick.
He does so now, licking the very edge of Eren's stump, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. His eyes are half-lidded as well, gazing up Eren's body—at his half-hard cock, his muscled chest, his enthralling eyes.
Eren would probably not admit that he shares the sort of thrill of it, giving something over to Reiner — care, control. That kind of thing scares him, even now, the idea of loss of agency in any way. It turns him on too, though. They aren't safe people, but he trusts Reiner enough. It's almost safety.
He sucks a breath in with a sharp sound as Reiner's mouth presses against him again. As always, he wants anything and everything he can get. It makes it harder to narrow it down, to demand aloud. But he can't pull Reiner to him as easily if he wants to keep his balance.
He decides to be a pain about it, as if he's not the one with the lowest amount of patience. Reiner could outlast him any day and they both know it. But he's Eren, and sometimes everything is a competition.
His muscles tense there under Reiner's mouth. There's a strange sensation, a mix of oversensitivity and numbness at odds with each other. He could lose himself so easily like this, let the world narrow to that contradictory sensation.
"There isn't bad," he says, and means it, his voice catching a little. "But I was thinking higher up."
That little catch in Eren's voice speaks volumes. It brings a smug smile to Reiner's lips, though he tries to tame it with another kiss. Presses his lips to the bend of Eren's knee as he hums, letting the sound vibrate against Eren's skin. Teasing, still.
But not for much longer. Reiner has more patience than Eren, sure. However, he's only human. He can't resist a delectable dish laid out before him for very long.
And that's what Eren is: delectable. Someone Reiner wants to devour piece by piece, heart and soul. Someone Reiner loves having under his hands, within his power, even if only for a while. Because there's no taming Eren for long. Moments like this are the most Reiner can hope for.
They're more than enough.
He moves after that hum, kissing his way higher, higher, his hands sliding up the outsides of Eren's thighs. Getting closer to the goal, but taking his time getting there, just to savor the moment.
If Eren is patient long enough, it'll be rewarded. Reiner's cheek brushes against Eren's half-hard cock, nuzzling before he licks a stripe from base to tip.
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dreamsofwings) wrote2021-07-13 03:17 am
action; accidental dreamwalking event
Once, Eren said he wanted pain. Once, Reiner said he would give Eren that.
Here, that is what they have done.
Here, Eren is laid out on a large wooden bed in a cabin far removed from anything and anyone. A space just for them, a green meadow and blossoming trees visible through the bedroom window. Reiner is kneeling beside the bed, tugging off Eren's abbreviated trousers. He slides a large hand down Eren's thigh, stopping at a knee—where Eren's leg stops.
Smiling, Reiner presses a kiss to the crook of Eren's knee, then to the tender skin of his stump. "Need anything?" he asks, his deep voice colored with desire.
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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.
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Reiner knows better than to push Eren's patience too far, lest he wind up with a wildcat instead of this softer moment. But pushing it a bit? Well, that's second nature.
"My mouth, huh?" Reiner asks, still knelt beside the bed. He feel that shudder in Eren's body, and he presses another kiss, this time to the tender skin at the bend of Eren's knee. Another one, a little higher, moving up the inside of Eren's thigh.
He could get lost in Eren's legs for hours. Could lose himself kissing and nipping every inch of them, save for that tender skin at Eren's stump. That, he would just lick.
He does so now, licking the very edge of Eren's stump, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. His eyes are half-lidded as well, gazing up Eren's body—at his half-hard cock, his muscled chest, his enthralling eyes.
"Where do you want my mouth, Eren?"
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He sucks a breath in with a sharp sound as Reiner's mouth presses against him again. As always, he wants anything and everything he can get. It makes it harder to narrow it down, to demand aloud. But he can't pull Reiner to him as easily if he wants to keep his balance.
He decides to be a pain about it, as if he's not the one with the lowest amount of patience. Reiner could outlast him any day and they both know it. But he's Eren, and sometimes everything is a competition.
His muscles tense there under Reiner's mouth. There's a strange sensation, a mix of oversensitivity and numbness at odds with each other. He could lose himself so easily like this, let the world narrow to that contradictory sensation.
"There isn't bad," he says, and means it, his voice catching a little. "But I was thinking higher up."
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But not for much longer. Reiner has more patience than Eren, sure. However, he's only human. He can't resist a delectable dish laid out before him for very long.
And that's what Eren is: delectable. Someone Reiner wants to devour piece by piece, heart and soul. Someone Reiner loves having under his hands, within his power, even if only for a while. Because there's no taming Eren for long. Moments like this are the most Reiner can hope for.
They're more than enough.
He moves after that hum, kissing his way higher, higher, his hands sliding up the outsides of Eren's thighs. Getting closer to the goal, but taking his time getting there, just to savor the moment.
If Eren is patient long enough, it'll be rewarded. Reiner's cheek brushes against Eren's half-hard cock, nuzzling before he licks a stripe from base to tip.