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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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.