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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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.