Eren might also laugh if he knew how twisted up Reiner was about this, second-guessing Eren's motivations. He doesn't really have an agenda. He likes to push boundaries and he's manipulative and he's kind of a piece of shit about how he handles people these days. Sure, he wants to push the walls of whatever Reiner has built around himself, truths and identities that aren't quite there. He's not a saint, and the thread of his hatred runs so deep. He'd continued this by being terrible on purpose, saying things designed to bite. He said he didn't want to fight. He never once said he didn't want to inflict damage.
Hate isn't what he feels now, though, and all his half-baked ideas of how he was going to orchestrate this slip through his fingers. Reiner makes another sound against him like he's never dared to dream of and he's suddenly sorry they're doing this in the rain and not somewhere he can draw more of that out, somewhere they can slow down a little. Contradictory thoughts. He's in a hurry because he wants to be touched yesterday, because he's afraid if he doesn't push it then Reiner will get a handle on his shit long enough to walk away. He doesn't care if someone sees them. He cares about getting what he wants, what he thinks (knows?) he needs even if he can't name it.
Maybe it's a little bit of a trap. Maybe (definitely) Eren will push this later, remind Reiner of this thing they've done that they can't undo once it's over. Eren doesn't have to beg to get Reiner to give in and that's sure something to know. He can lord that over Reiner another time (as if he's any different, as if he resisted this in any way). For now, he's not even fooling himself about it anymore.
He lets his foot find purchase on the ground again for the time being, though he's sure Reiner wouldn't let him fall if he was off balance. That thought again of missing limbs, some fucked up thing that sparks through his scattered memories, blending fantasy with fact. It's only a thought, though. He can hold onto it later and decide how much to hate himself over it.
Their fingers almost tangle, something close to intimate, before Eren moves his hands enough to let Reiner open his belt. He drops his gaze to watch, though he can't see everything from here. He can see enough, though. Eren isn't small, he thinks, based on his limited experience with other people, but Reiner is big, like he thought. Good.
His lips are parted, subconscious hunger plain on his pretty face without him even realising it. But he too is beyond shame. He said what he wanted, why act coy about it now?
He doesn't make the next part entirely easy, because rather than help Reiner with his clothes, he reaches for the blond's cock. It's right there, hard and hot, impossibly hot compared with the rain cooled air as his fingers wrap around it. They're titans, after all, so they run hotter than normal people.
He's never slept with another titan shifter. He only knows his own temperature, which feels normal to him. How hot would Reiner feel inside him? Would he burn like iron? God, he hopes so.
He's not resistant to Reiner's hands on his own pants. He's just not actively helping. He doesn't have a belt on; it's a wonder he manages clothes at all with how fucked up his head is some days. He does want Reiner to touch him, obviously, he just needs a second to enjoy this part.
His eyes flick up, and that feels like a mistake, another vulnerability laid open to someone he cannot afford to show it to. He catches Reiner watching him and his face flushes all over again. His body is honest where his mouth often refuses to be, continuing the trend.
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Hate isn't what he feels now, though, and all his half-baked ideas of how he was going to orchestrate this slip through his fingers. Reiner makes another sound against him like he's never dared to dream of and he's suddenly sorry they're doing this in the rain and not somewhere he can draw more of that out, somewhere they can slow down a little. Contradictory thoughts. He's in a hurry because he wants to be touched yesterday, because he's afraid if he doesn't push it then Reiner will get a handle on his shit long enough to walk away. He doesn't care if someone sees them. He cares about getting what he wants, what he thinks (knows?) he needs even if he can't name it.
Maybe it's a little bit of a trap. Maybe (definitely) Eren will push this later, remind Reiner of this thing they've done that they can't undo once it's over. Eren doesn't have to beg to get Reiner to give in and that's sure something to know. He can lord that over Reiner another time (as if he's any different, as if he resisted this in any way). For now, he's not even fooling himself about it anymore.
He lets his foot find purchase on the ground again for the time being, though he's sure Reiner wouldn't let him fall if he was off balance. That thought again of missing limbs, some fucked up thing that sparks through his scattered memories, blending fantasy with fact. It's only a thought, though. He can hold onto it later and decide how much to hate himself over it.
Their fingers almost tangle, something close to intimate, before Eren moves his hands enough to let Reiner open his belt. He drops his gaze to watch, though he can't see everything from here. He can see enough, though. Eren isn't small, he thinks, based on his limited experience with other people, but Reiner is big, like he thought. Good.
His lips are parted, subconscious hunger plain on his pretty face without him even realising it. But he too is beyond shame. He said what he wanted, why act coy about it now?
He doesn't make the next part entirely easy, because rather than help Reiner with his clothes, he reaches for the blond's cock. It's right there, hard and hot, impossibly hot compared with the rain cooled air as his fingers wrap around it. They're titans, after all, so they run hotter than normal people.
He's never slept with another titan shifter. He only knows his own temperature, which feels normal to him. How hot would Reiner feel inside him? Would he burn like iron? God, he hopes so.
He's not resistant to Reiner's hands on his own pants. He's just not actively helping. He doesn't have a belt on; it's a wonder he manages clothes at all with how fucked up his head is some days. He does want Reiner to touch him, obviously, he just needs a second to enjoy this part.
His eyes flick up, and that feels like a mistake, another vulnerability laid open to someone he cannot afford to show it to. He catches Reiner watching him and his face flushes all over again. His body is honest where his mouth often refuses to be, continuing the trend.