Something within Reiner preens as he watches Eren's eyes dart to the side, cheeks still painted with a pretty blush even as those dirty words pass his lips. It's the same part of Reiner that relishes competition, one more tangled branch leading back to the same desire. (Approval. Affection. Acknowledgment. Love.) A harmless quirk most of the time, except in the rare cases when it turns ugly. But this doesn't feel ugly; this feels like a win. Eren's averted eyes, Eren's pinched brows, Eren's flushed cheeks, Eren's hot, hard cock wrapped in his hand—it all feels like victory.
Reiner is heady with it. Stupid with it, meeting Eren's kiss greedily, all tongue and teeth, sighing when he tastes fresh blood. It's his blood this time, he thinks, but it's hard to tell. He hopes it's his. He hopes that a part of him lingers inside Eren, even if it's just a few drops of blood.
And isn't that fucked up? Isn't it sick for him to want that? Isn't it deplorable, considering how he knows his life will end? Isn't it twisted, when he remembers precisely what it felt like to rip Eren from the Attack Titan's nape, the Armored's teeth snapping straight through limbs because Reiner was in a hurry?
Maybe Reiner just wants to be inside of Eren that badly. Maybe he'll settle for some of his blood if he can't use his cock.
Because there's no way he can fuck Eren properly right now. Gone as Reiner is, lost in the taste of their kiss, the feeling of Eren's hand around him, his own hand squeezing and stroking Eren's length, thumb rubbing just beneath the head—he knows he can't actually fuck Eren. Not in the way that he wants to. Not unless Eren has a vial of oil tucked in a pocket. And considering that blush, the averted eyes when Eren spoke those words, Reiner's sure that's not the case.
So he slides his other hand up Eren's side, over his shoulder, up toward his neck—a touch that's a little too firm to be called a caress, greedy as his kiss. Aiming to re-establish that grip in Eren's hair, craving more of those wonderful sounds.
"Is that what you want, Eren?" he asks when he breaks for breath, his voice low, almost teasing. Something that doesn't quite fit what they are, in the way that nothing about this really fits. "Do you want me inside of you? I can give you that … if it's what you want."
Not with his cock, not right now, but his fingers should work just fine. That is, if Eren will say he wants it. Because while Reiner may not have made Eren beg earlier, he still wants to hear that he's wanted.
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Reiner is heady with it. Stupid with it, meeting Eren's kiss greedily, all tongue and teeth, sighing when he tastes fresh blood. It's his blood this time, he thinks, but it's hard to tell. He hopes it's his. He hopes that a part of him lingers inside Eren, even if it's just a few drops of blood.
And isn't that fucked up? Isn't it sick for him to want that? Isn't it deplorable, considering how he knows his life will end? Isn't it twisted, when he remembers precisely what it felt like to rip Eren from the Attack Titan's nape, the Armored's teeth snapping straight through limbs because Reiner was in a hurry?
Maybe Reiner just wants to be inside of Eren that badly. Maybe he'll settle for some of his blood if he can't use his cock.
Because there's no way he can fuck Eren properly right now. Gone as Reiner is, lost in the taste of their kiss, the feeling of Eren's hand around him, his own hand squeezing and stroking Eren's length, thumb rubbing just beneath the head—he knows he can't actually fuck Eren. Not in the way that he wants to. Not unless Eren has a vial of oil tucked in a pocket. And considering that blush, the averted eyes when Eren spoke those words, Reiner's sure that's not the case.
So he slides his other hand up Eren's side, over his shoulder, up toward his neck—a touch that's a little too firm to be called a caress, greedy as his kiss. Aiming to re-establish that grip in Eren's hair, craving more of those wonderful sounds.
"Is that what you want, Eren?" he asks when he breaks for breath, his voice low, almost teasing. Something that doesn't quite fit what they are, in the way that nothing about this really fits. "Do you want me inside of you? I can give you that … if it's what you want."
Not with his cock, not right now, but his fingers should work just fine. That is, if Eren will say he wants it. Because while Reiner may not have made Eren beg earlier, he still wants to hear that he's wanted.
Funny how such a thing can be so addicting.