Reiner's blood, he thinks. Not the first time he's tasted it today. Not the first time ever, but tasting blood with a titan's mouth isn't the same thing at all. He likes this because Reiner does, the hurt of it. He's not entirely obtuse and he knows how alike they are anyway.
They could rip each other to shreds and they'd still get off and part of him wants to do it just to see what happens, just to get Reiner to fight back.
Sometime, maybe. If he can goad Reiner into doing this again, who's to say what he might get from him? Neither of them are playing with a full deck and both of them are desperate. Eren knows he can be cruel, he's already danced that edge a bit today, but he thinks Reiner could be too if he pushed him just right.
For now, he no longer needs all of that pretence, the idea of enemies. They already threw that out, the shakiest temporary truce, if they could even call this a truce.
Fuck, there's that hand in his hair again and he can't stand how much he likes that. Growing his hair out was just carelessness, really. Why did he keep it long after he got back to Paradis...? He doesn't really know. Maybe just for this, for someone with big, strong hands to twist their fingers into it and pull. Not that he had the chance at home. Not that he ever would have. Whatever.
"Yes," Eren says, insistent, eyes moving back to Reiner's face. He doesn't hesitate, doesn't even realise he's lost when he says it. Fuck it, though. How much more could he really lose in this situation with his pants open in an alley hidden behind a stack of crates?
He doesn't have any lubricant on him, of course. He doesn't just carry it around (maybe he'll start). He thinks he doesn't care, so what, so it will hurt and he'll bleed and it doesn't matter. Spit. Blood. The rain. They can use something.
He knows better, though. Much as he's suddenly daydreaming about Reiner's cock inside him for real, that's not how this is going to end. Again, he considers what might happen if he can get Reiner to touch him again, maybe in a bed, maybe not in a hurry, maybe...
He loses the thread of wherever that goes.
He moves his hand so he can run his thumb over the head of Reiner's cock, smearing precome over it. He makes a noise he doesn't realise he's made, soft and needy. He can't take himself out of this equation, tell himself that this isn't personal. It is, isn't it? They want each other and he's half-drunk with it.
Will Reiner still want him when he knows the truth? Maybe he'll keep that secret, the weight of the future, if it means he gets to do this again. It's the most selfish reason and he won't think that way later, but he's not thinking straight now at all.
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They could rip each other to shreds and they'd still get off and part of him wants to do it just to see what happens, just to get Reiner to fight back.
Sometime, maybe. If he can goad Reiner into doing this again, who's to say what he might get from him? Neither of them are playing with a full deck and both of them are desperate. Eren knows he can be cruel, he's already danced that edge a bit today, but he thinks Reiner could be too if he pushed him just right.
For now, he no longer needs all of that pretence, the idea of enemies. They already threw that out, the shakiest temporary truce, if they could even call this a truce.
Fuck, there's that hand in his hair again and he can't stand how much he likes that. Growing his hair out was just carelessness, really. Why did he keep it long after he got back to Paradis...? He doesn't really know. Maybe just for this, for someone with big, strong hands to twist their fingers into it and pull. Not that he had the chance at home. Not that he ever would have. Whatever.
"Yes," Eren says, insistent, eyes moving back to Reiner's face. He doesn't hesitate, doesn't even realise he's lost when he says it. Fuck it, though. How much more could he really lose in this situation with his pants open in an alley hidden behind a stack of crates?
He doesn't have any lubricant on him, of course. He doesn't just carry it around (maybe he'll start). He thinks he doesn't care, so what, so it will hurt and he'll bleed and it doesn't matter. Spit. Blood. The rain. They can use something.
He knows better, though. Much as he's suddenly daydreaming about Reiner's cock inside him for real, that's not how this is going to end. Again, he considers what might happen if he can get Reiner to touch him again, maybe in a bed, maybe not in a hurry, maybe...
He loses the thread of wherever that goes.
He moves his hand so he can run his thumb over the head of Reiner's cock, smearing precome over it. He makes a noise he doesn't realise he's made, soft and needy. He can't take himself out of this equation, tell himself that this isn't personal. It is, isn't it? They want each other and he's half-drunk with it.
Will Reiner still want him when he knows the truth? Maybe he'll keep that secret, the weight of the future, if it means he gets to do this again. It's the most selfish reason and he won't think that way later, but he's not thinking straight now at all.