Eren hasn't screamed at anyone in awhile, really. He can't remember the last time he bothered yelling, which is…wild, for someone like him, filled to bursting with emotion, prone to fly off about every little thing. Maybe at Hange in that jail cell, so long ago, before Folkmore, before coming here, before everything felt so fucking surreal. What he's doing now combined with the memory bleedover from the metal titans is like opening Pandora's box on his emotions, something he can't recover from properly. Maybe he'll remember how to laugh again, or how to cry, or how to scream. He's…sort of getting there. It's been a year since he's been home.
Five years or something like that since he was screaming at Reiner. The last time he saw Reiner face to face, as a human being, he wasn't screaming at all.
He also sure as hell wasn't making sounds like this, holding on to Reiner like he needs him. If he hates himself about this later, fine, what does he care. He hates himself for a million much worse things. There are worse betrayals that usually felt worse.
Reiner says fuck like that, just as unbidden as when Eren did, and Eren's eyes close again. He won't keep them closed; he can't stay in the present as easily, but it's a lot! Sensation and sound and his swirling thoughts are a lot. To think he could have this much effect on someone, on Reiner of all people, someone who should hate him, someone who probably does hate him. It's strange how that feels like power, like victory, like something he wants to chase.
Eren's eyes squeeze shut a little tighter at that tug in his hair, teeth against his bottom lip for a moment, the little tells he has no idea he has. He immediately misses Reiner's other hand on him, hips pressing forward as much as they're able to. He's always been impatient, demanding, unreasonable. Those things, at least, haven't changed much.
He says Reiner's name again, hardly realising it. His eyes open again at Reiner's words. He wants to argue or say something else mean just to recover here a little…
No. No he doesn't. If he wanted to do that, he'd just do it. What he wants, he can't have, but he'll settle for doing as he's told for once in his damn life. It will get him closer.
He opens his mouth and sucks Reiner's fingers past his lips, tongue swirling over them. Of course he bites down a little, unable to not be a brat, unable to keep from pushing. The whole thing is probably more obscene than it needs to be, the way he looks at Reiner from under his lashes, face flushed and eyes a little glassy, tongue moving over and between the fingers in his mouth once he lets up with his teeth.
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Five years or something like that since he was screaming at Reiner. The last time he saw Reiner face to face, as a human being, he wasn't screaming at all.
He also sure as hell wasn't making sounds like this, holding on to Reiner like he needs him. If he hates himself about this later, fine, what does he care. He hates himself for a million much worse things. There are worse betrayals that usually felt worse.
Reiner says fuck like that, just as unbidden as when Eren did, and Eren's eyes close again. He won't keep them closed; he can't stay in the present as easily, but it's a lot! Sensation and sound and his swirling thoughts are a lot. To think he could have this much effect on someone, on Reiner of all people, someone who should hate him, someone who probably does hate him. It's strange how that feels like power, like victory, like something he wants to chase.
Eren's eyes squeeze shut a little tighter at that tug in his hair, teeth against his bottom lip for a moment, the little tells he has no idea he has. He immediately misses Reiner's other hand on him, hips pressing forward as much as they're able to. He's always been impatient, demanding, unreasonable. Those things, at least, haven't changed much.
He says Reiner's name again, hardly realising it. His eyes open again at Reiner's words. He wants to argue or say something else mean just to recover here a little…
No. No he doesn't. If he wanted to do that, he'd just do it. What he wants, he can't have, but he'll settle for doing as he's told for once in his damn life. It will get him closer.
He opens his mouth and sucks Reiner's fingers past his lips, tongue swirling over them. Of course he bites down a little, unable to not be a brat, unable to keep from pushing. The whole thing is probably more obscene than it needs to be, the way he looks at Reiner from under his lashes, face flushed and eyes a little glassy, tongue moving over and between the fingers in his mouth once he lets up with his teeth.