Eren makes a noise around Reiner's fingers, half moan and half whine, hips seeking friction against his thigh. It is a kindness, giving him something. He wonders if he could just come like this, work himself up enough, Reiner's fingers in his mouth, Reiner watching him like that, like he never wants to look away.
Maybe he could. That would be humiliating, but he's not sure he'd even care.
But no. He can hold off until he gets at least some of what he wants. He could drop to his knees, use his mouth for something else, choke on Reiner's cock instead. He could get himself off while he did that and it wouldn't be enough but it would be fine and he's definitely thinking about that now, the weight of Reiner's cock on his tongue instead of in his hand. Reiner thrusts his fingers into Eren's mouth and Eren sucks harder, moans a little around them without even meaning to. How did this get so out of his control? How is he so worked up from so little? Desperation isn't a good look, he thinks. (He's wrong.)
He finally lets Reiner's fingers drop out of his mouth, spit trailing down his chin. He doesn't care if he's a mess, not really.
"I want you," he says, unashamed. They've come this far, and honesty is something he knows can turn against him. It's something he'd use as a weapon as soon as he could if it would serve him to do so. But for as much of a liar as he's had to be, he's never liked lying, not to other people and not to himself. Like this, there's nothing worth lying about.
He tightens his hand on Reiner's cock for emphasis, not painfully, just enough. His hips move again against Reiner's leg. He bites his lip again before he says something stupid like please, but it's a near thing.
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Maybe he could. That would be humiliating, but he's not sure he'd even care.
But no. He can hold off until he gets at least some of what he wants. He could drop to his knees, use his mouth for something else, choke on Reiner's cock instead. He could get himself off while he did that and it wouldn't be enough but it would be fine and he's definitely thinking about that now, the weight of Reiner's cock on his tongue instead of in his hand. Reiner thrusts his fingers into Eren's mouth and Eren sucks harder, moans a little around them without even meaning to. How did this get so out of his control? How is he so worked up from so little? Desperation isn't a good look, he thinks. (He's wrong.)
He finally lets Reiner's fingers drop out of his mouth, spit trailing down his chin. He doesn't care if he's a mess, not really.
"I want you," he says, unashamed. They've come this far, and honesty is something he knows can turn against him. It's something he'd use as a weapon as soon as he could if it would serve him to do so. But for as much of a liar as he's had to be, he's never liked lying, not to other people and not to himself. Like this, there's nothing worth lying about.
He tightens his hand on Reiner's cock for emphasis, not painfully, just enough. His hips move again against Reiner's leg. He bites his lip again before he says something stupid like please, but it's a near thing.