Even in his distracted state, Eren does note the way Reiner reacts, hand tighter in his hair, hips moving. He'll remember later. But he'd be the same, of course. In some ways, sensation is sensation; who cares if it hurts or doesn't? But in some ways it's more than that. Pain can be so good and if there aren't consequences, nothing permanent, they could push it so far. He's not a sadist, really; he's done enough of hurting people. But like this, he likes making people feel good, even someone he shouldn't enjoy being with. If that means pain, then…
Another time, though, when they aren't this close to fraying. Or when they are, but in a more private place. He would die before he did this back at the apartment (or so he thinks, but never say never, Eren), but there are plenty of places in Ellipsa that aren't alleyways, too. He's already moved on to the idea that this will happen again, if only because he wants it to. And he may not always get what he wants, but he's already proven to himself that he knows how to push Reiner's buttons.
Me too, Reiner says and it goes straight to both Eren's head and his cock. Just a few words can turn him into such a mess, and he didn't realise. The sick sort of kinship he feels for Reiner grants him this, maybe. No one could understand him the same. Sex with people who aren't from their world, who could not possibly understand what they've done, it's not quite this intense, this fraught.
He can overthink that later.
Reiner's fingers move down his throat and he almost leans his head back, some other damning thing to reveal about himself. But they're gone quickly enough that he doesn't have to. He can keep that weakness locked away for now.
Obviously he knew where this was going, so whatever he can do to accommodate, short of turning and facing the wall, he can do. The angle might not be the best but he doesn't want to let go, doesn't want to look away, doesn't want to lose those other points of contact. He moves his leg, lifting it up so Reiner's hand can slide down, granting him access. He shouldn't do this so easily, probably, all but begging an enemy to fuck him senseless in an alley. There's no shame left in him for it, though, only base need.
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Another time, though, when they aren't this close to fraying. Or when they are, but in a more private place. He would die before he did this back at the apartment (or so he thinks, but never say never, Eren), but there are plenty of places in Ellipsa that aren't alleyways, too. He's already moved on to the idea that this will happen again, if only because he wants it to. And he may not always get what he wants, but he's already proven to himself that he knows how to push Reiner's buttons.
Me too, Reiner says and it goes straight to both Eren's head and his cock. Just a few words can turn him into such a mess, and he didn't realise. The sick sort of kinship he feels for Reiner grants him this, maybe. No one could understand him the same. Sex with people who aren't from their world, who could not possibly understand what they've done, it's not quite this intense, this fraught.
He can overthink that later.
Reiner's fingers move down his throat and he almost leans his head back, some other damning thing to reveal about himself. But they're gone quickly enough that he doesn't have to. He can keep that weakness locked away for now.
Obviously he knew where this was going, so whatever he can do to accommodate, short of turning and facing the wall, he can do. The angle might not be the best but he doesn't want to let go, doesn't want to look away, doesn't want to lose those other points of contact. He moves his leg, lifting it up so Reiner's hand can slide down, granting him access. He shouldn't do this so easily, probably, all but begging an enemy to fuck him senseless in an alley. There's no shame left in him for it, though, only base need.