Eren has no resistance to offer when Reiner tugs his head back. He can't keep his enjoyment from being obvious. Reiner's mouth on him again only makes it better. He could hurt him this way, sure, dig his teeth in somewhere bordering on dangerous. Eren doesn't think he will, but even if he did, wouldn't it feel good?
Reiner's fingers find his hole. There's a tease for awhile, and Eren squirms under it, needy and demanding though he doesn't say anything. Finally, finally, Reiner gives him what he asked for, the heat of his finger pushing into him, thicker than his own, hot in a way he isn't because it's different when it's someone else. He can't bite his lip hard enough to keep from making sound. He tries, but it's useless. He wants this and more; he would take and take until there was nothing left. It's not that he wouldn't give anything in return, but he would still take.
Reiner moves too fast for his body to adjust and he thinks he might come from that alone, the struggle of his body to accommodate, the way he can't figure out whether to push into the touch or pull away. Other lovers are too careful, though that's not really a complaint. This isn't entirely careless. It's just different.
Other people's hands also aren't quite as big, but that's not a complaint either.
He tightens his hand again because he knows Reiner enjoys it. It's payback, a little.
He's dimly aware that he's saying something, mostly nonsense, Reiner's name and fuck me and some disjointed words that don’t mean anything. Eren could fall apart from too much sensation, a fact he sort of knows about himself and stupidly forgot when this started. Oh well. He's hanging on passably, grounded in here and now in a way he isn't always.
Ultimately the desire to push into touch, rough or not, is what wins out. He definitely can't recover any upper hand he might have had but he finally does not care. He can care later. He can care next time. He can do a thousand things in various orders but right now all he can think of to do is move his hips as much as his tiny amount of leverage allows and move his hand on Reiner's cock, faster and more sure, no teasing, no exact art.
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Reiner's fingers find his hole. There's a tease for awhile, and Eren squirms under it, needy and demanding though he doesn't say anything. Finally, finally, Reiner gives him what he asked for, the heat of his finger pushing into him, thicker than his own, hot in a way he isn't because it's different when it's someone else. He can't bite his lip hard enough to keep from making sound. He tries, but it's useless. He wants this and more; he would take and take until there was nothing left. It's not that he wouldn't give anything in return, but he would still take.
Reiner moves too fast for his body to adjust and he thinks he might come from that alone, the struggle of his body to accommodate, the way he can't figure out whether to push into the touch or pull away. Other lovers are too careful, though that's not really a complaint. This isn't entirely careless. It's just different.
Other people's hands also aren't quite as big, but that's not a complaint either.
He tightens his hand again because he knows Reiner enjoys it. It's payback, a little.
He's dimly aware that he's saying something, mostly nonsense, Reiner's name and fuck me and some disjointed words that don’t mean anything. Eren could fall apart from too much sensation, a fact he sort of knows about himself and stupidly forgot when this started. Oh well. He's hanging on passably, grounded in here and now in a way he isn't always.
Ultimately the desire to push into touch, rough or not, is what wins out. He definitely can't recover any upper hand he might have had but he finally does not care. He can care later. He can care next time. He can do a thousand things in various orders but right now all he can think of to do is move his hips as much as his tiny amount of leverage allows and move his hand on Reiner's cock, faster and more sure, no teasing, no exact art.