Despite everything. Because of everything. It's both, in the end, some mixed up idea of understanding and connection, a blurred line of emotion that he can't quite set out, like the way he can't sort out time and events quite right anymore.
He should definitely move away from that scrape of teeth, but they're so far past that it's laughable. There's no away right now, only towards, only a further tilt of his head as much as he can with Reiner's hand and the wall behind him.
Reiner moves into his hand and he says something encouraging. He thinks it's out loud. Maybe it's just wordless sound. What's the difference at this point? His hand still moves, squeezing and releasing every now and then as he strokes Reiner's too hot cock. There's a sort of pace to it, a rhythm they fall into. It would be easier if they were actually fucking, their hips moving together, Reiner's cock in him and not just his hands. But this is good, so good, something he'll think of later too, maybe in the shower where it's (the same) easier to bite his lip hard enough to bleed, hard enough to muffle sound, to make sure the apartment's other occupant remains unaware of what he's doing.
He catches those bits of words. Could have.
He knows better. There was never any other way. Eren isn't responsible for the Marley Warriors coming to the island and wrecking the walls, but he doesn't think that could have changed either. They'd been racing towards the end since before they were born, the illusion of freedom that Eren still doesn't see as an illusion trapping all of them in its pull.
But could be...what a dangerous fucking idea that is. Actual freedom, the freedom to choose who they are and what they do, to understand one another, to be anything other than what they had to be before.
They won't have the rain next time, the need to touch. Maybe Reiner will know what he's done, what he will do, the next time they see each other. Maybe Reiner will hate him then.
Not that it matters. Even with that, there's still a next time for this in Eren's mind, with a bed (or a couch, or even a floor, something) and less clothes between them. If it's a bloody next time, not like he can complain.
He opens his mouth to say something but Reiner's hand moves deeper, finger curling just right, and words escape him. It really is just wordless sound this time, louder than he means to be. It's a miracle he keeps his hand moving. His other hand clenches on Reiner's shoulder. He doesn't care who hears.
He can't possibly last much longer like this. He thinks of shoving his hand back between them, touching himself like he's touching Reiner, but he...doesn't. He's still got Reiner's leg against him, the angle not quite enough on its own, but with everything else? He doesn't have the sense left to be embarrassed about it. If he comes largely untouched then fine, as long as he gets off at all.
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He should definitely move away from that scrape of teeth, but they're so far past that it's laughable. There's no away right now, only towards, only a further tilt of his head as much as he can with Reiner's hand and the wall behind him.
Reiner moves into his hand and he says something encouraging. He thinks it's out loud. Maybe it's just wordless sound. What's the difference at this point? His hand still moves, squeezing and releasing every now and then as he strokes Reiner's too hot cock. There's a sort of pace to it, a rhythm they fall into. It would be easier if they were actually fucking, their hips moving together, Reiner's cock in him and not just his hands. But this is good, so good, something he'll think of later too, maybe in the shower where it's (the same) easier to bite his lip hard enough to bleed, hard enough to muffle sound, to make sure the apartment's other occupant remains unaware of what he's doing.
He catches those bits of words. Could have.
He knows better. There was never any other way. Eren isn't responsible for the Marley Warriors coming to the island and wrecking the walls, but he doesn't think that could have changed either. They'd been racing towards the end since before they were born, the illusion of freedom that Eren still doesn't see as an illusion trapping all of them in its pull.
But could be...what a dangerous fucking idea that is. Actual freedom, the freedom to choose who they are and what they do, to understand one another, to be anything other than what they had to be before.
They won't have the rain next time, the need to touch. Maybe Reiner will know what he's done, what he will do, the next time they see each other. Maybe Reiner will hate him then.
Not that it matters. Even with that, there's still a next time for this in Eren's mind, with a bed (or a couch, or even a floor, something) and less clothes between them. If it's a bloody next time, not like he can complain.
He opens his mouth to say something but Reiner's hand moves deeper, finger curling just right, and words escape him. It really is just wordless sound this time, louder than he means to be. It's a miracle he keeps his hand moving. His other hand clenches on Reiner's shoulder. He doesn't care who hears.
He can't possibly last much longer like this. He thinks of shoving his hand back between them, touching himself like he's touching Reiner, but he...doesn't. He's still got Reiner's leg against him, the angle not quite enough on its own, but with everything else? He doesn't have the sense left to be embarrassed about it. If he comes largely untouched then fine, as long as he gets off at all.