What role the rain played in their first touch has fallen from Reiner's mind, erased save for that single drop that trailed down Eren's cheek and jaw, demanding that Reiner kiss it away. Maybe later, he'll recall events in more detail. Or maybe they'll remain lost, wiped away by Eren's soft demand, "do it" spurring Reiner forward in a way he can never erase.
A broken wall. A kiss in the rain. Strange how they feel so similar.
Reiner relishes the tilt of Eren's head, the implicit acceptance of what he desperately wants. His teeth scrape skin a little more firmly, but it's still not quite a bite. Still dancing along that knife's edge, daring Eren to fight back, half-hoping he does, half-hoping he doesn't. Maybe all Reiner wants is a reaction. Maybe he's intoxicated by the attention as much as by the fact that Eren wants him.
No, Eren wanting him definitely comes out on top. Digs into Reiner's mind and heart in a way that's far too dangerous, but he's helpless to stop. Too many crossed lines, too many crushed defenses. He'll pay for this later. Right now, he can't even care.
Then Eren makes that sound, fingers digging into Reiner's shoulder, and Reiner moans against Eren's neck, his cock throbbing, more precum staining the tip. Drags his lips higher as he whispers into Eren's ear.
"There it is," he all but purrs, victory singing in his blood. His fingertip massages that spot—deliberately, relentlessly, rubbing tiny circles as he nips Eren's earlobe, only easing off for a moment. Just long enough to nearly withdraw his finger, then start pushing in the second beside the first, hoping Eren's spit still makes it slick enough.
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A broken wall. A kiss in the rain. Strange how they feel so similar.
Reiner relishes the tilt of Eren's head, the implicit acceptance of what he desperately wants. His teeth scrape skin a little more firmly, but it's still not quite a bite. Still dancing along that knife's edge, daring Eren to fight back, half-hoping he does, half-hoping he doesn't. Maybe all Reiner wants is a reaction. Maybe he's intoxicated by the attention as much as by the fact that Eren wants him.
No, Eren wanting him definitely comes out on top. Digs into Reiner's mind and heart in a way that's far too dangerous, but he's helpless to stop. Too many crossed lines, too many crushed defenses. He'll pay for this later. Right now, he can't even care.
Then Eren makes that sound, fingers digging into Reiner's shoulder, and Reiner moans against Eren's neck, his cock throbbing, more precum staining the tip. Drags his lips higher as he whispers into Eren's ear.
"There it is," he all but purrs, victory singing in his blood. His fingertip massages that spot—deliberately, relentlessly, rubbing tiny circles as he nips Eren's earlobe, only easing off for a moment. Just long enough to nearly withdraw his finger, then start pushing in the second beside the first, hoping Eren's spit still makes it slick enough.