Eren, of course, doesn't fight Reiner's mouth on him. Maybe he could in some situation, but he doesn't have any fight in him at the moment. He just has need, so close and a little strung out with it, nerves lit up as Reiner's finger rubs against his prostate like that.
He makes a sound that becomes a protest, starting to move again, suddenly worried that Reiner is going to just stop. It would be a hell of a thing to do, wouldn't it, work him up and then walk away? But…no. Of the two of them, which of them is could manage to be that cruel? Not Reiner, surely.
And no, Reiner isn't actually denying him, not for long. There's a little resistance, maybe, because spit really isn't enough for this. But that's only for a moment, and if it hurts for that moment, all it does is make Eren want it more.
He had paused his hand for that second that he started to protest, but he goes back to it now, pushing his hips into Reiner's hand and stroking his cock again faster, sliding a thumb over the now slick head. All of this, the tension of it, Reiner's cock dripping for him, it's…exciting, really. That Reiner, who doesn't trust him, who has no idea what the future really holds, who sees them as enemies (they are, they have to be, they are so the same), can get this hard for him, can whisper in his ear like a lover…he feels almost drunk with that knowledge.
There are so many ways to have power over another person. Eren doesn't crave power for power's sake and never has, but…knowing the effect he can have on someone? Sure, he likes that. He can't help but like that.
As if he hasn't given away that same power.
"Fuck, I need—" he says, but even he's not sure what he's going to say. His hand slides from Reiner's shoulder back up his neck to the back of his head again, not quite high enough to tangle in his hair, just enough to keep him close. Too close, maybe, if there's such a thing as that left now.
He's worked himself up now as much as anything else, face flushed and eyes half-shut again, breath coming in gasps. Just a little more.
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He makes a sound that becomes a protest, starting to move again, suddenly worried that Reiner is going to just stop. It would be a hell of a thing to do, wouldn't it, work him up and then walk away? But…no. Of the two of them, which of them is could manage to be that cruel? Not Reiner, surely.
And no, Reiner isn't actually denying him, not for long. There's a little resistance, maybe, because spit really isn't enough for this. But that's only for a moment, and if it hurts for that moment, all it does is make Eren want it more.
He had paused his hand for that second that he started to protest, but he goes back to it now, pushing his hips into Reiner's hand and stroking his cock again faster, sliding a thumb over the now slick head. All of this, the tension of it, Reiner's cock dripping for him, it's…exciting, really. That Reiner, who doesn't trust him, who has no idea what the future really holds, who sees them as enemies (they are, they have to be, they are so the same), can get this hard for him, can whisper in his ear like a lover…he feels almost drunk with that knowledge.
There are so many ways to have power over another person. Eren doesn't crave power for power's sake and never has, but…knowing the effect he can have on someone? Sure, he likes that. He can't help but like that.
As if he hasn't given away that same power.
"Fuck, I need—" he says, but even he's not sure what he's going to say. His hand slides from Reiner's shoulder back up his neck to the back of his head again, not quite high enough to tangle in his hair, just enough to keep him close. Too close, maybe, if there's such a thing as that left now.
He's worked himself up now as much as anything else, face flushed and eyes half-shut again, breath coming in gasps. Just a little more.