Reiner's hand finally moves out of Eren's hair, leaving Eren to just rest against the wall. But what he gets is better, at least in the moment, Reiner's hand on his cock, neglected for most of this time, dripping with need. Their clothes are both going to be a mess when they're done with this, but he's not thinking about that, and it never would have stopped him anyway.
The thing that will snag Eren later is Reiner's voice in his ear. I've got you. Somewhere in the midst of all of it, the years between them and the blood and horror and the animosity, he'd forgotten what Reiner was like when they met. He has no idea which version of Reiner is the real one, or if there is a real one, exactly. Reiner had been kind, compassionate, someone who was good at taking care of other people. This is that, isn't it? This bit of softness tangled up with whatever else they're doing.
Eren is so unused to softness. He hasn't let anyone care about him -- care for him -- in what feels like years.
That's the thing that does it, in the end, the thing that pushes him over the edge. Another time it would be blood and pain and all the things he can't get people to give him. Today it's this.
He comes with Reiner's name falling from his lips, body taut as a bow string, hips rocking into Reiner's touch. If he forgets where and when they are for a minute or two, that doesn't matter. He doesn't forget who he's with, and that seems more important right now.
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The thing that will snag Eren later is Reiner's voice in his ear. I've got you. Somewhere in the midst of all of it, the years between them and the blood and horror and the animosity, he'd forgotten what Reiner was like when they met. He has no idea which version of Reiner is the real one, or if there is a real one, exactly. Reiner had been kind, compassionate, someone who was good at taking care of other people. This is that, isn't it? This bit of softness tangled up with whatever else they're doing.
Eren is so unused to softness. He hasn't let anyone care about him -- care for him -- in what feels like years.
That's the thing that does it, in the end, the thing that pushes him over the edge. Another time it would be blood and pain and all the things he can't get people to give him. Today it's this.
He comes with Reiner's name falling from his lips, body taut as a bow string, hips rocking into Reiner's touch. If he forgets where and when they are for a minute or two, that doesn't matter. He doesn't forget who he's with, and that seems more important right now.