A part of Reiner wishes—sharply, desperately—that Eren was laid out beneath him, not pressed against a wall. He wishes he could raise his head and watch as Eren comes, his cock still buried deep, Eren clenching around him as cum stains their bare abdomens. He wants to see it, burn it into his mind, one beautiful memory that might (just might) offset some of the horrible ones, helping to balance the scales. He wants to memorize Eren's face twisted in pleasure instead of rage; he wants to watch as he gives Eren something good instead of ripping away years of friendship.
Next time.
For now, this is enough. It's enough to feel Eren's body wind tighter and tighter, hips jerking and stuttering as he hits his peak, spilling between them. It's enough to hear Eren say his name, Reiner transformed from a curse to a benediction, searing itself into Reiner's memory. It's enough to know that he brought Eren this pleasure; it's enough to know that Eren needs him.
Reiner milks him through it, stroking Eren's cock and prostate until there's nothing left. Then he has the good sense to withdraw his fingers, squeezing Eren's ass instead, his other hand moving from Eren's cock to his own. It won't take much: just a few too-tight strokes, his breath unsteady against Eren's ear, gasping, whispering nonsense.
He comes with a shudder that wracks his frame, moaning, instinctively curling closer. His head drops, hot breath pressed to the place where neck joins shoulder, teeth scraping skin as a second shudder rips through him. Insensible, for the moment, lost in the sensation of their bodies pressed close, the scent of Eren filling his nose, pleasure buzzing through his being.
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Next time.
For now, this is enough. It's enough to feel Eren's body wind tighter and tighter, hips jerking and stuttering as he hits his peak, spilling between them. It's enough to hear Eren say his name, Reiner transformed from a curse to a benediction, searing itself into Reiner's memory. It's enough to know that he brought Eren this pleasure; it's enough to know that Eren needs him.
Reiner milks him through it, stroking Eren's cock and prostate until there's nothing left. Then he has the good sense to withdraw his fingers, squeezing Eren's ass instead, his other hand moving from Eren's cock to his own. It won't take much: just a few too-tight strokes, his breath unsteady against Eren's ear, gasping, whispering nonsense.
(So good. Beautiful. Eren. Fuck. Fuck. Want you. Fuck. Eren. Eren.)
He comes with a shudder that wracks his frame, moaning, instinctively curling closer. His head drops, hot breath pressed to the place where neck joins shoulder, teeth scraping skin as a second shudder rips through him. Insensible, for the moment, lost in the sensation of their bodies pressed close, the scent of Eren filling his nose, pleasure buzzing through his being.