Eren is cute when he blushes. Reiner said so back in that alley what feels like a lifetime ago, murmuring it against Eren's lips as they touched each other's cocks for the first time. It remains true now, the pink dusting Eren's cheeks causing Reiner's smirk to widen slightly, gold eyes glittering with interest. He can't help wanting to make Eren blush even more. Can't help wanting to render those pretty lips unable to do anything but plead and moan.
But that will come later. For now, it's time to tie Eren up. (And to try not to get too hard in the process.)
"All right," he says, leaning in to brush the tip of his nose to Eren's. "Legs it is."
His fingers find the clasp of Eren's trousers, working on unfastening them while Eren removes his shirt. Practice has made such a thing easier than that first time. However, Reiner still gets distracted by the warmth of Eren's skin, fingertips brushing below Eren's navel, just appreciating the contact.
It's been weeks since that awful sickness tore their Titan-heat away. They've seen each other since then, touched and kissed and whatever else. Still, Reiner takes a moment to simply soak in that heat. He missed it when it was gone. Lately, it feels like he misses it more often, craving that contact whenever they're close. Even when they're pressed against each other, bare skin to bare skin, Reiner always wants more of it.
Once Eren's shirt and trousers are off, Reiner leans in to kiss him, thumbs hooked in the waistband of his underwear. "On the bed," he murmurs, eager to get started.
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But that will come later. For now, it's time to tie Eren up. (And to try not to get too hard in the process.)
"All right," he says, leaning in to brush the tip of his nose to Eren's. "Legs it is."
His fingers find the clasp of Eren's trousers, working on unfastening them while Eren removes his shirt. Practice has made such a thing easier than that first time. However, Reiner still gets distracted by the warmth of Eren's skin, fingertips brushing below Eren's navel, just appreciating the contact.
It's been weeks since that awful sickness tore their Titan-heat away. They've seen each other since then, touched and kissed and whatever else. Still, Reiner takes a moment to simply soak in that heat. He missed it when it was gone. Lately, it feels like he misses it more often, craving that contact whenever they're close. Even when they're pressed against each other, bare skin to bare skin, Reiner always wants more of it.
Once Eren's shirt and trousers are off, Reiner leans in to kiss him, thumbs hooked in the waistband of his underwear. "On the bed," he murmurs, eager to get started.