Eren, as he often does, watches Reiner's mouth when he speaks. He's thinking about Reiner's mouth doing other things, though he hasn't moved into specifics in his head yet.
Besides, your mouth will be free, he says, and Eren's eyes jerk back up again. There's that telltale pink just touching his cheeks. He pretends it isn't there.
To his credit, he manages to say, "Yeah. I guess it will," though he doesn't quite manage nonchalantness about it. Of course he's turned on by the thought. Last time, he'd given up control but could have taken it back at any time just by shoving away with his hands. Without them, that's harder.
Fuck, why is that hot?
He swallows, as if that will clear up whatever it is that gets in the way of his words.
"Legs, I guess. If you did arms first it would be trickier to balance, I think."
He doesn't move away from Reiner's touch, but he does at least pull his shirt off. This isn't something they're doing fully clothed, right? Or at least he isn't; he hasn't graduated in his brain to considering that Reiner doesn't have to take his clothes off. Eren always leaps before he looks, not considering a whole situation like this, what the power dynamic inadvertently could fall into.
Not that he would care or stop or slow down even for a second.
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.
Eren finds himself leaning towards Reiner's touch, craving him and they've barely done anything. His blood isn't racing yet, he's not hard or wanting (at least no more wanting than he always is). But Reiner's touch, warm like his own, uncalloused fingers like his but shaped different, feels (right) good. It doesn't have to be much at all these days.
Eren pulls his shirt off and Reiner deals with his pants. Maybe he's handsier than he needs to be, but who the hell cares? Eren gets his hands on Reiner, too, because he won't have that luxury soon. What a heady thing to think about, something he's vaguely imagined but never dared to chase further. It's one thing to have your freedom taken away, something he will never tolerate. It's another to give it to someone for an hour. He hasn't set it down like that in his head, not those terms, but maybe he'll get there eventually if he does this kind of thing again.
He's right there to kiss Reiner in return, demanding more because he can't help it. But Reiner talks against his mouth, and he decides to listen. He moves onto the bed on his knees and reaches to pull Reiner closer, rope or not.
The way that Eren demands more from their kisses never fails to enthrall Reiner, sinking into his skin and lighting up his veins. It makes him want to answer that demand, giving Eren more and more until they lie exhausted and spent in each other's arms. He could lose himself to it so easily. Sink into Eren's embrace and fuck him into the hotel mattress, the rope forgotten.
But not today.
Not yet.
He snags the rope as they move to the bed, kneeling together, the mattress sinking slightly beneath their weight. He can't resist the urge to kiss Eren again, lips parting, wanting to taste the heady heat of Eren's mouth. But a taste is all he lets himself have, his fingers tugging Eren's waistband down, palms smoothing over the bare curve of Eren's ass.
Will Eren let Reiner fuck him while still tied up? The thought alone sends a shiver down Reiner's spine, the warm tingle of desire spreading through him.
Not yet. Not yet.
"You have such a great ass," he says, shamelessly squeezing said ass. It's not conducive to tying Eren up—for that to begin, Reiner will need Eren to lie down, or at least sit. But honestly, how can Reiner resist fondling a bit?
Eren can be obtuse as hell, and he's not sure he believes or understands Reiner's wanting to take care of him thing, but he does notice the way Reiner responds to his unspoken demands. He always does, doesn't he? Spoken or unspoken, Reiner gives and gives. Eren takes and takes. They balance like that, maybe, even if it makes Eren more demanding, pushing to see what he can get with his mouth or his hands or any other part of him. Someday maybe he'll cross a line.
Or maybe there aren't any. No boundaries, no limits, because neither of them will impose any. Maybe they'll both cross a line. As if Eren cares.
Reiner's hands are on him again and he can't keep quiet. He could be quiet under duress, he thinks. He has been in the past, in quick fumbled encounters in dark places with little time.
That was before he cut himself off from the world, from himself, from being vibrantly alive. Eren's loneliness was self-inflicted, but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt, didn't leave him touch starved and wanting. He hasn't recovered from that; that's why he reacts how he does, whining his impatience against Reiner's teasing mouth.
Impatient or not, he's not really in a hurry. Not yet, anyway, and by the time he is he won't be able to push as hard.
He can't give compliments like Reiner can, but he can revel in them. It's a simple thing to say, but he eats it up because he's Eren.
His own hands find Reiner's shoulders, always broader than his own. He snakes one hand along the back of Reiner's neck because he knows what that does. He will never do this on accident. How could he?
He doesn't linger there this time, though, instead threading his fingers up into Reiner's hair. He's done that before, too, of course. If he likes hands in his hair, why wouldn't Reiner? But there's another purpose to that, an attempt to pull Reiner back to his mouth to kiss him again. Eren could ask for what he wants, or even demand it out loud, but words tend to escape him here so he just...takes. Of course. The rope will be there in a few more minutes.
The idea of establishing boundaries with Eren hasn't even occurred to Reiner. He has done so with other partners, setting physical and emotional limits: telling them not to touch his nape, and stressing that he wasn't interested in anything serious. But with Eren, it doesn't cross Reiner's mind. They've already blown past any lines Reiner might have drawn to protect himself.
'Keeping an emotional distance' was never an option with Eren, nor would Reiner want it to be. Not when electricity races through him with each touch. Not when that warm, wonderful something in his chest sings with every kiss.
Eren whines against his mouth, bringing a smug smile to Reiner's lips, his hands squeezing again. He's supposed to be trying not to get hard. Playing with Eren's ass is doing the exact opposite—but again, how can Reiner resist?
Goosebumps follow the trail of Eren's hands as they find his shoulders, one sliding to the back of his neck. It pulls a whisper from Reiner's lips, Eren's name spoken into the scant space between them. Then Eren's hand is in Reiner's hair, short blond strands threaded through Eren's fingers.
Reiner doesn't even need the pull. His lips return to Eren's immediately, kissing him, tongue tasting, hands tugging Eren closer. It feels strange to still be fully clothed while Eren is bare, but not in a bad way. It's just different. New. Oddly exciting.
"You're gonna get me all worked up," Reiner says when he draws back for breath, voice dropping lower in that way it does when he is all worked up.
Eren tries to rein it in a little but he can't even slow down with Reiner's hands on him. Funny how he's always the one challenging Reiner and then falling all over himself. Too bad he's a slow learning about things like that; he'll keep doing shit like this. At least losing ground here isn't like the beach.
There's something exciting about the imbalance of it for Eren, too, the feeling of cloth against his naked skin with no attempt to remedy that. He doesn't know much about power dynamics and the like. All he knows is that this makes the anticipation stronger somehow, and why wouldn't he want that?
"Yeah," he says, half-breathless, "that's the point." This close, Reiner probably can't see his face clearly, but that smirk is evident in his whispered tone.
"You can just fuck me if that's what you need to do," he says, but that's just much challenge as anything else he's said. If Reiner tosses the rope idea out and just goes for it, it's a win in a weird sense for Eren. He does want to try the rope, no mistake about it, but he can't help pushing buttons.
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Besides, your mouth will be free, he says, and Eren's eyes jerk back up again. There's that telltale pink just touching his cheeks. He pretends it isn't there.
To his credit, he manages to say, "Yeah. I guess it will," though he doesn't quite manage nonchalantness about it. Of course he's turned on by the thought. Last time, he'd given up control but could have taken it back at any time just by shoving away with his hands. Without them, that's harder.
Fuck, why is that hot?
He swallows, as if that will clear up whatever it is that gets in the way of his words.
"Legs, I guess. If you did arms first it would be trickier to balance, I think."
He doesn't move away from Reiner's touch, but he does at least pull his shirt off. This isn't something they're doing fully clothed, right? Or at least he isn't; he hasn't graduated in his brain to considering that Reiner doesn't have to take his clothes off. Eren always leaps before he looks, not considering a whole situation like this, what the power dynamic inadvertently could fall into.
Not that he would care or stop or slow down even for a second.
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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.
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Eren pulls his shirt off and Reiner deals with his pants. Maybe he's handsier than he needs to be, but who the hell cares? Eren gets his hands on Reiner, too, because he won't have that luxury soon. What a heady thing to think about, something he's vaguely imagined but never dared to chase further. It's one thing to have your freedom taken away, something he will never tolerate. It's another to give it to someone for an hour. He hasn't set it down like that in his head, not those terms, but maybe he'll get there eventually if he does this kind of thing again.
He's right there to kiss Reiner in return, demanding more because he can't help it. But Reiner talks against his mouth, and he decides to listen. He moves onto the bed on his knees and reaches to pull Reiner closer, rope or not.
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But not today.
Not yet.
He snags the rope as they move to the bed, kneeling together, the mattress sinking slightly beneath their weight. He can't resist the urge to kiss Eren again, lips parting, wanting to taste the heady heat of Eren's mouth. But a taste is all he lets himself have, his fingers tugging Eren's waistband down, palms smoothing over the bare curve of Eren's ass.
Will Eren let Reiner fuck him while still tied up? The thought alone sends a shiver down Reiner's spine, the warm tingle of desire spreading through him.
Not yet. Not yet.
"You have such a great ass," he says, shamelessly squeezing said ass. It's not conducive to tying Eren up—for that to begin, Reiner will need Eren to lie down, or at least sit. But honestly, how can Reiner resist fondling a bit?
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Or maybe there aren't any. No boundaries, no limits, because neither of them will impose any. Maybe they'll both cross a line. As if Eren cares.
Reiner's hands are on him again and he can't keep quiet. He could be quiet under duress, he thinks. He has been in the past, in quick fumbled encounters in dark places with little time.
That was before he cut himself off from the world, from himself, from being vibrantly alive. Eren's loneliness was self-inflicted, but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt, didn't leave him touch starved and wanting. He hasn't recovered from that; that's why he reacts how he does, whining his impatience against Reiner's teasing mouth.
Impatient or not, he's not really in a hurry. Not yet, anyway, and by the time he is he won't be able to push as hard.
He can't give compliments like Reiner can, but he can revel in them. It's a simple thing to say, but he eats it up because he's Eren.
His own hands find Reiner's shoulders, always broader than his own. He snakes one hand along the back of Reiner's neck because he knows what that does. He will never do this on accident. How could he?
He doesn't linger there this time, though, instead threading his fingers up into Reiner's hair. He's done that before, too, of course. If he likes hands in his hair, why wouldn't Reiner? But there's another purpose to that, an attempt to pull Reiner back to his mouth to kiss him again. Eren could ask for what he wants, or even demand it out loud, but words tend to escape him here so he just...takes. Of course. The rope will be there in a few more minutes.
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'Keeping an emotional distance' was never an option with Eren, nor would Reiner want it to be. Not when electricity races through him with each touch. Not when that warm, wonderful something in his chest sings with every kiss.
Eren whines against his mouth, bringing a smug smile to Reiner's lips, his hands squeezing again. He's supposed to be trying not to get hard. Playing with Eren's ass is doing the exact opposite—but again, how can Reiner resist?
Goosebumps follow the trail of Eren's hands as they find his shoulders, one sliding to the back of his neck. It pulls a whisper from Reiner's lips, Eren's name spoken into the scant space between them. Then Eren's hand is in Reiner's hair, short blond strands threaded through Eren's fingers.
Reiner doesn't even need the pull. His lips return to Eren's immediately, kissing him, tongue tasting, hands tugging Eren closer. It feels strange to still be fully clothed while Eren is bare, but not in a bad way. It's just different. New. Oddly exciting.
"You're gonna get me all worked up," Reiner says when he draws back for breath, voice dropping lower in that way it does when he is all worked up.
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There's something exciting about the imbalance of it for Eren, too, the feeling of cloth against his naked skin with no attempt to remedy that. He doesn't know much about power dynamics and the like. All he knows is that this makes the anticipation stronger somehow, and why wouldn't he want that?
"Yeah," he says, half-breathless, "that's the point." This close, Reiner probably can't see his face clearly, but that smirk is evident in his whispered tone.
"You can just fuck me if that's what you need to do," he says, but that's just much challenge as anything else he's said. If Reiner tosses the rope idea out and just goes for it, it's a win in a weird sense for Eren. He does want to try the rope, no mistake about it, but he can't help pushing buttons.