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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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.