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"You're so beautiful, Reiner." Bertholdt places a kiss on the corner of Reiner's jaw from where he is seated behind him. "Like.. very pretty." 

"Not just your body, your personality, your voice.." Long fingers stroke deep inside, emitting another low groan from the shorter of the two of them. "Everything about you is so perfect." 

"Bert.." Reiner whispers, in that low, raspy voice of his, "Why do you always wait until you're fucking my brains out to say things like that?" 

Bertholdt is sitting cross-legged with Reiner on his lap, three fingers pressed in prepping him. Reiner's legs are spread apart giving him access, upper body hot against the lankier male's chest.

"Sorry.. " The exposed male apologizes sheepishly in usual Bertholdt fashion. 

"I wasn't complainin'" Reiner's breath hitches as Bertholdt grazes that spot inside him. "Fuck, right there-" 

"Yeah?" Bert murmurs, teeth nibbling on a sensitive part of muscular man's neck. 

"Mm!" Reiner closes his eyes and grinds back into the long fingers abusing his prostate. Bertholdt's free hand finds purchase on Reiner's pectoral, teasing the hardened bud there. The recipient moans high and reedy for the tall male, encouraging further. 

"Bertl.. baby, please just fuck me already.." Reiner whispers after a few moments like a reverent prayer, arching off the bed. His thick cock was borderline crying from being ignored. Bertholdt complied. 

"In this position?" 

"Cowgirl," he replied with, "I wanna look at you." 

That sends a shiver down Bertholdt's spine and he quickly pulls his fingers out. 

He grabs the lube, which Reiner takes graciously, warming it with his hands and coating Bertholdt's long dick in the substance. 

Bertholdt leans against the head board as Reiner positions himself, and then lowers himself slowly onto the beastly thing. 

"Oh," Reiner closes his eyes, eyebrows knitted together "Oh fuck." 

He whines, slowing down. Taking all of Bertholdt's colossal-esque dick was always a small obstacle. The taller male groans, caressing Reiner's cheek and putting a firm hand on Reiner's hip, rubbing circles there. 

"You're squeezing me so much, Rei," Bertholdt pants out "It feels amazing already.. slow down, take your time." 

Reiner's face grows hotter, his large hand on Bertholdt's chest for leverage. The rest of his length slides in smoothly, it's only the first half that presents the most challenge. 

"Good job," Bertholdt praises, kissing his nose and chin, "you did so well- fuck you're so tight.. I won't move, so take your time." 

Reiner bites his lip, bending his knees and putting himself into a more comfortable squat position as he lifts his hips- one, two, three inches- and then slams back down. 

His control was less than perfect. 

Reiner moans, low and deep, grappling for purchase on Bertholdt's neck. 

Bertholdt raises his upper body into a sitting upward position, and Reiner immediately latches on, red face tucked into Bertholdt's collarbone. 

He fucks himself on Bertholdt's cock, twisting and shaking his hips for the length to rub against the good spots, cursing as Bertholdt positions his hips in a way that hits his prostate every stuttering thrust. 

Reiner pulls back from Bertholdt, raising his hips until only the head remained inside him, and slowly lowered himself back down, tears in his closed eyes. 

"Fuck! So fuckin' big.." Reiner groans. "It's like you're in my stomach.. I feel like I'm gonna die, it's that fucking good.." 

Bertholdt bites his lip, the thought of fucking Reiner so good he feels him in those places getting to him. 

Reiner's average sized, but thick cock wept with precum. Bertholdt reached forward, tugging it with an earnest pump and giving it the attention it rightfully needed. 

"A-ah!" Reiner's eyes snapped open, body shaking "B-bertholdt if you keep doing that I'll..!" 

"That's the point." Bertholdt remarks, watching his sultry expression.

Reiner sputters out a shaky "C-coming!" and then he's ejaculating into Bertholdt's hand. The taller male works him over, pulling every last drop out of him as Reiner's body jerks, his head lolling forward. 

The blonde catches his breath, resting comfortably under his taller companion's chin. Bertholdt licks the essence off his fingers.  

Bertholdt is still rock hard inside of Reiner, and pulsing, making tears anew spring to his eyes. 

"Please.." Reiner mutters, and Bertholdt knows exactly what he wants. 

Tan hands find purchase on Reiner's thick hips, holding him tight, and with a grunt Bertholdt pushes him down, making him take in all of his cock, pulling him back up with only half in and then repeats. 

"Oh!" Reiner's mouth is agape, eyes to the ceiling. He sits up, trying to match his thrusts with Bertholdt's but said male jerks his hips up as he pushes Reiner down-- fuck its deep, too deep, and Reiner's voice raises an octave higher as he sings: "Oh, oh oh fuuuck," The vocal range of his words varying as Bertholdt fucks him hard and deep.

"You feel so good, too good Rei, I'm gonna wreck your insides, make you only remember the shape of my cock," Bertholdt grunts into Reiner's ear, nibbling on his ear lobe. 

"More, it's so good-- my body- oh fuck Bertholdt fuck me more!" Reiner throws his head back, wide smile on his face as he begs shamelessly. 

In a spur of passion, Bertholdt puts Reiner on his back, wraps the muscular males legs around his neck, kneels, hands beside Reiner's face and then he pile drives into him like a jack hammer, fucking him up with renewed vigor. 

Reiner screams, gripping the side of the bed. He's besides himself with pleasure, crying in earnest and praising the man making love to him so roughly, other hand on his lower stomach.

"Mmhm!" Reiner whimpers, cock twitching. He looks at his lover with hooded, glistening eyes. Bertholdt's pupils are blown wide, calm and neutral expression replaced with something more animalistic and hungry. 

With a small cry of his name, Reiner reaches up and hungrily captures Bertholdt's lips, tongues sliding filthy against each other. Drool runs down Reiner's cheek as he desperately tastes all of Bertholdt, leaving no corner of his mouth untouched. 

Bertholdt licks, then sucks on Reiner's top lip, and that action in itself is enough to push him over the edge for the second time tonight, cum splattering onto his own chest. 

Bertholdt breaks the kiss, hands cocooning Reiner's face. 

"C-can I come inside?" His thumb swipes away the saliva and tears on Reiner's cheek. 

Reiner keeps his eyes on him, tilting his head and nibbles on Bertholdt's finger, "Fill me up." 

Bertholdt's thrusts turn into sways of his hips, pulling his cock out slowly, so fucking slowly and pushing back in with the snap of his hips. 

Reiner sucks on Bertholdt's thumb, eyes screwed tight as tears force themselves free. He's overstimulated, to the point where his cries of pleasure were silent, shuddering breaths the best he can manage in this state. 

Bertholdt's close- very close-- he feels his balls tighten, the heat in his stomach coiling tight-

Reiner feels his member expand inside him, begs for him to cum, trying his best to squeeze around him- Bertholdt is shaking, breathy moans leaving him eyebrows knitted together and then he's coming with Reiner's name on his lips, tears rolling down his face. He weakly snaps his hips, milking out his orgasm for all its worth until he pulls out, too sensitive and soft to go on. 

Bertholdt lays him down, hovering over him and hugging him with his long body, albeit it filthy and they stank of sex. Reiner makes an appreciative sound at being cocooned. Once Bertholdt gathers all his wits, he notices the male basking in the afterglow, muscles twitching and lips pursed. 

He reaches down, delicately brushing the sandy blonde hair out of his closed eyes. Reiner opens his eyes moments later, staring up at him with adoration. No words are exchanged, body language saying it all as Reiner pulls him into a deep, affectionate kiss. 

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Bertholdt is a very emotional person. More than a person should be, he thinks? 

In his defense he grew up alone, cooped up in his house and didn't have any social interactions with anyone except his parents. He met his first friend when he was 11, when an over-exuburant boy grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the loneliness and into a bright world he wanted to see more of, learn about, be apart of. 

Bertholdt wanted all of that with the boy who held his hand so tightly, filling him up with so much emotion.. It damn near made him cry. 

Bertholdt felt lighter than air after the other boy pulled him into the jog that brought them wherever. Happiness flooded his veins, and his stomach fluttered at the sound of the other boy's sweet laughter. 

Bertholdt awed at him from where he laid, having been tossed onto his side. The male next to him was on his back, catching his breath. He turns his head, bronze eyes meeting cobalt blue. 

With a breathy sigh he whispers his name like a secret "I'm Reiner." 

The tears clouding Bertholdt vision were finally freed, the whole situation over-stimulating him. 

"I'm.. Bertholdt.." 

Reiner smiles, his teeth showing, "I know." And he squeezes the taller male's hand a bit tighter. 

Reiner's hand pulses twice in Bertholdt's, jolting him out of his reminiscing. 

"What are you thinking about?" Reiner says smoothly, the corner of his lip arched up in a snarky smile. 

Bertholdt blinks, because holy fuck and he can feel his hand already sweating in Reiner's. 

"I was thinking about you.." Bertholdt replies meekly. Reiner beams. 

"Bear-tl, why think about me when I'm right here..?" Reiner kisses his ring and middle finger and it takes everything in the younger male not to spontaneously combust right then and there. 

"TAKE THAT GAY SHIT SOMEWHERE ELSE." Ymir, exclaims as she passes the two saps, visible disgust on her face. Bertholdt becomes aware of where they are (sitting outside on a stone picnic table 'studying' during their study hall period). Historia looks up at her in exasperation, displeased with her outburst.

Embarrassment settles in Bertholdt's gut as he apologizes to the brunette.

"Excuse me?" Reiner decides to razz on Ymir. "All I did was kiss my man's hand. Your tongue is practically attached to Historia's cunt 24/7." 

"Can't help it, that cunt is addictive." Ymir simply states, knocking into Historia with a pleased sigh. 

Historia rolls her eyes, still looking down at her phone. "Language, Hun." 

"Bert's dick is addictive but you don't see me fucking myself on it at every chance I get." Then Reiner flicks her off.

Her freckles crease around her lips as she grimaces. Historia bursts out laughing, closing her flip phone to study the scene unfolding in front of her.

Bertholdt sputters as Ymir collects herself, rarely willing to show weakness. 

"Oh really?" Ymir's eyes flare. "How big is it?" 

"I swear to God," Bertholdt begins. 

"20 centimeters (8 inches), with mind numbing accuracy and an urge to please." Reiner's words have earnest, unadulterated pride in them. "He doesn't just own the merchandise, he can use it. His cock could tenderize a fucking boulder." 

"Oh please, I turn Historia's into an overstimulated mess in 20 seconds with just my fingers." Ymir's stance had pride in it, exaggerated bravado in her expression.

"It takes you twenty?" Reiner snickers. 

"That wouldn't be a surprise to you if you knew how a vagina works, Bi failure." 

Ouch! Reiner clutched his heart. 

"Ymir 1, Reiner 0," Historia laughs.  

'Why am I the only one mortified', Bertholdt questioned internally, 

Reiner wasn't going to back down, since Historia seemed entertained, but Bertholdt tugs at his flannel shirt. Bertholdt's displeased expression made him hesitate.

".." Ymir closes her eyes, a deep chuckle finding her lips. "Damn, you sure got him in check, Bertholdt." 

"Don't even," Reiner sucks his teeth. "Like you aren't attached to Historia's hip, doing what she asks, like a lap dog. You're, if not more, of a simp than me. You'd happily lick her shit soaked shoes clean in front of everyone." 

It's like watching a viper and a bull engage, staring each other down, watching for a noticeable twitch of muscle before they're at each other's throat. It's almost as if the atmosphere itself was taunting, Go ahead, leap frog, leap! 

"Ymir, babe, you know he's right," Historia's hand sat perched on her hip. She cut the tension so abruptly Bertholdt couldn't help his smile.

"Well, yeah," Ymir turned to her girlfriend, exasperated, "but I don't want this gorilla to point it out!!" 

"Gorilla??" Reiner gasped dramatically, broad hand flat against his chest. 

Ymir smirked, leaning forward. "Silverback," She teased.

Historia rolls her eyes then pinches Ymir's hip. "Oww!" 

As if on cue, Bertholdt and Historia's alarms go off, signaling that their classes were about to start. Ymir, lower lip jutted out and giving Historia the puppy eyes, finally backs down. She'd rather walk her queen to her class anyways. They bid their goodbyes, then Historia throws Bertholdt a sympathetic look over her shoulder as the male couple walks to their lockers. 

"That was fun, we should do study dates outside more." 

Bertholdt only replies with a deep sigh, already ready to be done with today.

".. You upset with me?" Reiner raises an eyebrow and Bertholdt shuts his locker. 

"No." Reiner waits. "I'm just.." 

He covers his face. "I could've lived my whole life perfectly fine without you telling Ymir my dick size." 

Reiner scoffs, "Ye ask and ye shall receive. And I love your dick, I couldn't help but brag about it. Judging from how repulsed she looked, I'd say it was a win-win." 

Bertholdt doesn't appreciate his humor and Reiner's smile drops.

".. I'm sorry," He pries Bertholdt's hands from his face gently and kisses his long nose apologetically. "I promise not to talk about how hung you are around others anymore." 

Reiner presses his back into the locker, craning his face in a way so that his neck is exposed, looking at his lover with one bronze eye. "Or talk about how hard you pound me, leaving me crying and breathless, begging for more.." 

Bertholdt flushes, a strange sound emitting from his throat. His eyes dart around passing students, hoping they didn't hear those vulgar words. 

Reiner smiles, seeing his words take affect. "But seriously, I'll make it up to you.. how about a movie at my place? I'll make your favorite dish. And my parents won't be home tonight.." Bertholdt's stomach grows heavy, heat coiling in his stomach at the implication. 

"A-alright.." Bertholdt gives in easily. A elated chuckle leaves Reiner's lips and he stands on his tiptoes to press a kiss on the taller male's forehead. 

"I'll see you after classes then." 

It's been a week since, and Bertholdt is daydreaming once more about Reiner. His mind goes over the details of the 'ReiYmir' fued, pondering over what Ymir said.

The tall male himself isn't sure why Reiner is so fond (if you can even call it that) of him. He's asked Reiner multiple times since that day why he'd held out his hand to him. Reiner would simply hum and say: 

"You looked really lonely and I felt like I needed to be near you." 

Or 

"I might've fell for you that day."

And then he'd flash that snarky smile.

Bertholdt doesn't believe in Love At First Sight. Reiner is a hopeless romantic, but Bertholdt would be lying if he said he didn't catch romantic feelings for the blonde after they became friends.

After they turned 16, Bertholdt asked Reiner on a day where he wasn't feeling the most confident in himself, "Why did you hold my hand that day? Why do you like me? What do you even see in me?" 

Reiner stared at him seriously, eyebrows tugged together. 

"What is there not to see, Bert..?"

"You tell me." 

"There are so many reasons though, where do I even start?" Reiner chuckles, "I fell in love with you. I'm not sure when it happened. Maybe it happened when I saw how lonely you were the first time I laid my eyes on you. Maybe it happened when I grabbed your hand, and pulled you to that spot I wanted to share with someone as lonely and eye-catching as you.

"It might've happened when I saw how mesmerized you were, beautiful blue eyes wide and glazed over with tears, the blush on your face. And how you whispered your name, although I already knew it. Your mother always spoked so highly of her timid and shy son back then, and I knew I had to see him. I was drawn to you due to curiosity."

Reiner cupped Bertholdt's chin, "Curiosity may of killed the cat," he squeezed the taller male's cheeks, making his lips pucker and directed his face to shake side-to-side slowly "But I'm sure as hell smitten with my fate, Kitten." 

A groan rumbles from Bertholdt's throat as he looks at him incredulously. Reiner laughs at such an aloof expression. 

"I don't know when I fell for you, but I do know that for as long as I could remember, I had this same thought in my head: I'm going to marry this man." 

'I'm going to marry this man.' Bertholdt blushes, pressing his knees together. He doesn't realize his professor has called on him. 

"Mr. Hoover? Will you answer the question or not?" Bertholdt looks up, almost catching whiplash. He gulps, mouth opening and closing like a very confused goldfish was suddenly transported to the Sahara. 

"I-i.. I'm sorry.. I have no idea what you asked of me, Sir. I zoned out.." 

The professor sighs, thick eyebrows furrowed. "Maybe spend more time paying attention to the lesson then thinking about a certain classmate, hm?" 

Everyone's eyes went from Bertholdt to Reiner, who was (unfortunately but probably for the best) on the other side of the room, seated next to Eren. Reiner twirls his pencil in his fingers, a small smile on his face. He tries not to coerce Bertholdt into exploding spontaneously then and there with just his smile alone. 

Bertholdt sputters out a very small, "Yes, Mr. Smith" embarrassment washing over him as a few people giggle. 

Even the school faculty knows..

It's nearing the end of the day, the halls are quiet and lacking their usual clamor of students. The majority of the students that roam the halls are club members. In fact, Annie passes by Bertholdt, her large guitar case strapped to her back. He waves timidly at her, to which she just replies with a steely eyed side look, raises her chin and then continues walking past him. 

She apathetic as always, but it's okay- they both have things to do and he doesn't want to bother her anyways. Bertholdt leans against the lockers, idly playing a brain teaser on his phone. Bertholdt and Reiner walk home together, so he's waiting for him at the locker meet-up.

His current level in "Crossword Jam" is left incomplete as he notices the confident walk of his boyfriend coming his way. 

He has a very.. excited? smile on its face. It's almost as if he's found treasure and can't wait to brag about it. Bertholdt finds it cute, smiling as he gets closer. 

"Hey, ready to go?" 

"Actually," Bertholdt raises an eyebrow. "Let's stay after school a bit more.. I wanna try something new." 

A shiver goes up Bertholdt's spine. 'Trying something new' usually insinuates sex. 

".. Yo-you mean like a club, right?" He fails at trying to seem clueless. 

"Follow me, Bert." Reiner grabs his hand, pulling him into a hallway. Bertholdt follows pliantly, his heart racing. 

Bertholdt's legs hit a desk as Reiner presses his weight on his, sucking on his bottom lip and pulling him into a filthy kiss. Bertholdt make a noise- clearly hesitant. Reiner kisses the corner of his lips, allowing him to talk if needed. 

"We.. we shouldn't do this here.." He's blushing, hands already finding purchase on Reiner's hips. The shorter boy hums, teeth raking down the column of Bertholdt's neck. 

"Why not? Do you hate it?" Reiner's tongue and teeth find a spot on Bertholdt's neck that always drives him wild, abusing the skin and making a hickey bloom to life.

"N-no," Bertholdt moans, responding Reiner's actions, " I mean, I like it, but.. this is wrong-" 

Bertholdt can't explain himself with Reiner toying with all his erogeanous zones. 

"No one comes around here, so we will be fine." Bertholdt can feel his morale slipping, tan fingers slipping past the waistband of Reiner's boxers. 

"Are you sure..?" Bertholdt whispers. 

"Positive," Reiner says, guiding Bertholdt into a chair. 

Reiner sits in Bertholdt's lap, the taller male cradling the muscular male's ass in his hands. "Although I wish people could hear us and learn how well you treat me.." Bertholdt should tell him not to say stuff like that; if they get caught then they'll seriously be in trouble, but.. 

Bertholdt's throat goes dry as Reiner pulls his shirt over his chest. He grabs Bertholdt's hand and presses it against his chest, letting him hear his quickening heartbeat. 

"Can you feel it?" Reiner mutters, the hem of his shirt in his mouth. "Fuck, this is so exciting.."   

Bertholdt nods, giving in. This is so fucking exciting. He can feel himself hardening in his pants as he pulls Reiner into a sweet kiss.

Their tongues do a familiar dance, as Bertholdt's hand comes in contact with Reiner's nipple, pinching the bud in a way that always makes Reiner sucks in a breath through clenched teeth, letting it go in a shudder. 

Their kiss is broken now, so Reiner bites down on the shirt once more, keeping his chest exposed for Bertholdt to play with. 

Hand stroke, flick, and prod, then his mouth latches on, sucking with vigor.

"M-mmf!" Reiner's face grows hot. He holds onto Bertholdt's shoulders, beginning to grind into his lap. He is getting hard, Bertholdt can feel it on his thigh. The hand that was resting on Reiner's boxers slide, tracing down the line of Reiner's ass, sliding down in between his cheeks- oh. 

He stops his ministrations on Reiner's chest. His fingers come in contact with something. Its wide and circular pressed against Reiner's rim. Reiner makes a noise of sudden realization, climbing out of Bertholdt's lap. 

"Haha, surpriiise." He unzips his jeans, the sound echoing off the classroom's walls, and his pants and boxers fall to the floor in one swift motion. His dick is hard, flushed pink, the length twitching and precum already beading the tip. 

"Hmm," Reiner moans through closed lips, "It feels good, but I'm craving your size now." Reiner bends over the table, exposing his ass and the green plug inside of him. "What do you think? I wanted to be prepared for you." He spreads his cheeks, face resting on the cold table as he peeks back at Bertholdt, reaching back and grasping the plug.

Bertholdt is hot all over, eyes wide, watery and mouth agape. Sweat trails down his temple, simply from how hot his face was. "Did you.. how long.." 

"I put it in this morning. It made sitting down and walking kind of difficult, but then I got used to it.." Reiner admits, pulling the toy out of himself. "Mm, fuck!" Lube pours from his hole, dripping down his thighs. His breath is shaky as he lets the toy hit the floor with a sharp clack! 

He juts his ass out, upper body comfortably resting on the desk. He looks back at Bertholdt, hips swaying as he taunts.

"The toy felt nice, but I need you inside me Bertholdt. Please fuck me on the desk, I want it so bad-" It works, the tall male suddenly taking a familiar stance behind him, the dull head of his dick is applying pressure to his hole and then Bertholdt's long length slides into him in one motion. Reiner bites his lip, a satisfied smirk on his face. 

Bertholdt grabs his hips, nails digging into flesh, and then he's impaling Reiner on his cock, fucking him deep. 

Reiner's smirk is gone quick, a whimper stuck in his throat. 

"O-oh! Fuck- ngh!" Reiner's hole makes erotic squelching noises, Bertholdt's thick balls are slapping his thighs, his hips drumming against Reiner's ass. The table objects to the sinful things done on top of it, creaking and scuffing the floor loudly.

"B-bert!" Reiner tries to sit up, but Bertholdt pushes Reiner's upper body back down, raises his hips until his ass is high in the air and he's forced onto his tiptoes, and then the tall male rails his prostate.

Reiner's eyes are wide, mouth wide as drool runs down his chin. He's wailing at this point, being fucked so earnestly and hard. The table rubs his nipples harshly, it almost burns, but the pain rides off the pleasure, amplifying it, and Reiner grips the side of the table, because he needs to hold onto something, everything about this was becoming too much too fast- 

Heat coils into Reiner's gut, and he damn near whimpers out, knees buckling, " 'm gonna cum-" 

Bertholdt pulls out and flips him over in one smooth motion, much to Reiner's distaste. 

A broken plea is all the elder of the two of them could muster before he's taking in all of Bertholdt's cock again, the new position pushing him in deeper, stroking his walls so fucking deliciously, and Reiner's eyes start rolling to the back of his head. 

"H-hm!" Reiner covers his mouth with his fingers, but Bertholdt bends down, eyebrows furrowed and hooded, lust filled eyes scrutinizing him. 

"Why are you covering your mouth, hm?" Bertholdt pants, "Don't you want people to hear how good I make you feel? The thought of someone- everyone in the school walking in on me fucking your brains out doesn't turn you on anymore?" 

"I-i-" Tears make crooked trails down his cheek as Reiner's eyes dart over to the door (presumably still locked). He gives in, letting his voice go, shutting his eyes tight as he moans high and shakingly for Bertholdt.

Bertholdt wipes the tears away with the pad of his thumb, twisting his hips and fucking Reiner's prostate.  "Right there, yeah? You love it when I thrust there?" 

"Y-yes!" Bertholdt keeps thrusting there, much to Reiner's delight. "I-i wanna come Bertl, please let me come-!" 

"You wanna come all over this desk? Defile this classroom even further?" Reiner nods. "Such a filthy boy, begging to be fucked at school. What would you even do if we were caught?" 

"I'd beg for your c-cock more," Reiner says erotically, unashamed. "I'd keep fucking myself on your dick, moaning loud for you in front of them, pleading for you to fill me with your seed-" 

Heat- that's all Bertholdt can call it, heat seeps into his lower stomach, engulfing him as the prospect of exhibitionism- being seen naked and making love to Reiner- turns him on so much. 

He realizes, ever since they first met, Reiner is always showing him new experiences, making him love and live life to the fullest. It's always left Bertholdt overstimulated, mind numb and eyes watery. Reiner stares up at him with bleary eyes, pupils blown, a ring of golden brown around it. He looks so wrecked, fucked out, and Bertholdt is enamored with everything involving this boy. 

He just.. simply loses it when it comes to Reiner, all logic and morale leaving him. He tugs Reiner's erection, once, and Reiner throws his head back, cum splattering onto his own chin. 

He squeezes around Bertholdt- fuck its so tight and slick, Bertholdt's twitching inside, cock growing with the urge.  

"Yo.. you want it, right? You want me to fill you up?" Reiner barely registers his words, still twitching and heaving. 

"Yes.." Reiner whispers, doing his best to squeeze around him, "fill me up with your cum.."

Bertholdt does so, pushing himself in as deep as he can before he's coating his walls in thick spurts, shuddering as Reiner pulses around his cock. 

It takes them a minute to steady their breathing. Bertholdt always gathers his wits first, pulling his softened cock out of Reiner. The younger male picks up the discarded toy and steadily slips the plug back in, making Reiner inexplicably happy. While it might just be a way to avoid mess, he hopes this will lead to a second round when they head home. 

Reiner slowly sits up, back and neck sore, placing a firm hand on Bertholdt's head. The latter was tucking his cock back into his pants as Reiner leans forward and pecks his lips; he's still dealing with the afterglow and can't do much else. "Thank you," His voice is hoarse.

Bertholdt smiles sheepishly- (he's turning back into his overly shy self), murmurs a soft "Anything for you, Reiner." before grabbing a small packet of hand napkins out of his pocket. 

He always make sure he has one, since they get into these type of things a lot. 

He wipes Reiner down the best he can, the blond making a small noise of appreciation, an adoring smile graces his lips, corner of his mouth curled up. 

He's wiping the drying ejaculation off of Reiner's face when he asks, "How did you learn about this room anyway?" 

"Oh," Reiner's practically back to normal now, pulling his forest green shirt over his chest and pulling back on his boxers. "Ymir texted me about it, after I apologized to her and Historia."  

"Oh?" Bertholdt questions.

"Yeah- since Historia was happy, Ymir decided to give me something in return, this classroom. Apparently, she and Historia use one of the other empty ones." Reiner scoffs, zipping back up his jeans. " She said, and I quote, 'Thank me later. There's something ironic about having the place you knock boots in have to do with teaching, since you need to learn to stop molesting Bertholdt in front of people.'" 

Bertholdt finds himself shaking his head, humored by their (Reiner's and Ymir's) sibling-like relationship. 

"I'm not gonna stop being affectionate with you in public though," Reiner walks to the door, unlocking it. He looks back at Bertholdt, an arousing smirk on his face. "If anything, what just happened is going to encourage me further." 

Bertholdt is quiet for a second, face hot. This exhibitionism thing his boyfriend unlocked inside of him is definitely dangerous, but he'd be lying if he didn't want to do something like this again. Reiner gestures outside the door and Bertholdt timidly walks towards him.

I- uhm.." Bertholdt stammers- fuck why is he like this-"I.. like it too, so.." Reiner hums, grabbing Bertholdt's hand, pulsing it twice. 

"I know," Reiner smiles toothly, before kissing Bertholdt's ring and middle finger. 

Bertholdt was in awe, eyes glossy as Reiner pulls them out of the room and into the hallways, hand in hand. 

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Bertholdt practically squeaked when he saw the outfit Reiner laid out on the bed. He looks at the blond, who is standing in front of him, arms folded with a smirk on his face before he glances, only looks for a millisecond at the offending costume. 

It was a school girl fit- if you could even call it that, because it was more revealing than any school girl outfit he's ever seen.

N-not that he's taken the time to look at many, even back when he himself was younger, but that's besides the point.

It was a white halter top and a high waisted red skirt that had a design familiar to flannel (Reiner loves plaid and flannel designs). The top came pre-unbuttoned and without the standard bow. The skirt was way too short to pass any school guidelines. 

"You, uhm," Bertholdt swallows the sand in his throat and fumbles with his glasses. "You actually got it.." 

"Ofcourse I did," Reiner remarks, "I got more than this but I wanted to save those as a surprise. Do you like it?" 

Bertholdt nods, "It's very.. you'll look good," He fumbles with his words, eyes trained to the book in his lap. 

Reiner leans forward, cupping Bertholdt's chin with his hand. He tilts the timid male's head up so that their eyes meet. 

Reiner gives him a doting look, "I love it when you're flustered, but I don't want to mistake it as me forcing you into anything.." 

Bertholdt's eyes widen, "No, no, it's not like that, It's just, uhm.. yknow." Reiner waits. ".. You want to do this for me, but I can't help but get.. flustered at the thought of you wearing a school girl outfit- if anything I thought you would be disgusted." 

"Bear-tl, I know you have good intentions... and.. after trying it on, I can see the appeal." Reiner smiles, leaning closer. "After I looked in the mirror I could see myself pressed against the wall, skirt bunched up and being fucked by you.." 

A twinge of arousal sparks in Bertholdt's spine (of all places) from that statement. "Then I'll be grading you on your performance, Reiner." 

Reiner laughs. "Role-playing, hm?" 

".. Would that be alright?" Bertholdt's anxious expression starts to resurface. Reiner kisses his cheek. 

"More than alright. You already know how good I am at acting." 

".. I hope the only thing you act are the roles.." 

"I dont fake orgasms, Bert." 

"Oh god I hope not." 

They share a chuckle, before Reiner slides off the bed and grabs the outfit. "I'll be right back." 

"Take your time." Reiner saunters into the bathroom, so Bertholdt uses this time to over-think. 

'OH GOD THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING.' Bertholdt takes a deep breath, recollecting himself. Now is not the time to be anxious. Once Reiner steps out of the bathroom, Bertholdt has to assume a dominate role and oh god, he really, really does want this..

Reiner smooths the skirt down with his hands. He sucks in a breath, then lets it go out his nose, the halter top squeezes securely around him as he does so.

He checks himself out in the mirror, getting into provocative poses. The skirt really accentuated his ass, the thigh high stockings (a separate order) clung to his legs. His hands run over his nipples, hard and poking against the halter top. 

Yeah he looks so fucking sexy. He wasn't lying when he said he saw appeal in this- In fact he would definitely cross dress more in the future (not just for sexual reasons too). 

He rubs the neck band, a small smile on his face. He wonders how Bert will react to him wearing the outfit, if he got so flustered by just the sight of it. Although, once the tall male gets into the mood, he can get into a dominate role very quickly.. not like Reiner is supposed to be the one in charge here, since Sir is punishing him for being bad in class. Or maybe its a reward, for being the top scholar? 

The blond never knows exactly what's on Bertholdt's mind, what kinds of dirty things he wants to do to. It took a lot of patience and reassurance to get the anxious male to admit this, but he's sure Bertholdt will leave him a gasping mess tonight. 

With one last look in the mirror, he turns off the bathroom light and walks into the dim bedroom. 

Bertholdt is sitting on the edge of the bed, reading his book. He still has on his black khakis and blue sweater, the sleeves to his white button up shirt he wore underneath was rolled up to his elbows- that subtle observation made Reiner want to tackle him right then and there.

He had on a very concentrated expression, fingers on his temple and lips pursed. Reiner steps closer, diverting his attention and Bertholdt looks up at him, a blush dusting his cheeks but his resolve doesn't waver. 

"Braun," Bertholdt addressing Reiner by his last name makes him swell with arousal, "What are you doing here?" 

"I wanted to speak to you, Sir," His voice is thick with lust, maybe a bit too much, as he approaches Bertholdt. The aforementioned arches an eyebrow. 

"About what?" Reiner's mind scrambles for an answer. Bertholdt notices, and adds, "Grades have already been completed for this semester. You're already passing, so it couldn't possibly be for that, right?"

".. Maybe there's something I could do for special credit?" Reiner places a hand on Bertholdt's shoulder. "I wanna have straight As." 

"Hmm.." Bertholdt hums in thought, "I'm afraid it's too late for that." 

Reiner rubs circles in his shoulder, leaning closer. "C'mon Sir, please? I'll do anything.." 

The book is closed now, fallen to the floor. "Anything, hm?" Bertholdt murmurs, eyes sliding down the outfit. 

"Whatever you want.." Reiner whispers like a secret, voice taunt. "It'll stay between us." 

"Then.." Bertholdt's hand grabs his waist and Reiner contains a moan from that alone. "Show me how much of a good student you are." 

Reiner slides into Bertholdt's lap, (it looked too inviting not to do) bites his lip slightly, before pressing them against Bertholdt's. 

It's a sweet press that turns filthy fast, Bertholdt licking his way into the other's mouth, a flurry of teeth nip at the blonde's bottom lip; it makes Reiner dizzy with want, rubbing his lower body against Bertholdt's languidly.

Reiner's growing hard against Bertholdt's stomach, they both can feel it, so the younger male breaks the kiss, a string of saliva connected them. 

"Lift your skirt." It takes Reiner a second to process the command, but he eventually complies, gripping the hem of the skirt and lifting it. 

His cock is straining against the panties, precum having soaked the lacy undergarment. The sight leaves Bertholdt breathless, Reiner's thick size doing a terrible job at being hidden, his balls practically spilling out. 

"Keep that skirt up," Bertholdt says, his index and middle finger hooking the panties crotch area and pulling it to the side, freeing Reiner's cock. 

It bobs into view, leaking and twitching with anticipation. Thin fingers wrap around the base, then he squeezes, drawing a whimper from Reiner. 

"You like that?" Bertholdt jerks him slowly, wrist limp as he tugs. He watches Reiner nod, a small moan leaving his lips. 

His thumb circles the head, gathering the precum onto that finger. He lifts his hand, pushes his thumb into Reiner's mouth and presses it flat against his tongue, nearing the back of his throat. Reiner looks at him, mouth agape and vocalizing around the digit. 

"Speak when I question you, Braun." He smears Reiner's tongue with his own cum, before pulling out and rubbing his upper lip. "Understand?" 

"Ye-yes Sir," Reiner pants, flushed. "I'm sorry Sir." 

"As I've said before, I'm grading you on performance." Bertholdt unzips his pants, pulling his cock out. "So why don't you show me how talented you are." 

It's not a question, it's a command, a command Reiner scrambles to do, getting onto his knees and eyeing Bertholdt's dick. 

Bertholdt rests his hand on Reiner's cheek, a doting expression on his face. Reiner keeps his gaze on him, licking up the length. A low "hmm" entices Reiner into laying a hot kiss onto the head, tongue swirling around it. 

"Cmon sweetheart.." Bertholdt murmurs. 

Reiner really needs this extra credit, so he hollows out his cheeks, taking Bertholdt's length into his mouth. 

It hits the back of his throat, but he contains the gag, before throating that big cock with vigor, slurping loudly when the head is in his mouth. 

"Yeah, just like that.. good boy." Reiner swells with pride, taking more of his length into his mouth. He groans around Bertholdt, feeling his body aching for the tall male to be inside him already. 

Reiner pulls off with a pop!, saliva and drool slides down his chin. He pants, mouth starting to ache. Bertholdt rubs circles into the corner of his jaw. 

"Was-" Reiner stammers, voice strained "was that good, Sir?" 

"That was amazing. But you know what would be even better?" Reiner looks at him, puzzled.

"Hm?" 

"Won't you ride me like the good boy you are? If you do well enough I'll reward you with more than a good grade." 

Reiner's eyes widen, arousal igniting him. "Yes Sir." His body- and a very certain area- pulses again and he stands, crawling into Bertholdt's lap once more. The taller male leans back so that they're laying on the bed, reaching to the nightstand and grabbing lube. 

Bertholdt pulls him into a kiss, lifting Reiner's hips up enough so that the head of his cock rests on his panties, pressing against his hole. This leaves Reiner borderline whining, breaking the kiss to look back at it. 

Bertholdt's other hand comes back, coated with lube, and his fingers slide into Reiner's panties, circles his rim and presses only a fingernail in. The blond already trying to suck him further in. "P-please!" Reiner begs, impatient. 

Bertholdt thrusts in to the third knuckle. "Like this?" He immediately finds his prostate, and fucks the sensitive muscle.

Stars crackle in Reiner's vision. 

One finger becomes two, stretching and scissoring him open. Reiner's sure he sounds like a horrible porn actress, red face pushed into Bertholdt's neck and hands gripping on his sweater. 

Two fingers become three at some point, but Reiner can barely focus, pushing back onto his hand and muttering 'Sir' over and over again. 

Reiner whines when Bertholdt pulls his fingers out. His breath hitches when he feels his cock press against his hole.  

Reiner grips the sheets, sitting up. Bertholdt watches as that slightly disheveled look falls apart completely, that big, long member finally slides inside of him, and wastes no time fucking himself on it.  

"M-mh!" Reiner moans through tight lips, eyes rolling to the back of his head. Bertholdt halts his movement, hands on Reiner's hips. 

"Hey, hey, slow down." 

"I wanna do good, Sir," Reiner gazes down into his eyes. Bertholdt sucks his teeth.

"If you hurt yourself, this won't be good for either of us," Reiner sighs, then lays on the pouty face. 

"I can take it. I've done my homework." Reiner lifts Bertholdt's hands, the taller male more focused on his word choice at the moment. 

"'Homework?'" Reiner rolls his hips slowly, biting his lip.

"Yes, Sir. Every night.." The blond runs his hands on Bertholdt's shoulders, hooking them around his neck. "I ride a vibrator, wishing it was you, pounding my boy pussy." 

The taller male's jaw hinges open, so Reiner leans forward and licks sinfully into his mouth. It takes a moment, but Bertholdt falls back into the play, hands running down Reiner's hairy thighs and running into his panties. He becomes more vocal as time goes on, setting a fast paced rhythm as he bounces.

Bertholdt watches his cock tent the skirt, how delicious his untouched nipples look behind his halter top.

"S-sir you're so big- I," Reiner loses momentum, head lolling to the side as he breathes heavily. "So much bigger..." Bertholdt grabs his hips and pistons his own hips up, slamming Reiner onto his cock. Reiner's eyes snap open at the sudden movement, a moan already tumbling from his throat. 

He puts his hands on Bertholdt's lower stomach and continues bouncing. "S-so good! It feels so good!" 

"Yeah?" Reiner nods, whimpering, arms giving out on him and he lays on top of Bertholdt again, allowing the younger male to take full control, hitting his prostate with every thrust. 

"There- right there, don't stop there please please please-" Tears blur his vision, crying shamelessly into Bertholdt's sweater. He humps himself on Bertholdt, nearing release. He wraps his arms around Bertholdt's head and presses his chest into the brunette's face. "I'm so close, don't stop Sir, I wanna cum so fucking bad-" 

"Listen to you. Look at how fucked out you are. Crying and begging so shamelessly. Do you want someone to hear how much of a slut you are for a grade? That IQ of yours goes to shit when you feel cock." Bertholdt's incisors nip Reiner's nipple and that sends him into an orgasm, crying out Bertholdt's name and shaking with his release.

"R-Reiner!" His walls clench tight around Bertholdt, his thrusts falter and then he's cumming inside of Reiner, hips stuttering. 

He continues to grind inside throughout his orgasm, pulling out once he's limp and they both take a few minutes to recollect themselves. 

"What.. did you think..?" Reiner breaths out after collecting himself. Bertholdt gulps, a little smile on his face.

"A+" 

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'He will like it... right?'

Reiner's reflection follows him as he paces in front of his bathroom mirror. He fixes the bunny ears that were beginning to fall off his head. 

'Maybe the ears were a bit much...' Reiner touches the rough stubble on his face. 'Maybe I should shave it off.' 

A lot of uncertainty and self doubt plagued Reiner while putting on the outfit. It still didn't stop him from doing so, because he's sure his husband will like it. 

A lacy black collar adorned his thick neck, doubling as a neck strap connecting to the body suit that cupped his (large) muscular pecs that his husband loves to touch so much.

The top fit perfectly, the overhead light snuffling out under his rippling abs. His underwear was just black lacy panties with a bunny logo printed in the center, and his happy trail on display. His length was half hard, the crotch area of the suit gripping him so tightly. His large thighs were compacted into fishnet stockings. He caresses his legs, biting his lip at how well the outfit accentuated his curves and at how bad the underwear did at covering his ass.

His bonus order probably didn't help, though, as he squeezes around the butt plug he impulsively added to his order, the only other part of his outfit besides the headband that had any thing to do with bunnies. The plug's end had a cottontail attached, the fluffy thing rubbing against his cheeks. He didn't want to rip a hole in the panties, so it's pulled over to one side. A huge oversight on his part, he knows, but he didn't want to opt for a thong. 

Anyways, Reiner will admit he looks.. a bit appealing. He crosses his arms under his budding chest, wedding ring glinting off of the bathroom's light. His eyebrows furrow as he looks down at the sacred band on his ring finger. 

'He'll like this. I'm sure of it. I know he will.'

His stomach fucking drops at the sound of his phone chiming from the bedside table. 

He runs to the phone, seeing a familiar contact say he'll be arriving home. 'Bertholdt will be here soon..' 

Reiner practically stampedes through the room, grabbing a large clean towel for the future mess and laying it out on the bed. Reiner's thoughts race a mile a second. 'Should I put out wine? Candles? ... Maybe I should've shaved my legs.'

Taking a shower, putting on the damn outfit, and preparing himself for the plug took longer than he thought it would. 

He takes a deep breath and sits down on the corner of the mattress (the cottontail butt plug creating difficulty). Keep it simple, keep it simple..

While still waiting for his husband to return home, he realizes he forgot something. 

'Fuck!' He starts rooting through the nightstand for a bottle of lube. Dumping out the contents of the drawer he concludes that the much needed product isn't there. He can hear the roar of a car engine cutting off as he haphazardly throws everything back into the drawer and shoves it close. 

He hears the front door opening and Bertholdt's familiar call saying he's home. 

Reiner is back in the bathroom by now, shutting the door behind him. Nerves are getting the better of him as Bertholdt enters the room. 

The tall male muses over the fact a large towel was placed on the bed and the fact his husband was nowhere in sight. He swiftly walks towards the bathroom and raps (knocks) on the door. 

"Rei? You in there?" 

Reiner hesitates at replying, pressed against the door as he regrets the decision to put on this stupid outfit in an attempt to surprise the man he loved when he didn't even have lube. 

".. Yeah. Yeah I'm in here Bert." 

"Everything alright?" 

".. No." The muscular male says, throat tight. 

Bertholdt's eyebrows furrow. He recognizes that tone, used when Reiner's self-esteem was lowest of the low and he felt very small and useless. 

"I'll give you a moment." Bertholdt notices some of the contents inside their bedroom drawers are scattered on the floor, so he takes off his coat and cleans up a little. 

Reiner can hear Bertholdt footsteps examine the room, collecting the clues of his plight. He hugs himself, disappointment tugging him under.

He twitches when Bertholdt knocks at the door. 

"Can I come in?" His voice is soft and alluring, like he's convincing a spooked animal to trust him. 

Reiner bites his lip and shifts in stance. He slowly turns the knob and opens the door, allowing Bertholdt to peek in and get a look at him. 

The older male keeps his eyes lowered, hearing the soft elated gasp come from his partner. 

"Rei.." Reiner almost melts at the adoration in Bertholdt's voice. "Is this for me?" 

"Sur.. surprise." Bertholdt steps towards him, hands taking a very familiar position on the smaller male's hips. "This was supposed to be a, I, I meant for this to start off perfect but.." Reiner plays with the ring on his finger as Bertholdt lowers his head, "I couldn't find any lube-" 

"Hmm." Bertholdt kisses Reiner's ear. "Did you check the wardrobe drawer? I bought a new bottle a few days ago, remember?" 

Reiner groans at his own denseness. How could he have forgotten that? 

"I.. I'm sorry. " He looks up at Bertholdt. There he goes apologizing for things again. "I'm not good under pressure and I wanted everything to go right, I forgot-" 

"Honey, it's fine," Bertholdt dismisses it, laying a kiss on his forehead. "It happens, yeah? You had a lot going on, seeing as how you got yourself all pretty for me..

"How about we go into the bedroom so that I can see you better?" Reiner's knocked breathless as he allows the younger male to lead him to bed. 

"Mmn!" Reiner exclaims as Bertholdt shoves his tongue down his throat. The shorter male's arms are immediately over his head, resting on the bed's headboard, allowing Bertholdt to take full control. 

And Bertholdt delivers on that, one hand cupping his husband's sharp jawline, craning his head into a perfect position. His other hand finds purchase near Reiner's obliques, pushing their upper bodies together. It puts the blonde male's back into a delicious arch, making their hips jut and rut against each others. 

Bertholdt twitches as Reiner sucks on his tongue, gnaws at his lower lip. He pulls away, allowing the other male to catch his breath. Bertholdt peppers kisses on his jaw. 

He gazes down at the sleek black collar around Reiner's neck and he quietly implores for the male to take it off.

Reiner hastily does so as Bertholdt frees himself from his sweater, then rolling up his shirt's sleeves. Those eyes analyzed him so thoroughly that it felt like Reiner was see through. He could feel him concentrating on how his Adam's apple moved when he gulped, how flushed he was down to his collarbone, his nipples doing a poor job hiding behind the loosened top to his suit. 

"Bertholdt.." Golden eyes can't meet Bertholdt's sharp blue ones, "You're staring a lot.." 

"Sorry. I can't help it." The soothing voice was strained, the lankier male's attention now directed at how horrible of a job the top to Reiner's sexy outfit was doing.

Bertholdt pinches a rosy bud, making Reiner squeeze his eyes shut, a whimper leaving his lips. Lips suck on a vein running down that muscular neck, licking up sweat and adorning him with a new collar: hickies ranging in size in a curve around his throat. 

Teeth replace where fingers were and now he's lapping and nipping (carefully) at Reiner's chest and nipples like he was starved and the muscular male's breasts were breakfast, lunch, dinner and a dessert. 

Reiner mewls here and there, keeping his voice low until Bertholdt tugs at his clothed erection and the blond can't help but cry out at his neglected member being touched. 

Bertholdt is attuned to what he needs- especially on nights like this, so he slides down (legs off the bed, sitting on his knees on the floor), hands resting on Reiner's hips. Reiner's legs open on its own accord, cock straining against the black fabric. 

Long tan fingers tugs his erection out, gripping the base, pausing to look at the older male.  

"What do you want me to do Honey?" Reiner bites his lip, diverting his gaze. 

"I.." 'want your mouth on me', is what he wants to say.

"Hmm? Use your words, Rei." Bertholdt grips Reiner harder and a low groan is elicited from the male. 

"Bert.." 

"You want me to suck your cock, right?" Bertholdt blows a cool breeze of breath on the head, "You want me to slurp and suck on it until you blow your load down my throat?" 

"Want me to milk this thick cock for all its worth, right?" Reiner shuts his watering eyes. Pre-cum drips down Bertholdt's hand, dirty words being enough to turn Reiner into a sweaty mess. 

".. Please suck my.. my cock," Reiner struggles through the profanity of it.

Bertholdt groans, low and deep, muttering "Good boy," before he takes all of Reiner's cock into his mouth, the tip hitting the back of his throat and blond tufts of hair tickling his nose. 

Reiner all but howls, back curling and eyes blow wide as Bertholdt sucks him feverishly, licking up all the fluids that pour from the tip like he was dehydrated and this is the only thing that would quench his thirst. 

He's so close, big hands gripping Bertholdt's short black hair, biting his lip as he nears release.

He can feel Bertholdt choke, caught off-guard, but he immediately gathers composure, hollowing his cheeks and then his tongue plays with the hole and oh fuck Reiner can't stop himself from coming down his throat. 

Bertholdt sucks him through the orgasm, then pulls off with a lewd pop!, licking his member clean. 

"T-thank you.." Reiner pants, voice wrecked from that alone. Bertholdt gives him time, admiring the outfit.

"When did you get this?" Bertholdt drags his fingers across the outfit, down the dips of his exposed stomach, tracing the diamond pattern on the stockings, committing them to memory. "It looks so good on you." 

He murmurs more praises and Reiner almost wants to cover his face from how red he is.

"Uhm, thank you.." Reiner whispers, closing his eyes. He's so happy, overwhelmed from praise and that orgasm, if his cottontail was real he's sure it would be wagging right now. He opens his legs absent-mindedly when Bertholdt's hands trail down his inner thigh and then a dull click! of fingernail hitting something hard. 

Speaking of cottontail.

Bertholdt's eyebrows shoot up. "Surprise," Reiner exhales, eyes fluttering open. The cottontail jostles into view when Bertholdt lifts his legs. He can even see the base of the plug that Reiner squeezes around. Its black, matching the lingerie and it takes everything in Bertholdt not to come right then and there. 

"Oh," Bertholdt mumbles, voice deep with lust. "You even stretched yourself out for me.." 

Bertholdt plays with the tail, grabbing the plug by the cotton and pushing it in, nudging Reiner's prostate and pulling back out, watching his rim stretch around the toy. 

Reiner mewls, biting down on his lip. This is borderline torture, but he wants Bertholdt to have his fun- after all he would never do anything to harm the Blond. 

The plug is pulled out completely; Reiner whimpers at the loss, but then Bertholdt shushes him, getting up to grab the lube. 

He comes back to bed, opening the bottle. He heavily coats his fingers in the substance, towering over Reiner. 

"On your stomach, please." Reiner scrambles to fulfill the request, pressing his face into the pillow and raising his ass high. 

A warm hand pulls his panties to the side as his other circles Reiner's rim, lubricating it. He presses two fingers in, spreading him wider and deeper than the plug could.  

"A-ah!" Reiner cries out, gripping the pillow as Bertholdt rubs his prostate with vigor, adding in one more finger. 

"Good?" 

"Really good.." Reiner confirms, craning his neck. "Bert.." 

Bertholdt wordlessly obeys, pressing his lips against Reiner's. In a flurry of sweet nips and quick kisses, The tall male pulls his fingers out. They separate so that Bertholdt can tug off his jeans then coat his dick in lube. 

Reiner can feel the dull press against his hole, rimming it with the head. Reiner stays pliant, quietly reaching back to grab his lingerie and his ass cheek, pulling them to the side so that Bertholdt can see his pulsing better. 

Reiner's eyes roll to the back of his head when Bertholdt finally slides inside, pressing all the way in. 

"So tight.." Bertholdt moans, "You feel so good.." 

He steadies Reiner's hips as he snaps forward, setting a fast pace. Reiner plants his face into the pillow, mewls muffled into it. Bertholdt watches his shoulder blades tense up, runs his fingers down his spine, gazes at how his ass bounces against his pelvis, making the arousing sounds he loves so much. 

Speaking of arousing sounds, Bertholdt grabs a fistful of Reiner's hair. He pulls him out of the pillow, the blond makes a noise out of surprise- they both know he can't hold back sometimes-.

Reiner is a bit of a screamer. 

"I wanna hear you," Bertholdt implores, pointer and middle finger on Reiner's adam's apple. 

"Hh," Reiner closes his eyes, blush deepening as he moans softly. "A-ah.." 

"Let your voice go," His head is tilted back further, eyes widening when Bertholdt's fingers are in his mouth, resting on his tongue. Reiner's eyebrows are drawn tight, a desperate look on his face as he gives in and raises his voice. 

That beautiful voice emits such sexy sounds, Bertholdt croons back, whispering, "Never hold back your voice Rei, you sound so sexy- ah.. let the neighbors hear how much you love to be filled with my cock, hear my appreciation for such an erotic surprise.." 

Those bunny ears rub against Bertholdt's face as Reiner looks up at him, tongue lolling out of his mouth and licking the younger male's fingers. 

"Breed me..!" This simple request is almost incoherent, the 'r' a slurring 'w'. "F-fuck me.. please- make me scream-... I wan' your babies--" 

Reiner grips the covers when Bertholdt sets a brutal pace, crying out every time that long length stroke his prostate. 

"L-like that?" Bertholdt entreats, gripping Reiner's hips so hard he might bruise. He moves Reiner onto his cock like an automated machine, balls slapping against the muscular male's ass hard enough to leave blemishes on the creamy white skin, the bed thumping against the wall in protest. His bunny ears are holding onto his head for dear fucking life. 

Reiner nods frantically, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. He's so fucking vocal now, voice shaking as he tries to enunciate his approval, albeit failing to do so. 

They'll definitely get complaints, but that's the farthest thing from Bertholdt's mind, his only goal is to make Reiner fucked out numb tonight. 

Reiner wants to enunciate his pleasure, but he can't concentrate on much anymore, he just hopes Bertholdt can feel it, sucking on the taller male's fingers with vigor and clenching around his length.

Bertholdt can feel it- fuck- his thrusts grow sloppy, with 1, 2 seconds in between.

Bertholdt stops before he nears his orgasm. His hands are on Reiner's pectorals, playing with his nipples, then he pushes the blond against his chest, sitting up. 

Reiner is in his lap now, Bertholdt's cock pressing deeper in him at the new position- holy fuck he can see stars in his vision, head raised to the ceiling. He lets out such an embarrassing moan- oh god it sounded like a reverberated voice crack- if Reiner had even half his wits he'd die right there on sight, but Bertholdt has him feeling like a bitch on heat, his bunny ears finally loosing their battle, falling off his head and onto the bed.

"So cute," Bertholdt croons, definitely referring to that ungodly sound Reiner made. He raises Reiner, then drops him onto his cock. Fat tears leaks down Reiner's face, craning his head to look back at the younger male. 

"Bert" Reiner chokes out his husband's name, pressing his forehead into Bertholdt's cheek, " 'm close- please-" 

"M-me too.." Bertholdt wraps his fingers around Reiner's thick cock, matching his strokes with his thrusting.

"I want it... fill me with kits..-" Bertholdt pumps Reiner 1, 2, 3, 4 times- swipes his finger over the precum beading the tip; fuck, Reiner's eyes roll to the back of his head, dangling off the fucking edge, he's so desperate, Bertholdt let him go-

The stars burst under Reiner's eyelids, jerking forward as he cums, crying out. He shakes as Bertholdt empties out inside of him, grinding against him.

Bertholdt milks their orgasms for as long he can, before succumbing to fatigue. Reiner opens his cloudy eyes, the last of his tears freeing themselves. He cranes his neck, looking up at Bertholdt, the latter looking down at him.

Their tongues meet first, licking further in, teeth clicking against each others. They're still riding the high, so the kiss is expected to be messy, but that's fine, Reiner keens into it, Bertholdt tasting every corner of his mouth and lapping up the saliva that began to trail down his lips. 

Bertholdt's the one to pull back, pressing his lips against Reiner's forehead. "That was amazing.. please never hesitate to surprise me again." 

Reiner exhales a chuckle, "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he croaks out, voice wrecked. Bertholdt slides out of him, then picks him up with a grunt. Shower time. 

"Ah," Bertholdt runs his eyes down over the tattered lingerie, disheartened. "I should've been more careful.. I don't think you'll be able to wear this again." 

"Hm," Reiner gazes at the abandoned bunny ears, before snuggling against Bertholdt's neck. "Worth it." 

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It's late. Bertholdt isn't sure how late, but he doesn't want to reach over for his phone and disturb Reiner to check, either. It's pitch black in their bedroom, though, the moonlight provided through the window dimmed by the curtains.

He's staring at the ceiling, blinking his drowsy conscious to full alert. Yeah, he's awake for good as he recollects that dream, contemplating the sudden sexual fantasy. 

Reiner.. sitting on his face, grinding on his tongue, gripping his hair in his hand as his back arches, cumming from just Bertholdt's tongue inside him- 

'Okay, that's hot,' Bertholdt comes to terms with it, heat seeping into his core. He doesn't think he'll be able to go back to sleep after this. Bertholdt bites the inside of his mouth as he tries to come up with ways of bringing this up with Reiner sometime in the future. The lamp on their nightstand turns on.

"Bertholdt?" Said male turns toward his name. Reiner is peering up at him, still laying down but obviously shifted in position, having been the one to turn on the light.

"Oh," The taller male almost squeaks out, "Still awake?" Bertholdt whispers as if anyone else was in their room. 

"Yeah," Reiner whispers back, rubbing his eyes. That was a bit of a lie though- he was asleep, with Bertholdt's body pressed against him and his legs wrapped haphazardly like a snake around Reiner's hips but he was jostled awake when Bertholdt suddenly pushed himself away from him. "Can we cuddle?" 

Bertholdt's complies, a wide smile on his face. Reiner flashes a remnant of that toothy smile he always used to do back when they were young, sliding in between Bertholdt's legs. 

Large hands are splayed out on Bertholdt's chest, face hiding in the crook of his neck. Bertholdt rests his chin on sandy blond hair, humming contently. 

Reiner looks up after a moment, then reaches his hand up to cup Bertholdt's face. His fingers curl around Bertholdt's neck, making a light noise of surprise rumble in the lankier male's throat when their lips connect. 

Reiner sits up straighter, pressing further into the kiss, other hand reaching up and caressing the corner of Bertholdt's cheek. When his tongue pokes at Reiner's lips, the blond opens his eyes, stopping the kiss before it got too heated. Bertholdt has that look on his face. Reiner presses his fingers on the tall male's lips. 

"What are you thinking about?" Bertholdt sheepishly smiles, his hand resting on Reiner's ass. 

"I, uhm, want to try something new." 

"Like what?" Bertholdt glances away, pink dusting his face. His smile wavers, so Reiner bumps their noses together, pecking him on the lips.

Bertholdt places a thumb on Reiner's bottom lip, slides it down, starts caressing the blonde stubble that began to grow back on his chin. 

"I uhm.." Reiner waits patiently, then a small noise is drawn from his throat as Bertholdt's other hand began to fondle his ass more noticeably. 

"I want you to sit on my face.." Reiner is surprised, Bertholdt can see it from the corner of vision, "Squeezing my head with your thighs and riding my mouth until you cum." 

He got more descriptive than he originally intended but neither of them point it out. Reiner goes quiet, scanning his husband's features, mouth open in a slightly shocked manner. When it gets too quiet, a cold sweat breaks out on Bertholdt's face, and he turns to him to apologize. 

"But.. I'd be heavy, wouldn't I?" Reiner murmurs. Bertholdt's mouth closes, teeth making an audible click. His pursed lips were spread into a wide, affectionate grin. 

It's true Reiner has gained weight since he's been with Bertholdt, going from 180lb to 202lb (about 82kg to 92kg). In the blond male's defense, he could never turn down a meal Bertholdt put in front of him. Because of this, he grew large thighs, a plump ass, and a soft stomach.  

He was still incredibly muscular, but the fat clung to him in a way Bertholdt always compliments shamelessly, followed by Reiner getting flustered and an impromptu romp.

Bertholdt hums, "I can handle it." 

"I wouldn't want to suffocate you.." 

"I want you to suffocate me, " Bertholdt says shamelessly. "I want you to ride my face like you're 10 minutes late for an appointment and your car broke down so you have to take a tricycle." 

"I want you on my face like you're a mask in 2021 and I urgently need to get to the store." 

"Ride my tongue like you're trying to get a speed ticke-" Reiner places his hands over Bertholdt's mouth, too flustered to hear more of his outlandish similes. 

".. You've been thinking those up all day haven't you?" Bertholdt smiles timidly. 

"More like in the last 5 minutes, yeah." 

".. Will you tell me when it's too much and you can't breathe?" 

"I'll tap your thigh 3 times." 

"Can I.. take a few minutes to prepare in the bathroom?" Bertholdt's love for this man grew impossibly bigger at how willing he was to do this. 

"You just took a shower." 

"Still.."

Bertholdt buries his nose in the crook of Reiner's neck, smelling his scent and licking at the area where his collarbone and neck meet, making his point clear without words. 

Reiner shudders, because Bertholdt knows that's a sensitive spot for him, a blush peppering his cheeks as he pulls away. 

Bertholdt complies, and Reiner shuffles off the bed, walking towards their bathroom and giving one last, seductive side eye at Bertholdt before closing the door behind him. 

Bertholdt's heart starts racing while he's alone, 'Oh god this is actually happening-' and he leans over to the nightstand, grabbing a hand towel. He gets up to grab water bottles (he knows this will be necessary), and ponders on the thought of incorporating toys into their soon to be rendezvous. 

He decides, no, too much for now. Maybe in the near future (hint hint) if Reiner is up for it. 

Speaking of which, the shuffling in the bathroom has now stopped, and Bertholdt has enough time to sit on the corner of the bed, (shirt off) and turns towards the bathroom door as Reiner is pulling it open, the lamp light bringing him into view. 

Reiner's only in boxers and a long T-shirt (presumably Bertholdt's, since it's a dark blue color) which went all the way down to his thighs, accentuating his hips and chest. He looks refreshed and a bit nervous, holding his elbow with his other hand. Both Bertholdt and his cock rises to attention. 

"Oh.." Bertholdt walks towards Reiner, placing his hands on his chin. "Reiner you look.. so sexy." 

"It's literally a shirt and boxers, Bertl." But Reiner is smiling anyways, already keening at the praise. 

"You could've came out the bathroom in a garbage bag and I'd still think you were attractive." 

"Heh-." He peeks up at Bertholdt, "So.. uhm, how do we.." 

Bertholdt looks at him fondly, "Let's start slow," He says before kissing Reiner softly. A soft exhale leaves Reiner's lips, accepting the kiss graciously. 

Eyes flutter close as Bertholdt's thumb rub slow circles behind Reiner's ear. It calms him down, jaw going slack as Bertholdt's tongue slips through his lips and presses in. It licks with intent, engaging Reiner's tongue into a timid waltz.

Reiner moans, mind hazy. He doesn't even realize they're back in bed, him in Bertholdt's lap. It's not unexpected, since Bertholdt was always an incredible kisser, always making Reiner dizzy with want and loosing grip on his surroundings.

Bertholdt breaks the kiss, peppering Reiner's neck with his lips, grazing over his collarbone. He sucks on that sensitive area, making the blond keen. 

"O-oh," Reiner shakes, voice faltering. He rakes his hands through Bertholdt's hair, not sure what to do with himself. "Bert.." 

Said male ceases after a while, admiring the blemish on Reiner's neck. Bertholdt kisses his forehead, caressing the stubble on Reiner's chin with his fingers. "Lay down." 

Reiner's head rests comfortably on their many pillows as Bertholdt tugs off his boxers, eyeing his half-hard cock. He flings the boxers to who knows where, warm breath turning near icy cold as it fans Reiner's length.

A breathy hum leaves Reiner as Bertholdt's tongue presses against the base of his cock. He licks upwards, swirls around the tip, then parts his lips and pushes the length into his mouth. 

Reiner holds onto the pillows near his head when Bertholdt bottoms out, the tall male's nose nestled against his pubic hair. 

Bertholdt's hands are placed on Reiner's thighs as he unhinges his jaw and circles the Blonde's length with that godly tongue. Bertholdt bobs, moaning as it pulsates near the back of his throat, only pausing to slurp on it with his tongue. It's so warm and wet around Reiner's sensitive foreskin, driving the muscular male crazy with want. 

He bites his bottom lip when Bertholdt's lips are suckling on the head, then the brunette pulls off with a pop! of his lips. 

"I can't wait for my tongue to be inside you." 

Reiner all but whimpers at those words, the thought becoming more arousing than it should. Bertholdt licks at the seam of his balls, then he spreads Reiner's thighs wider and Reiner stops him from going any further down.

"Wait, I.." How the fuck is he supposed to ask Bertholdt this, he's dying from embarrassment just trying to get out the words. "I want to do what you said before-" 

He referring to the vulgar description Bertholdt proposed when confessing, "And I- uhm also want to suck you off.." 

"Yknow, during," He adds quickly. 

Reiner's blushing hard, repressing the urge to hide his face with a pillow. Bertholdt's breath halts, but then he gathers his wits again, sitting up, "O-okay!" He looms over Reiner, soothing his embarrassment with his own eagerness and a quick kiss on the nose, "Yeah let's do that!" 

Bertholdt crawls next to him, laying on his back. He fumbles with taking off his shorts, opting Reiner to help, pulling down his underwear as well in one smooth motion. Bertholdt's cock springs to attention, hard and angry red, pulsing in the cool temperature of their room. 

Bertholdt's dick never disappoints, making Reiner borderline drool from just the sight of it. 

With a bit of encouragement, Reiner mounts Bertholdt's chest, allowing the male under him to pull his ass towards his face. 

Reiner's lower stomach is fluttering with jittery butterflies, keeping his eyes glued to Bertholdt's mid section. 

Reiner keens when Bertholdt spread his cheeks wider, getting a full view of his twitching hole. He lightly slides his nails down Bertholdt's lower abs, whimpering when Bertholdt blows cool air onto his puckered hole.

"I love you so much, Rei." Bertholdt watches his hole pulse, pink and wary. "Thank you for letting me do this." 

Bertholdt closes the gap, his tongue flat on the tight ring of muscle as he curls the wet muscle against it.

"Oo-oh-!" Reiner exclaims, lowering his shaky upper body. His eyes almost roll to the back of his head, but Bertholdt's ignored cock stands, infuriated, and with a whimper of Bertholdt's name on his lips, Reiner slides the tip pasts them, suckling on the head. 

Reiner works over Bertholdt's cock intently, holding it with two hands, licking and kissing the length to his best ability. He can barely focus, Bertholdt's tongue is pushing against his hole and teeth nip at the sensitive area. 

An access of saliva is applied to Reiner's hole, and then Bertholdt's ring finger slips in to the second knuckle, curling along Reiner's walls. Reiner keens, hands shaking, and then that finger pushes deeper in till the third knuckle, rubbing his prostate, but- oh fuck a second finger manages to get inside, and tears prick Reiner's eyes at this point, raising his upper body and pressing back onto Bertholdt's face. 

Bertholdt's fingers scissor him, then his tongue is wriggling into him. Oh god, sparks dance in the back of his head, eyes wide and trembling, voice an octave higher, "Awn, B-bertholdt- oh my- Bert!" 

He pushes all his weight onto Bertholdt's jaw, wanting that tongue inside more- "Deeper, m-more-!" 

Bertholdt slurps obscenely, tongue hot, wet, abusing his walls and sending Reiner into a desperate state. Reiner bites his lip, eyebrows furrowed in unadulterated pleasure. His cock leaks onto Bertholdt's chest, eyes rolling to the back of his head as Bertholdt's fingers tap against his thigh.. 

Wait-

Reiner lifts himself off Bertholdt's face, and the brunet gasps, face red from lack of oxygen. Reiner chokes out an apology, "Bert, oh god, I'm so sorry!" 

"I would've died the happiest man in the world, I think," Bertholdt kisses his ass cheek. An adrenaline-induced sigh racks Reiner's form, and he turns into putty in Bertholdt's hands again. 

He watches Reiner's ass hole twitch as he pulls his hole open with his fingers, "I'll fuck you unconscious with my tongue, Rei." Bertholdt promises, kissing again before lolling his tongue out, and wiggling into his sensitive walls once more. 

Reiner cries out, lowering his shaky upper body once more. His mouth is wide, drooling onto Bertholdt's cock as he takes it into his mouth desperately, vocalizing around it in tandem with his deep-throating. 

That tongue licks and laps deeper- further into him, then Bertholdt's fingers slide in, fucking his insides with vigor and Reiner moans around the twitching cock down his throat, clumsily slurping and fondling Bertholdt's testicles with his hands. 

'More, more, more' Reiner chants desperately in his head, wiggling his hips onto Bertholdt's face. 

Bertholdt can hear him loud and clear, speeding up his assault, his jaw is on fire and his tongue aches but he doesn't stop, the sinful squelching and slurping ringing in Reiner's ears, driving him crazy, teeth bumping against Bertholdt's length, but it only drives the brunet closer to the edge, struggling to keep his hips pliant and allowing Reiner to fuck onto his cock with his throat, moaning loud, pleading- 

Long fingers stroke Reiner's prostate head-on and it's too much for him after that, whimpering into a toe-curling orgasm, eyes rolling to the back of his head. Thick ropes of white coat Bertholdt's chest as quick spurts shoot down Reiner's throat. 

Head dizzy and light, heartbeat loud in his ears, Reiner sucks Bertholdt's cum, then gulps, heaving for breath and afterwards, licking his lips. 

Bertholdt rolls him onto the bed, grabbing the hand towel and wiping Reiner's sweat soaked forehead, then wiping the cum off his chest. 

Ignoring his own dry mouth, (and sore jaw) he uncaps a bottle of water, an entreating hum leaving his lips to encourage Reiner into tilting his head to allow the liquid to pour into his mouth. 

Reiner graciously accepts, gulping down 3/4s of the bottle. Bertholdt smiles softly, pulling the bottle from his lips as the older male lets out a satisfied hum, allowing the tall male to wipe away the stream of water trailing down his chin. Bertholdt leans down for a kiss. 

"Let's go brush our teeth first," Reiner presses his fingers up to Bertholdt lips. The tall male is subdued quickly, sulking as he goes into the bathroom to does as he was told. 

They comes back in to bed 4 minutes later, getting under the covers. They cuddle, Reiner pressed against Bertholdt's front as their breaths slow and they're lulled to sleep. Bertholdt is half awake when Reiner whispers, 

"Bertl?" 

"Yeah, Rei-bear?" 

"Can we.." Reiner's face is pressed against Bertholdt's collarbone. "Do that.. again, sometime?" 

Bertholdt's cock gives an half-hearted twitch at those words. He entangles his long legs with Reiner's, raking his fingers through short hair, his motions a promise of future experimenting ahead.

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"Berty, look at me." Bertholdt's fingers are pressed against his face, eyes shut tight. He's burning up, disheveled, and Reiner is captivated by it, with how he got the brunette to this state. "Can I please see your face?" 

Bertholdt bites his lip, but abides, peeling his fingers off his red face and looking down at Reiner, bashful and embarrassed, but so turned on.

"Good." Reiner smiles, approval dripping off his voice, "Now keep your eyes on me." 

Reiner slides a hand under Bertholdt's shirt, blunt nails skimming over his pelvis, his abs, leaving goosebumps in his wake. Bertholdt is knocked breathless, his eyes can't help but follow the rough outline of Reiner's hand under his shirt, but then he chokes on a moan when the blonde flicks a nipple. 

His cock twitches inside of Reiner, the shorter male humming at the feeling. "Mm fuck, Bertl.." He rolls his hips half-heartedly. 

Bertholdt whimpers when Reiner rubs his nipples once more, but then he grasps them, twisting them like knobs in between his thumb and pointer finger and it sends the tall male into hysterics. 

Bertholdt can't stand the idea of Reiner seeing him so ugly, but he continues doing as he was told to do, holding eye contact with the blond. 

Blue eyes focus on Bronze, he can't stare at his expression for too long, the cocky tilt in his eyebrows, the glint of his canine biting into his lower lip- 

Reiner leans forward, grinning as he snaps his hips. Bertholdt's gasping, lips twitching as Reiner gyrates on his cock, ass drumming against Bertholdt's legs. It's wet, precum sticky against their skin as he drips heavily onto Bertholdt's stomach. 

Bertholdt's throat is tight, squeaking out a moan, So close, oh my god- Reiner watches as his eyes dare to roll back, tears rolling down his face, then right before Bertholdt could cum, he lifts his body, disconnecting them. 

It's a searing, deep burn, the flame of his orgasm being denied for the fourth time tonight engulfs his lower stomach. He spasms, orgasming but he doesn't cum, it was a dry orgasm that sent him keening, body in an arch that Reiner straightens out with a press to the brunette's filthy stomach, then he's rubbing Bertholdt's cock against his hole, humming as it slid inside to the hilt. 

Reiner is lackadaisical with his movements, hips rotating just enough to drag deliciously against his walls, eyes fluttering at the feeling. He relishes in that long length skimming over his prostate, nearly giving into temptation and abusing that spot. 

He can't indulge in himself yet though, not when Bertholdt is so into being used like this, wound up, desperate for an actual orgasm but stays pliant and submissive- not because he's forced to (the couple knows their safe words like the back of their hands and they will be used if needed), but because he loves it. 

"You're twitching like mad inside of me.." Reiner states the obvious, stroking himself to hardness. "Eyes back on me, Sweetheart." 

Bertholdt digs his hands into the furniture under them, he lifts his eyes from where they're connected and sets them on his face. Reiner licks his lips- the brunette watches the movement with longing. Then Reiner squeezes around Bertholdt's cock, twisting the latter's nipples through his shirt. 

"Hhe-!" Reiner softens (his facial features, not his dick) at the noise. Bertholdt's hands scramble onto his face, fingers intruding his mouth. Oh my God what was that sound.

"Oh." Reiner tilts his head, voice heavy and brooding. Bertholdt sobs at his tone, knowing he messed up. 

"Imsosorry," Bertholdt's voice is high and rough, he sounds so pathetic. "I'm so sorry Sir, f-forgive me please-" 

He's mumbling apologies as he forces his own hands away from his mouth, then Reiner grasps them, interlocking their fingers and pinning them besides the taller male's head. 

"It was just too much, yeah? I've been delaying your orgasm so many times and teasing you by warming your cock for so long, and you've been nothing but good for me," Reiner murmurs, laying a hot kiss on Bertholdt's neck. 

His lips travel up, ghosting Bertholdt's jaw, then Reiner nibbles on his upper lip, "Open your mouth," he whispers. 

Bertholdt opens his mouth wider, his own tongue reaching out, but contact is scarce, since Reiner pulls away.

Reiner grins, watching Bertholdt flush. It sure is a sight, his jaw unhinged, the tip of his tongue resting on his lips, the inside of his mouth exposed. He wasn't told to close his mouth, so he stays like that, whimpering. 

A small chuckle fans Bertholdt's face as Reiner leans in once more, pressing his lips against Bertholdt's and his tongue skates the taller male's teeth, bumping over his canine, smoothing over his molars then licking Bertholdt's tongue. 

He presses in deeper, sucks on Bertholdt's tongue, then laps up his upper lip, gnawing on it softly. A shuddering breath leaves Bertholdt, fanning Reiner's chin. Reiner lets go of Bertholdt's hand, releasing Bertholdt's lip with a pop! and presses his thumb against abused lips. 

Loose tears slide down Bertholdt's cheeks, mingling with sweat. He blinks away the redness in his eyes, eyebrows tugged together, the desire to obey heavy in his expression. 

"Beautiful," Reiner sighs, adoration in his voice. "You're so fucking hot, Bertholdt." 

Bertholdt's heart soars. He's sure his face is red enough to fry on and he must look so unattractive with his mouth open like this- he can feel how sore his eyes and lips are, but if Reiner says he's beautiful in this state, who is he to doubt that?  

Reiner tugs Bertholdt's hands to his hips, so Bertholdt keeps his hold on them, not moving a muscle until he's told to do so. 

Reiner wraps his arms around Bertholdt's neck, exhaling as he twerks on his dick. Bertholdt groans softly at the feeling, tears pricking his eyes anew. Reiner presses their foreheads together, looking into acquiescent blue eyes. 

"Beg for it, Baby." 

"R-reiner-" Bertholdt gargles, whimpering as he attempts to clear his throat, "please ride me." 

"I want you to fall apart on my cock, I wanna watch you bounce yourself into completion, cumming on my stomach- I wanna cum inside of you and touch you and kiss you and hold you, please I want it all so bad.."

Reiner whines, "Touch me," he lifts his hips and slams onto Bertholdt's cock. 

"Reiner, oh my god-" Bertholdt cries out, grasping Reiner's hips. He presses his thumbs against his pelvis, his own hips arching into where their bodies meet. 

Reiner moves faster, his hips barely rising, bouncing on Bertholdt's cock vigorously, mouth wide, panting with each movement. The furniture they're on creaks and wobbles beneath them, vocalizing it's distate over moans and mewls and the slapslapslap'ing of their wet skin. 

Bertholdt's nose drips, his entire body is burning up, oh he wants to cum so bad- but he wasn't given the permission to yet, so he bites back a growl and traces his fingers over the veins on Reiner's pelvis, down the curve of his cock and then jerks him fast. 

"Bertholdt," he gasps, their noses bumping together, "cum inside me!" Cum spurts onto Bertholdt's stomach, hands tightening in Bertholdt's hair as Reiner sloppily kisses him. 

Reiner throws his head back at the feeling of cum filling him up, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. 

"Oh-oh god," Bertholdt twitches feverishly, muscles aching from exertion.

With a sigh, he goes slump, eyes fluttering as Reiner still uncontrollably pulses around his length. After a minute, Reiner leans forward, elbows on Bertholdt's chest. 

"Hold me," Reiner whispers, trembling against Bertholdt. Bertholdt smiles, placing one arm on Reiner's hip and another around his shoulder- then pulling him flush against him. 

They ride out their high, exhausted, Bertholdt's softened cock still inside Reiner. All too fast, drowsiness kicks in head-on, and Bertholdt has to force himself: 

"Rei..?" His voice is sluggish. 

"Hn" 

"Thank you.." 

Reiner kisses his lower jaw as a reply, making Bertholdt's heart warm once more before closing his eyes and is lulled to sleep. 

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Wherever Reiner is, you're sure to see Bertholdt near as well. Eren refers to Bertholdt as 'Reiner's shadow', since he's always a tall, silent presence behind the outgoing blond. 

Reiner doesn't seem to mind most of the time, "He needs the interpersonal enrichment. He'd never leave his room if I didn't drag him everywhere," Reiner joked once, elbowing Bertholdt in his side. Bertholdt didn't seem to appreciate the joke. 

Everyone's opinion on it boils down to attachment issues, maybe some deep-rooted dependence, but who are they to criticize when Eren and Mikasa have the same sort of thing going on?

"It's different," Eren argues, with Mikasa literally hovering to his right. 

"You're right. It's actually a polycule," Jean points to Armin, who's on Eren's left. 

"Quiet, horse-face!" 

"He didn't deny it," Connie whispers, making Jean snicker. Armin adjusts his glasses, trying to stick up for Eren. 

"Don't make it weird, we've just been close since we were kids."  

"And I have to keep an eye on him for his mom," Mikasa deadpans, but a coy smile graces her lips at Eren's flustered expression. 

"Wha- hey don't spread that around!!" 

"Didn't know you still needed a sitter, baby-face," Jean cheeses from ear to ear as Connie laughs. 

"Should we ask for extra money? This should count as overtime." Armin leans to Mikasa, grinning. "Since we took him to the mall and all?" 

"Hmm, since this little trouble-maker has been on his best behavior, I think of this as just a reward." Mikasa pinches the brunet's cheek. The group laughs at him swatting her hand away feverously. 

"Traitors," Eren sneers, ego bruised and face red. 

"Don't be like that, have a mall churro." Sasha pushes the treat into his mouth, finally returning from her 3rd snack run. Eren chews the churro angrily, mimicking a frustrated hamster almost. Connie sneaks a treat from her arms. 

"Shouldn't Reiner be here by now?" Connie questions, before sucking his teeth at the teriyaki-flavored beef stick he snatched. Sasha rips it from his hand with her teeth, her laughter emulating a growl. 

"Woah, she almost took a finger off!" The group turns towards the voice, then erupts into varying degrees of a greeting:

"Reiner!"

Said male waves to the group.

"Yo, sorry for taking so long." Reiner's raised hand turns into a point, poking Eren's hallowed cheek. "I was trying to convince Grumpy and Bashful to come along." 

'The other polycule," Connie chuckles. 

"I'd argue that Bertholdt is more Sleepy than Bashful," Sasha taps her chin with the beef stick.

"He sure is Dopey around Reiner," Eren chortles, hitting Reiner in the chest softly. Reiner softly exhales a 'heh'. 

"Oh now I'm the punching bag, trouble-maker?" Eren attempts to swing again but Reiner keeps him at arms length with his palm pressed onto the brunet's head. 

"He-hey, is Annie coming?" Armin peers hopefully up at Reiner. Reiner's smile is half-sympathetic, half-knowing, as he shakes his head.

"Sorry, she's even more of a hermit than Bert. Speaking of which," Reiner sighs, "He'll join late. Definitely." 

"Definitely?" 

Reiner smirks. "Definitely." 

And so, the group can finally journey throughout the mall, conversating while roaming through the halls, people watching and snapping pictures at interesting decor. They talk about whatever comes to mind: job experiences, old memories, movies recently viewed-- topics just to pass the time before they eventually gravitate towards the electronic and video games stores. Armin couldn't wait though, already scanning the new versions of phones on display. 

The girls test out blush at a makeup department. The lady handing out free cosmetics offers to 'touch up' the boys, eventually convincing Reiner and Jean to a makeover. Sasha is pulling Jean's mullet into a ponytail when Mikasa's phone chimes, have forgotten to silence it. 

She peaks at her phone, tilting her head at the notification coming from their group chat. A number she doesn't have saved sent the simple text: 'Where are you guys?'

Then her phone chimes again, 'This is Bertholdt, by the way." Ah, makes sense.

Reiner added him back when the GC was created, but this was his first time messaging in it. She couldn't judge him too harshly though, as she's only interacted with the GC with emoticons, reacting to a plan to meetup or a random check-in from the others with a 'Thumbs Up' emoji.  

"Maria's Makeup, on the second floor." She texts back, streak broken due to a sense of relatability. She closes her phone afterwards, slightly surprised by the sight of Reiner in bright red lipstick. 

"Aw yeah, this is definitely my color," Reiner beams, delighted at the worker's giggle at his antics. "Let's do Coral Blue Number 2 next." 

"Actually, it's Coral Blue Number F-" Jean smears Connie in the mouth with an eyebrow pencil. The majority of the troupe bursts out into laughter, expect Jean, as another worker chastises him and informs that he has to pay for it now. 

Reiner laughs particularly hard, shoulders hunched and grabbing his stomach. 

Connie's laughing ceases, then he's slapping Jean in the shoulder. Jean ignores him at first while he fishes out his credit card, then eventually acknowledges his annoying antics: 

"What," Jean sneers. Connie points towards the entrance. Eren notices and also looks up in curiosity. 

..!

Unceremoniously, Bertholdt's there, hand perched on the front door and staring at them. 

No, as a matter of fact, he wasn't staring at them... It's almost comical, with how all three of their eyes follow where Bertholdt's were and they meet Reiner. The subject of study raises an eyebrow at the three, a lazy smile still on his face. 

"Eh? What do you think? I think this blue suits me." His eyes crease at the corners, lips perfectly painted with a light blue. "You think Bertholdt would like it?" 

"Ask him yourself," Eren juts his chin past him and Reiner turns around. Bertholdt and Reiner's eyes meet, and the former can't tear his gaze away, grasping the door, gulping. Reiner blinks, but then he smirks, eyes half-mast. "Oh Berrrt..!"

Bertholdt rubs his neck, then is startled by a newcomer trying to slink into the store next to him. He apologizes fervently and finally enters the store as the rest of the group celebrates his arrival. He slowly joins the group, respecting their greetings and interviews with simple answers. 

He peers up at Reiner when the hype finally dies down and is met with a toothy grin. 

"You're here, finally!" Reiner pats him on the shoulder, shaking him with the action.  "So? What do you think?" 

Bertholdt's lips part, his eyes flicking to the muscular man's lips. He looks up again after a moment. 

"You... You look ridiculous," Bertholdt shakes his head, a small smile making it's way to his lips. Reiner fakes offense at the statement. 

"You're right, maybe it would look better on you!" Reiner lunges towards Bertholdt's neck, pecking him with lipstick. 

"He-hey!!" Bertholdt tries to dodge the assault but Reiner's too strong... or, Mikasa surmises from watching Bertholdt, he's letting him.

Once everyone is done paying for the products, they hit up a food court (Sasha was hungry) to recollect themselves. To avoid loitering accusations, they take their food to the center of the mall and eat on benches- mostly to people-watch some more. Sasha and Connie run on the edge of the fountain, burgers in hand.  

Bertholdt and Reiner's thighs press with how close they occupy a bench together, combo meal spread out over their laps. 

Bertholdt's mid-chew on his burger when he notices Reiner's looking at him with a benevolent glint in his eyes. Suddenly self-conscious, he scrambles to close his mouth. 

"Wh..what?" Bertholdt glances away. He must've been staring too hard at the group's antics. Reiner's chuckle is pushed through his nose. 

"Nothing," His tone is playful, making Bertholdt ache a little. "Just glad to see you having fun." 

He was relaxed, a smile treading his lips when Connie slipped into the fountain. When Mikasa snatched a ketchup packet Eren was going to pour directly into his mouth to gross out Armin.

"I, ah," Bertholdt glances away, then claims the observation as fact. "Yeah, I am. Thank you for inviting me." 

Reiner hums, gaze flicking down to the taller boy's neck. His hair has grown, now falling past his ears and tickling the beginning of his back. Some blue lipstick is still smeared onto his neck. 

The blond reaches up and rubs it with his thumb, making Bertholdt jolt. In the effort, his thighs clamp together, spilling his (thankfully empty) condiments onto the floor near their feet. His pupils are dilatated, blush permeating his face. Well he's definitely not relaxed anymore. 

"..." the quiver of his lip catches Reiner's eye, making him regret kissing only his neck.

"Chill, there was still some lipstick from earlier." Reiner shows Bertholdt his stained thumb, a gentle grin masking his intentions. Bertholdt looks at his thumb, mind recuperating as Reiner picks up his dropped honey-barbecue containers. 

"Th.. thank.." Reiner yanks a fry from Bertholdt's burger and dips it into a bit of ketchup smeared onto his cheek. Bertholdt's gratitude dies in his throat as he then chews the fry very deliberately. 

"Just pay better attention next time." Reiner motions towards the contents of Bertholdt's burger that were beginning to spill out of his wavering grasp, then stands to find the nearest trash can. 

He was caught between watching Reiner walk away and pushing the rest of his burger into his mouth as Jean parents Connie and Sasha before a mall cop could. 

They've made it to a clothing department. 

Some of the guys look at the graphic tees, others are snapping pictures of cute accessories. Bertholdt stands next to one of those revolving clothing racks, his hand carding through the shirts. He isn't focused on finding anything, eyes tracking the source of the butterflies in his stomach.

Reiner gravitates towards the jeans rack, sifting through the sizes and finding his. He picks out something and turns it around in his hands. Bertholdt stares as he holds the jeans to his hips, mulling in a mirror. 

He then turns around and asks the others how they feel. 

Steel eyes tread down his backside. His jeans, soft from wear, clung to his hips by a leather belt. His phone protruded in his back pocket, over his muscular glutes and thick thighs...

Reiner turns back around and locks eyes with him. 

!!! Bertholdt's head snaps towards the clothing rack in front of him, gripping a white tee with a realistic Hello Kitty positioned playfully near colorful Japanese text. 

Was he caught? He bites his lip, incisors nipping at the dry skin. 

"Bert?" 

Bertholdt jumps as Reiner materializes next to him. 

"If you wanted to join the conversation, you could've just said so." 

"Oh, I," Bertholdt begins, clearing his throat, "I was fine with just watching from here." 

He grins playfully, the tone of his voice played up, "That's no fun, it's so far away from me. Wouldn't you rather stare at my ass up close?" 

"..!" The brunet blushes, sweat rolling down his temple. Reiner is always amazed at how fast Bertholdt could produce perspiration. He takes the Hello Kitty shirt, then leans close to wipe the sweat from his flustered companion's brow, making the taller male flush to red brick. 

"I..! I wasn't looking down th-there- Fuck," He curses at himself for stumbling on his words and tries again with a quick whine, "Hn, uh-uhm--" 

"Hmm." Reiner fucking loves it when he makes Bertholdt like this. He smiles, bearing his teeth- which he always does when he gets his way, then he tilts his head. "Ah, can you come with me for a second? I actually want to try these on." 

It takes Bertholdt a few seconds to register his words as Reiner makes up an excuse to the group and guides him to the changing room. 

"Wait... wait, why do you need me to go with you?" 

"Hm? To help me try on these jeans," Reiner purrs, "Then you can stare all you want." 

Bertholdt squeaks, fuck he just got himself under control, now he's getting red again, heart hammering in his chest. The blood in his body goes to his cheeks, before pulsing his dick, the implications behind that sultry tone getting to him.

Reiner's sly eyes roll down his body and Bertholdt yelps, covering his crotch. 

"Hold these," Reiner hands him another pair of jeans to cover himself with and enters the changing room. "Give me a moment, yeah?" 

"Yes, I'll- I'll be.. yeah." 

Reiner smirks, finally closing the door and locking it behind himself. Bertholdt can hear his belt clicking, then his pants rustling as he undress. 

Bertholdt tries not to look like a humongous pervert standing next to the changing room when Reiner simply hums, "C'mon in." 

Bertholdt does so, closing the door behind him and locking it. He glances around the rectangular base: the walls are painted a light gray, with pockets of damage in it's Fiberglass-reinforced plastic. The walls were vandalized with acronyms, profanity, and even bolder, phone numbers. There's only enough space for maybe one more person to have elbow room. 

There was also no (visible) security cameras. He finally gives his full attention to Reiner.

"So?" Bertholdt took a deep breath, wanting to seem passive but very bothered at the sight. He shrinks against the door, jingling it's lock, causing the taller male to retreat and almost bump into Reiner. "That nice, huh?" 

Reiner runs his hands down the denim, his thigh muscles defining the shorts quite well. 

Oh, he knows this is driving Bertholdt crazy. 

"This, that's not what you picked out," Bertholdt looked at the jeans in his arms, realizing the first pair Reiner had was in his arms, and what he's wearing now... 

The ripped denims were mid-raised and ended shortly after his crotch, the frayed ends dangling around his thick legs. 

Reiner spins and oh god it's even scantier from behind, ripped high enough to outline the curve of his ass. 

The brunet's lips part, then a shudder is all he could emulate, face growing redder and redder.

"Breathe, baby." Reiner coos, cradling his jaw in his hands. Bertholdt does what he's told, rewarded with an even gentler hum. 

"Bertholdt," each syllable rolls off of Reiner's tongue like a prayer, "Tell me what you think."  

"I... I don't think they'll let you walk out of the mall like this." 

Reiner chuckles, a sweet smile curling his lips after the laughter dies down. He presses closer.

"Don't pretend you don't like it," Reiner husks, "You wouldn't have came if I didn't promise this." 

A reward, Reiner tempted him in their texts, For spending time with their loved ones. 

A sad fact that doesn't escape Bertholdt, that it takes this to reconnect with their friends... Reiner notices his faltering and runs his hands down Bertholdt's chest.

"Though, I shouldn't sound like I'm putting myself on a higher pedestal, since I like it when you're close to me and giving me all your attention." 

Reiner tugs Bertholdt in, pressing kisses to his lips, "Catching you staring at me turns me on so much. Fuck." Reiner grips his shirt tighter, kisses growing harsher, "More." 

Bertholdt sucks in a breath when Reiner pulls them towards the wall, fondling his upper body as their tongue slide and prod. 

Their moans are constant, sounds of need molding indiscernibly. Reiner's so skilled with his mouth and hands, knowing exactly what to do to make Bertholdt bend to his will. Their mouths are slick when Reiner pulls back, eager to witness his creation. Tears prick Bertholdt's eyes. He heaves against the blond's lips, head fuzzy and heat bubbling in his stomach. 

"I like it," Bertholdt finally admits. "I, I really do, you look so fucking hot. I want to rip these shorts off of you, I-i wanna fuck you with my tongue...!

Reiner tugs Bertholdt's belt loops, pressing their hips flush against each other. Fuck, he's so strong. Bertholdt pants harshly when Reiner suddenly lets him go.

"Shh, someone might hear." 

"Ah," Bertholdt slams a hand against his mouth. Reiner turns away, pressing his upper half against the cool wall. 

Bertholdt's cock is straining against his khakis as Reiner rubs his ass against it. Feeling the blond's weight on his lap like this is something Bertholdt intends to engrave in his memory, something he hopes to remember for years to come. 

"Tell me more, please?" Reiner implores, rolling his hips. 

"We-well, I mean... let me calm down," What he proclaimed earlier is zipping through his head, making him sheepish. "There's so much to look at, your hair, your thin eyebrows, your eyes when something captures your attention, the way your lips curl into that sexy smirk you do..." 

"You're, uhm, also strong.. really strong- n-not like you already knew, but your muscles are impossible to look away from, with the way your shoulders bounced with laughter, back muscles flexing, then my eyes keep going down, I couldn't stop.." 

"More."

"Your hips are so slim, they just look so perfect for my hands to hold, feeling the sharp curves of your hips bones--" Reiner pulls Bertholdt's hands onto his hips, wanting a demonstration. "along your V-line, and then, oh my god Reiner.." 

Reiner moans when Bertholdt's fingers press into his lower belly, "wh-what?" 

"The sight of your ass makes me want to bend you over right then and there." Reiner makes a sound, something akin to a "hn" as he ruts harder against Bertholdt. 

"Reiner, your ass is so perfect," Bertholdt exhales, lips brushing Reiner's ear. "Plump but muscular, I wanna hold them in my hands and spread them, feeling the weight and leaving marks on the skin, licking and fucking my way inside of you, make you sore for days-" 

"Fuck," Reiner groans, red to his neck. Bertholdt nibbles on his earlobe and the blond is about to spill into the shorts already. "B-back up for a second."

Reiner picks up the jeans he came into the mall with, then throws it on Bertholdt's head.

"Wha-."

"Be my coat rack for a moment." Having been demoted to 'coat rack', Bertholdt nods and folds the jeans once before laying them over his forearms. 

He gasps at the sight of Reiner bent even lower, ass high in the air as he peels off the frayed shorts. 

Bronze eyes are checking back, but Bertholdt doesn't need to be told to watch as Reiner slides his briefs over the curve of his ass, then they're clinging to his thighs as he presses against the wall, forcing the underwear to his ankles. 

Forehead pressed against the wall, ass high in the air, Reiner reaches back and spreads his cheeks, and Bertholdt is making sure to mentally photograph the view of his pink hole, pulsing all for his viewing pleasure. 

Reiner sucks on his fingers sloppily, coating two in saliva, before he's biting his lower lip and forces one finger into his hole to the second knuckle. 

Bertholdt's moan is vocal, the door creaking beneath him as he calls, "Re.. reiner-" 

Reiner isn't sure when he closed his eyes, but he opens them, a whine bubbling in his throat as he looks at Bertholdt. The jeans his Coat Rack was supposed to be holding is now hung on the stall's little hanger-thingy, while the male watches in erapture. 

Reiner's exhale is shuddery. He breathes in again, then exhales as he pushes his finger in as deep as it can go. He wiggles his finger experimentally, pulling it out to the first knuckle, then pushing back in. 

He creates his own rhythm, his other arm holding up his upper body. His eyes slide over to Bertholdt, "Heh, now this is a sight," he purrs. 

Bertholdt's shoulders are taunt, eyes moving with the motion of Reiner's finger. His dick is struggling against his khakis, the print pushed against his thigh. His face is warm, flushed, eyebrows tugged together and lips in a weary, wobbled line. 

Bertholdt doesn't answer to the sexy remark, but that big outline in his khakis twitches, and it makes Reiner pulse around his finger, eyes fluttering as he adds another. 

He spreads his thighs, as far as he can, his cock hovering, leaking onto the ground. Bertholdt wants to pleasure him, fuck him dry of his juices, licking up everything the blond can produce. He can't, no matter how fucking badly he wants it, but he loves this too, watching Reiner's calves ache as he finds proper footing, the sight of his fingers stretching the rim of muscle, he's gripping the wall so tight. 

"Oh-!" Reiner shakes, moaning. "Bertholdt..!"

Bertholdt shudders, alarm welling inside him for a moment. Reiner shows no concern to being caught however, tears filling his eyes, his muscles trembling, his cock twitching. 

He found his prostate. 

It's like stars- bursting? The pleasure is a firework, and his orgasm is the light string; he pumps his fingers against those bundle of nerves with fingers, chasing that line, leaving behind the burn and charred remains of the stimulation, making his vision blurred around the edges. He's sobbing into the wall, "Bertholdt- ohmygod, touch yourself, you can, hurry please hurry-" 

Bertholdt doesn't look away as he fumbles with his zipper, pulling his cock out of his sodden boxers and his hips are arching as he fucks into his hand and whispers, "Reiner, yo-you look so sexy right now..!" 

Reiner's 'oohs' and 'awns' leaving his mouth in mantras. Bertholdt can see how vigorously he's fucking himself, his other hand wraps around his cock and he's thrusting back into his fingers so passionately that Bertholdt can't help imagining that it's his cock that Reiner is thrusting back on, his cock making Reiner cry out like that. 

Reiner cries out Bertholdt's name as he cums onto the wall, spasming against his fingers. Bertholdt stifles a groan as he spills into his hand, pumping even as his balls throb. 

"ah, ah.." Reiner exhales, pulling his fingers out. He rests his head against his forearm. Slowly, his panting soften as his vision returning. Reiner is contemplating on the mess he's made when he feels fingers curve around his ankle. Bertholdt's tugging off the jean shorts that were still stuck around his feet.

"I'll.. I'll pay for it." Reiner laughs while lifting his legs to make access easier. Afterwards, he tugs Bertholdt into his arms by his sweater.

"You better, since you got more use out of it than me," Reiner snickered, presenting the back pockets that were damp with Bertholdt's semen. 

The color drains from Bertholdt's face as he stares at the desecrated denim. Reiner laughs heartily, then kisses his neck again, the blue lipstick still stained his throat.  

Hands rake through black hair, "Did you enjoy the show?" Bertholdt bites his lip. 

"We're never doing this again," Bertholdt rubs the mess with a pocket tissue, frowning as it only spreads the stain. 

Reiner's giggle jostles them both. He pushes down Bertholdt's head to kiss his nose.

After a minute, they quickly clean up and redress. 

When they re-entire society, the group is mostly at the front-desk while a pierced cashier rings up their clothing. Reiner distracts everyone with the Hello Kitty shirt as Bertholdt fumbles with checking out the clandestine shorts without anyone noticing. 

"We all noticed, right?" Eren comments later on when everyone's departing in the parking lot, scowling in disgust. 

"Let them think they're slick," Mikasa presses the red teddy bear Eren bought for her against her chest. 

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"Reiner," Pieck calls out to the male, holding up a large hot dog, "Try this!" 

Reiner snaps out of his thoughts, but then he realizes his surroundings, and is immediately disheartened. His eyes slide down to the enticing treat, then he declines, "I'm not.. hungry." 

He's looking over the crowd of people, his frown deepening by the second, then he walks slowly, not quite following a path- he's just shuffling along, ignoring the kids that bump into him or the adults weaving past him to look at concession stands.

He's searching, scanning over people's heads. Tall frame, black hair, blue eyes, a kind smile- that's what he's looking for, what he really needs right now, but it's pointless, he's not here, and it makes Reiner want to collapse onto his knees and cry right there. 

"Cousin Braun!" A flicker of recognition sparks in Reiner's eyes as he looks down to the voice. 

"Gabi, hey.." Reiner lifts the corner of his lips. "Having fun?" 

"Hell yeah, look at all this food!" Gabi exclaims, "There's sooo many people- oh oh oh and have you played the games- there's a shooting game that Udo keeps playing and y'know his range fricking sucks, but luckily for him he had me there so I played it and ofcourse I won but he wouldn't take the prize from me. 

"And Falco kept challenging me at cornhole but everytime he lost, he kept on playing and playing and playing, trying to win some bear. And when I asked why, he got all fidgety and said it was for me. Like why does he think I would want him to get me something I can get myself!? Boys are weird. 

"It's not like girls are any better; the only game I could get Zofia to play was the one where you bob for apples but I had to keep dunking her head in- she got upset for whatever reason, ugh she really needs to loose that tough, I-don't-care personality and have some fun! Right??" 

Reiner is lost once more, lips parted and eyes bleary. Gabi was tugging him by his coats sleeve, and the glint of the engagement ring on his finger shone off the fall sun, catching his attention. Gabi's frustrated yet overzealous expression subdues, and she tugs at Reiner's coat once more. ".. Cousin?"

Reiner makes a strange noise, looking back down at Gabi. "Oh.. Gabi. Heh, wow, see all these food stands, huh?" Reiner's adam's apple bobs as his eyes dart around, "Uhm, hey, go get Falco, Udo and Zofia, and you guys can try some food. My treat." Gabi's eyes were wide with confusion but then the thought of trying new food pushes that away from her mind, bouncing on one foot to the other as she goes to find her friends. 

Pieck watches Reiner's face darken. He sucks in a shaky breath, but then put on a light smile as the quartet of tweens drag him to whatever stand they want to waste his money at. She sighs, concerned but not surprised. Reiner gets like this whenever he's forced to be away from him, but he must be hurt so much more now, since its been so long..

She limps along on her crutches, trying her best to catch up with the group. 

"He's moping around again," Porco frowns, finishing the last of his pastry bought with Reiner's money. 

"Can you blame him? Reiner hates being separated from his Fiancé." 

"Pieck, he needs to learn to control his moods," Porco licks the powdery sugar off his thumb, "It's a celebration, a day for fun and food and laughter and all that. He decided to come, and now he's ruining the mood."

"Porco, you're being too harsh and ignorant," Pieck chides softly, "If you havent seen your lover in weeks, wouldn't you get like this too?" 

"Sure, but it would be done in private."

"Oooh, so macho. I bet you're only talking like that because you dislike Reiner." Reiner approaches to hear the sound of his name. 

Porco mutters something under his breath. 

"It's fine Pieck, being irrationally displeased with everything that has a pulse is built into his personality." Reiner jesters, placing a hand on Pieck's shoulder, "Maybe once he experiences a little lovesickness we could settle our differences." 

"Don't count on it," Porco crosses his arms. Pieck has a sympathetic smile on her face. 

"Don't mind him.. Reiner, what are you doing now? I was thinking since the kids went home, we could have some fun ourselves." She probably has some inebriating substance in mind. "I'll pay for everything this time." 

"That's very generous of you Pieck, but it's getting late, it's best if I just head home for the night."

"Alright," Pieck nods, "Sleep well!" 

Reiner waves back at the two of them, before turning around and walking home. 

"He's not going to sleep anytime soon," Porco confirms. Pieck sighs glumly. 

... 

Reiner lays in bed, looking up at the ceiling. There's not a single thought in that head, or maybe there is, but he just wants to repress it right now and find sleep. 

He turns over to his Fiancé's side of the bed. He slides his arm over it, reaching out to nothing. His ring glows in the moonlight through the window as he brushes his fingers against Bertholdt's pillow. 

He spontaneously tugs it towards him. It's cold and soft. Bertholdt hasn't been able to warm it in such a long time. That makes something near Reiner's forehead ache. He presses it against his body, inhaling it's scent. 

Arousal that he hasn't felt in a long time coils in his lower stomach. 

Reiner hasn't touched himself since Bertholdt left, nor has he had the urge too. But it's sudden now, pink dusting his cheeks and pupils widening. 

He tries not to think about how desperate and pathetic he is for getting turned on at the faint smell of Bertholdt, instead he racks his brain for the last time they had sex, it was right before Bertholdt had to leave. 

It was a "see you soon" handjob. 

Bertholdt jerked Reiner off against the front door. 

It was quick, and left Reiner with more yearning, but it also held promise, hope, and if Bertholdt's sweet words were anything to tell by, it wasn't a goodbye, it was a "I love you so much, I will be back, to marry you, kiss you, hold you and do more than this." 

Very deep for a "I'll be back" wank. 

Reiner presses his palm against his clothed erection, picturing Bertholdt's touch. He presses his face into the pillow, soft moans beginning to leave him. 

"Does that feel good?" Bertholdt observes his face, eyes sparkling in enchantment. Reiner flushes, red reaching to his ears. He's fully erect now, so he unbuttons his pants and struggles to push it off his thighs with one hand. 

Bertholdt plays with Reiner's trail, carding through the thick blond hair, sliding past his pelvis and grasping Reiner's thick cock. Reiner copies those movements, biting the inside of his mouth as his cock hits the cold air. 

He arches into the pillow, raising his legs the best he can with his pants still around his calves. He holds his cock in his hand, then pumps it, like Bertholdt did. 

"You're so big, Rei." Bertholdt pumps him earnestly, letting his wrist go limp as he works over it. Reiner lets out a shuddering sigh, skin abuzz as he thinks about Bertholdt's lips. Bertholdt kisses his neck, his jaw, then leans into Reiner and kisses his ear, teeth grazing his earlobe. 

He shakes just from the thought. Bertholdt knew how sensitive he was, well, everywhere. Bertholdt rubs his finger on Reiner's tip, pressing against the hole. 

"N-not there!" Reiner mewls as he does it to himself, jerking forward. Pre-cum leaks in copious amounts, coating Reiner's fingers with it. 

"There's so much," Bertholdt mumbles against his ear, his other hand leaving Reiner's hip and sliding over his shirt, then pinches his nipple through the fabric. 

Reiner goes wild with it. 

Twisting the bud between his fingers, he jerks into his hand frantically. He can feel the heat, feverishly coiling in his lower stomach, the edges of his vision already popping with stars. 

"Rei, look at me. I want to remember how you look when you cum, please." 

Reiner raises his head out the pillow to no one, nose resting on top of the pillow and he thrusts into his hand, whimpering. 

His other hand fumbles around for the tissue box. He grabs a tissue, accidentally knocking the box off the table as he covers his tip with the sheet. 

He's so close, back curling and breath quickening. He rubs his sensitive head with the tissue, eyes shut tight as he cries out, "Bertholdt..!" 

'I'll miss you, and even if I don't return, my heart will always be with you.'

Reiner wails as he cums. 

His hips jerk twice, coating the tissue with ejaculation.

"ah..! ah..!" Reiner exclaims, overwhelmed- it's been so long, his thoughts are too much, sending him into hysterics. 

The tissue is somehow discarded into the trash bin, but Reiner is still shaking, chest tight. 

"I'm in love you so much, Reiner Braun. You did so well for me, I'll never forget this, I'll never forget anything about you."

"...ah," Reiner sobs, then sniffles, "ah.." 

"I'll be back soon."

"Bert.. Bertholdt," Reiner presses his fingers against his face, realization and clarity hitting him. He's crying in copious amounts, face red, a splitting headache already forming. 

"Bertholdt, Bertholdt, Bertholdt," Reiner murmurs tearfully, voice shaking, "Bertholdt."

He doesn't register the soft sound of boots knocking against the floor until the door creaks softly. 

Alerted, a brief spike of panic strikes Reiner. He hurriedly covers his body, then snaps his head towards his bedroom door. His heart is in his throat, eyes wide in bewilderment. 

Tall frame, black unkempt hair, tired blue eyes, a soft part of lips- 

"Bert-" Reiner chokes out, tears sliding down his face. He blinks, twice, eyes suddenly bleary as the aforementioned steps fully into the room, throwing off his coat. 

"Reiner, you shouldn't leave the front door unlocked but I'm glad you did!" That voice is affectionate and tight as well. Reiner rubs his eyes in disbelief, looking up again now cocooned in a tight hug. 

"Rei, Reiner I missed you so much, I'm so sorry for coming home so late at night and scaring you, but I couldn't wait until morning, I'm so so sorry..!" 

Reiner inhales his scent, listens to his voice, and then he's shaking, overwhelmed again, heart loud in his chest. 

"Bert.." Reiner whispers, like a test, before his emotions takes over and he's clinging onto Bertholdt, "Bertholdt, I missed you, don't leave me again, it's okay I forgive you, just please don't leave again!" 

Bertholdt sniffles, looking at Reiner with teary eyes, "My term is over, I'm out for good. I'll never leave you alone again." 

Reiner's eyes are wide once more, lips parted. He makes a sound akin to a whine, "r-really?"

"Really," Bertholdt exhales, lips in a shaky smile. A warbled laugh tumbles out of Reiner, then he sobs, pulling Bertholdt by his neck into a kiss. 

Bertholdt accepts the kiss graciously, wrapping his hands around Reiner waist and pressing deeper into the kiss. 

They tilt their heads, lips parting and tongues meet, sliding against each others adurously. 

"Bertholdt, Bertholdt Hoover," Reiner murmurs when only tounge connects them, "Please marry me." 

Reiner leans back into the bed, Bertholdt towering over him, cheeks red. Bertholdt raises his right hand, his own ring sparkling in the moonlight, sweeping sandy blond hair off Reiner's warm forehead. 

"Reiner, Reiner Braun," He presses their bodies against each other, Reiner's still exposed cock hardening in between them, "Yes, a hundred times yes." 

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Reiner pulls Bertholdt close, locking lips with him once more. Bertholdt graciously returns the enthusiasm, pressing his body against Reiner's sensually, tongue pressing into the Blonde's mouth. 

Bertholdt can taste the sugary sweetness of a dessert Reiner had (Gabi coerced him into trying a bite of her pastry), and hungrily goes for the taste more, skating across his teeth, pushing his tongue down his throat, grazing the underside of his lips. 

Reiner's mouth is left open when Bertholdt pulls away, the former licking his lips in a way that makes Reiner yearn. 

"I missed you," Bertholdt emphasizes once more, exploring his Fiancé's face with his eyes, committing everything to memory. "I missed this." 

"Likewise.." Is all Reiner's mind can come up with at the moment, panting from the intensity of the kiss. His lips are still buzzing as he smiles bashfully. Bertholdt doesn't press him for not going into detail, instead unbuttoning Reiner's shirt and marveling at the sight of his body. 

Reiner's skin is pink with blush, from his thick neck to his jutting collarbone. Small tufts of blonde hair peppering his robust chest, his nipples pink and perky from the cold air. Bertholdt's eyes linger there for a few more seconds, then goes lower. The dips and curves of the muscles that line Reiner's stomach always makes Bertholdt swoon- not that Reiner needs them to make the male go wild. 

Reiner's pubic hair starts right below his naval, getting thicker as Bertholdt looks down, then he mumbles, "You're so beautiful." 

"My Adonis." 

"Oh god," Reiner laughs, "Don't call me that.." 

"Why would I not? You look so cute when I call you that," Bertholdt grins playfully. Reiner's small smile betrays him.

"Alright, I'll start calling you Baby Blue again," Reiner teases, thumb rubbing the corner of Bertholdt's eye. Those beautiful blue eyes have been bleakened by hard and exhausting years, but they shine (maybe with tears) at Reiner's words. 

"Then I'll call you My Brawny-" Reiner silences Bertholdt with a kiss. Bertholdt's voice fluctuates, giggling around Reiner's lips before kissing back feverishly. Bertholdt throws his leg over Reiner's body, resting his lower half on the Blond's legs. 

He peppers kisses over the curve of Reiner's throat, teething nibbling on sensitive skin, turned on by the latter's soft gasps as Bertholdt sucks red splotches onto his collarbone. He lets go with a pop!, exhaling softly. 

He unbuttons his own outfit, letting it fall loose around his shoulders and slowly droop off his arms. After removing his belt, Bertholdt takes off his pants, pushing them off languidly, the couple mutely agreeing to wanting to take things slow tonight. 

Bertholdt straddles Reiner, placing his left hand Reiner's chest. He slides his right hand over his lips, coating two fingers in saliva. 

Reiner gazes up at him, watching Bertholdt raise his hips and guide his fingers behind him before intervening. 

"Bert," Reiner grabs Bertholdt's wrist, "Please top this time." 

Bertholdt looks at him, surprised, then anxious, "But I want you to feel good." 

"It feels amazing when you top." 

Bertholdt leans down, their noses almost touching, "Y'know it takes forever for me to prep you.." He mumbles. 

'That's the point,' Reiner's mind supplies. "I'll be patient." 

Bertholdt searches his eyes for a moment, before complying, sliding out of Reiner's lap and getting comfortable in between his legs. 

He towers over Reiner, reaching for the drawer at the head of their bed. Reiner sighs, relaxing into the bed as Bertholdt pulls back with a tube. 

His legs fall open before Bertholdt could uncap it, watching as the taller pours an abundant amount of lube onto his fingers. 

"Ah.." Bertholdt's voice is tremulous as the substance slides down his hand, dripping onto the bed. Reiner chuckles as Bertholdt rubs his fingers together hurriedly, warming the lube before it could get more messy. 

"Tell me if it hurts, alright Love?" Bertholdt's finger rims his hole, bashful from Reiner's entertained smile. 

"Mhm," Reiner replies, eyelashes fluttering as Bertholdt pushing in to the second knuckle. He cranes his neck to get a view. It doesn't feel bad, just foreign, and he can feel Bertholdt waiting for consent, "Keep going, please." 

With a twist of his finger, Bertholdt pushes the rest in slowly, the pad of his finger stroking Reiner's walls. Reiner shifts his hips, pulling Bertholdt's finger in as far as it can go, his "ooh," soft and elated, gazing up at Bertholdt's concentrated expression. 

He looks so adorable, nose scrunched and eyebrows furrowed as he pumps his finger. Only pulling out by a knuckle, curling the tip of his finger against Reiner's heat, languidly gaining more firmness and thrusting into Reiner with intent. 

"Aah, Baby," Reiner sings, airy, closing his eyes as Bertholdt pulls out to add more lube to his fingers. His other hand finds purchase under Reiner's chest, palm against his left oblique. 

Reiner pulses around him when two fingers pump in, venturing deeper than the first. "Tss, fuck," Reiner seethes, those fingers scissoring him open. Bertholdt looks up, 

"Too much?" 

"No," Reiner replies, his own fingers sliding across the bottom of his stomach. "It feels good.." 

Bertholdt kisses his thigh, pivoting his hand and curling against his tight walls, thumb against his perineurium, pointer and ring finger pressed on his prostate and then simultaneously kneads those sensitive areas with vigor. 

Reiner's hips jerk up, voice raising an octave as hot, electrifying pleasure assaults his nerves. "A-aaha," he wails in ecstasy, struggling to still his body. 

"You sound so sexy, Rei," Bertholdt awes, placing open-mouth kisses along Reiner's inner thigh, then doing so against the blond's cock. 

Bertholdt kisses Reiner's tip, licks the precum beading it, then takes the length into his mouth, throating it efficiently. 

Reiner can feel himself getting close, toes curling and his eyes threatening to roll to the back of his head. He closes his eyes, moaning, body shaking-

'Not yet,' Reiner wants to say, but can't formulate the words quick enough, a guttural moan taking its place as he cums. 

Bertholdt sucks him through it, gulping down his cum. He keeps thrusting his fingers, avoiding Reiner's prostate and adding another finger. 

He slurps on Reiner's spent cock, milking every drop of semen from the blond, before sliding his tongue across the length, cleaning him thoroughly and releasing his limp member with a pop! of his lips.

Reiner pants, sweeping his hair back with his hand and tugging at it as Bertholdt spreads him open. 

Bertholdt pulls his fingers out, satisfied. Reiner closes his legs, pressing them together as they softly thump! into the bed. 

Bertholdt towers over him, pliantly hovering over his spent lover, then he grins when Reiner finally meets eyes with him, still a bit out of it. 

"Stunning," Reiner murmurs, Bertholdt's puzzled expression grows soft as he reaches up and cradles Bertholdt's jaw with his palms, "I got my whole world in my hands." 

Bertholdt can't suppress the laugh, shoulders bobbing, causing the bedframe to rock. Reiner smiles, his corny jokes having the desired effect. He smooths over the creases of Bertholdt's smile, thumbs sliding over wrinkled skin near his closed eyes.

"Well," Bertholdt opens his eyes, tilting his head slightly and letting his eyes roam Reiner, "You're wrong about me being stunning. It's you." 

"After all, beauty is in the eyes of the Bertholder." 

Reiner is awestruck, cheeks heating, then he moans in glee, "Oh god I'm so lucky." 

"I think I'm the lucky one." 

"Hell yeah you are," Reiner confirms, giggling as Bertholdt snorts, placing a light kiss on his crooked nose and then going lower. 

"I love you," Bertholdt whispers on Reiner's lips, sealing it with a swipe of his tongue. Reiner smiles, then smooches the corner of Bertholdt's mouth.

"I love you too," Reiner replies with, his actions expressing more than words as he pulls Bertholdt close, teeth raking his lips, then sucking Bertholdt's tongue into his mouth. 

Bertholdt pulls Reiner flush against his chest, kissing his nape. Reiner keeps his eyes screwed shut, clutching fistfulls of bedsheet as Bertholdt's tip rubs against his rim, slick with lube. 

Teeth nibble a bruise onto Reiner's nape, then skates across the sensitive area, making the blond keen. He pushes himself up onto his forearm, bending enough to watch Bertholdt slide against him. He reaches forward, hand sliding through black hair, then he's entered, Bertholdt's long length opening him wider than his fingers. 

"Mm, oh fuck..!" 4 inches in, Bertholdt lets go of his length and rests his broad hand on Reiner's lower stomach as he pushes the rest of his girth inside. The bluntness of his tip presses against his palm when he's fully inside. 

Reiner's fingers tighten in Bertholdt's hair as the couple stills. Bertholdt's other hand cups Reiner's chest, then blunt nails flick his nipple, "You're so tight, Reiner," Bertholdt's voice is deep, damn near a purr as he whispers praise into Reiner's ear. 

Reiner whimpers, words affecting him outside and in, squeezing around Bertholdt's length. "Fuck, just like that," Bertholdt murmurs approvingly, starting with a steady rhythm. He slides out halfway, pushing back in with a quick snap of his hips. 

"Oh oh oh," Reiner repeats in mantras, tilting his head back and catching Bertholdt's mouth hungrily with his tongue. Bertholdt huffs, overpowering the other male quickly, tongue and teeth bumping and leaving Reiner's lips red, abused and wet with saliva.

Bertholdt presses two fingers into Reiner's mouth, keeping his jaw unhinged as he moans around the protruding digits, instinctively sucking on them. 

"Wanna make love to you just like this, all night," Bertholdt confesses, stroking Reiner's cock. He stops thrusting briefly, pulling his fingers out Reiner's mouth and gripping his thigh instead. 

Bertholdt holds Reiner's leg up with his forearm, grunting as he fucks him deeper, stroking his sensitive insides. Reiner wails, cheeks reddening as icy-heat pools into his stomach,

" 'm gonna.." Reiner moans, muscles aching as he buckles, spilling cum onto the bed. Bertholdt pulls out, hips uncontrollably jerking as he avoids his orgasm purposefully. 

Once the orgasm fades away, Reiner looks back at Bertholdt, "Lay on your back." 

Reiner places his hands on Bertholdt's shoulders, the tip of the taller male's cock sliding inside of him. He sits up, looking down at his love as he impales himself to the hilt. 

"Hm-mm," Reiner hums, fruity, "So big..!" He lifts his hips, falling back onto Bertholdt's cock, hands gripping his own hair. 

"I'm gonna go crazy," Reiner murmurs, fingers raking down his face and trailing tediously down his body. He pinches his nipples, whimpering, and Bertholdt is enraptured, watching the love of his life bounce on his cock passionately, crazy with desire. 

His cock bumps into Reiner's prostate, causing the male the jerk, "Oh I'm-" 

He keens, pausing his movements. Bertholdt doesn't move. "Rei?" 

Once he's sure he sedated his orgasm, Reiner sucks on his upper lip, hands sliding up Bertholdt's body and falling onto him. 

Bertholdt squeezes Reiner's ass, pulling his cheeks apart and thrusting up into him. 

Bertholdt sets a rhythm, pushing his length deep into Reiner, making the blond mewl. Reiner wraps his arms around Bertholdt's neck, moaning against his lips. The sudden movement disconnects them, Bertholdt's cock sliding out and bobbing in the air.

Bertholdt groans incredulously, taking the moment to kiss Reiner's nose. Reiner chuckles, reaching back and guiding Bertholdt's length to his hole. "Mm!"

Bertholdt nips at his lips while Reiner rotates his hips slowly, enjoying the drag of the taller male's cock inside of him. 

He holds Reiner's hips, keeping himself still. Reiner stops the kiss, placing his fingers on Bertholdt's lips. He sits up, and the brunet watches him open his legs wider, cock bobbing, wet and flushed a pretty pink. 

Reiner wipes Bertholdt's bottom lip, bringing the finger to his dick and rubbing along his tip with it. He leans back, other arm holding him up from behind. His cock twitches madly from his ministrations, then he wraps his fingers around the base and grasps his length. 

He bounces on Bertholdt just like that, arching into his hand and frantically rubbing his length, until he suddenly cums with a cry onto Bertholdt's chest. 

Reiner pants, tears pricking his eyes anew, and Bertholdt caresses his thick thighs, thumbs pressing soothing circles into the dips of his pelvis near his private area, bringing Reiner down from his high faster. 

He opens his eyes, taking in Bertholdt's expression as he places his other arm behind himself, stabilizing his form and lifting his hips. 

His arms and shoulders ache from exertion, but he continues riding Bertholdt, throwing his head back. He mewls with every stroke, voice growing more strained and rough. 

"Darling," Bertholdt calls out, sitting up. Reiner melts at the nickname, forcing his eyes open and looking at Bertholdt. "Don't push yourself.." 

"I can take it," Reiner affirms, "I wanna make you cum." 

"Oh.." Bertholdt replies, voice airy. He doesn't like the sight of Reiner overexerting himself, guilt settling in Bertholdt's chest. 

"C'mere Rei," Bertholdt coaxes, gently pulling Reiner against him. Reiner huffs but submits, linking his hands behind Bertholdt's back. 

He can feel Bertholdt push him back, placing him delicately onto the bed. Reiner sucks in a breath, muscles relaxing as Bertholdt thrusts languidly into him. 

He's going slow, but implanting Reiner on that long length so deeply, flooding his body with that girth, if Reiner didn't know any better, he's sure Bertholdt's dick was in his stomach.

Bertholdt moans Reiner's name softly, getting on his forearms and pistons his hips rapidly, slamming into that wet, tight heat with urgency. "Aah," Bertholdt whimpers, twitching inside of Reiner in a way that shows how close he is. 

Reiner pulls Bertholdt forward, trapping his lower half with his calves. He's not going to let Bertholdt deny himself again. 

Bertholdt groans as he pushed deeper inside, eyes wide as he shakes, "R-rei," he starts, before he's cumming inside of him. 

Reiner curls into the feeling, blunt nails skimming over Bertholdt's back. He lets his body go lax, but then Bertholdt snaps his hips, cock expanding inside the blond. 

"Y-you're still-" Reiner stammers, shakily groaning as he's still being filled. Bertholdt cries out, slamming into Reiner's ass as he spurts inside- he hasn't orgasmed since the last time the two of them had sex, and now he's cumming buckets.

Bertholdt sucks in a breath, releasing his grip of Reiner's hips as he pulls out, ejaculation spilling from Reiner's hole and soaking the bed. 

Reiner raises his legs, head lolling to the side as he examines, mesmerized, "There's so much..!" 

Bertholdt looks at the mess, frowning. A finger sweeps through the fluids, and Bertholdt follows it, watching as his Husband-To-Be sucks the cum off his thumb, "Ah, Reiner.." 

Reiner smiles toothily as Bertholdt looms over him, chiding him with a stare. He places a hand on Bertholdt's jaw and kisses him, the taste of sperm unwanted but ignored as Bertholdt deepens the kiss with a exasperated sigh. 

"Welcome home," he whispers affectionately, the dawn light giving Reiner's skin an indigo hue. Bertholdt hums, before separating them. His eyes are narrowed, lips in a tight line. 

"Not yet.." 

Reiner looks at him, puzzled, before his eyes fall to Bertholdt's body and sees his cock, up and raring to go. 

"O-oh." Reiner can feel himself getting aroused at just the sight, even though his dick was still limp. Bertholdt cups Reiner's head behind his ear, thumb soothing his temple. He leans close, lips hovering Reiner's.

Reiner looks down at the space between them, closing the distance. His lips are slick, sliding against Bertholdt's with practiced precision, before he mutters his consent,

"Make love to me." 

-

".. Bertholdt's home," Pieck confirms as Porco recoils his hand from the front door. The couple is loud, even from where Pieck and Porco stand on Reiner's 'Welcome Home' mat. "So he was also on the train that brought the soldiers back last night." 

"It's 8 in the morning," Porco groans, before he says again, incredulously, as another moan echoes from inside the house, "It's 8 in the fucking morning." 

...

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The wind roars, gusts of debris and warm, wet air whistling as it forces trees to bend and nearly be uprooted. A sharp flash of lightning paints the clouds purple and grey, before the sky goes dark once more, with a boom of thunder following right under. It was a beautiful and dangerous sight, Bertholdt muses, flashlight in hand as he gathers more candles from their bedroom. The wooden floor creaks as he carefully evacuates the dark, quiet space.

Another boom of thumber rumbles in Bertholdt's ears as he carefully walks down the hallway, turning off his flashlight as an eggplant purple glow filters in from the window for a split second, illuminating the Den. He looks over his boyfriend while pulling a lighter out of his pants pocket. 

Reiner leans against the window, fingers against the cool glass. He follows the rivulets of rain water as they tread down the window. "Reiner please be careful," Bertholdt requests, lighting a candle. "Lightning could hit the window." 

Reiner continues to stare at the streams, enraptured, "In a sec.. Rai is about to win." 

The wax puddles onto a small jar top, and then Bertholdt sticks the candle to it, "Rai?" 

The couch dips next to Reiner as he taps the window, pointing out the speedy droplet of water he dubbed "Rai. Right there, he's almost passed the window pane- that's the finish line. It's a timed race, and he only has 20- 19 seconds left."

"Oh, I see," Bertholdt murmurs lowly, following the rainwater racer. The droplet sucks in more water that dotted the window, slowing it down. "I don't think he's gonna make it in time.." 

"Cmonn," Reiner rouses, counting down on his fingers. Rai gathers his wits, forcing himself away from clingy water remnants and sliding past the window pane. Reiner pumps his fist, exclaiming, "FUCK YEAH," causing their neighbor upstairs to stomp their ceiling in retailiance. 

Reiner simmers down, a smile still on his face as he glances sheepishly at Bertholdt. 

Bertholdt sighs through his nose, smiling lightly, eyes roaming the window. "Oh," he taps the glass, "These two are neck and neck." 

Two droplets travel down the window at (overexaggerated) neckbreaking speed. Reiner sits up, a challenging smirk on his face, "I dub this droplet 'Rai 2.0', and he shall claim another victory!" 

Bertholdt hums heartily, "I think Perci has this in the bag." 

Reiner looks at him, "Perci?" 

"Yeah," Bertholdt raises his arm and points to the longer bead of water competing, "Short for 'Precipitation', but they prefer Perci." 

Reiner "ooh's", leaning against Bertholdt, "So what do I get if Rai 2.0 wins?" Bertholdt snakes his arms around Reiner's midsection, sliding his tongue over his molars in thought. 

"Whatever you want." Reiner expresses his interest, looking at the window again and smirking. 

"Since Rai 2.0 is already winning," Said droplet is pulling ahead of Perci, who is moving sluggishly most likely because of it's longer mass. "I get to help cook." 

"But you do help cook," Bertholdt counters, frowning at the sight of Perci slowing down as they suck in another bead of water. 

"I only chopped the vegetables!" Reiner argues. 

"Reiner, last time I left you in the kitchen alone you torched a pot."

"I knew you were gonna bring that up," Reiner grimances, folding his arms over his chest. 

Once, Reiner left a pot on the stove filled with water (Most likely for pasta), and by the time he noticed the smell of smoke, the results were a fire alarm blasting throughout their dormitory and a blackened, unusable pot. 

"I've told you already, Family Feud came on, and I got distracted. Besides, that was 3 years ago!" 

"And not a single kitchen catastrophe since," Bertholdt says pointedly. Reiner falls silent, pouting. His attention is still on the window, with his boyfriend taking the chance to look over his miffed features. 

"Alright, alright.. you can cook dinner next time, but I'm supervising you. But for tonight, we're having Spaghetti and Meatballs a la Hoover.

Reiner can smell the aroma of Bertholdt's cooking from the Den, cooling on the stove, making him hum in anticipation. He's so glad they have a gas stove at times like this. 

They were currently in the middle of a blackout. The last piece of online media they read was articles and news flashes about an incoming tropical storm. 

It's been 4 or so hours without power, and the two have been improvising by turning off their phones to conserve whatever miniscule charge it had left and keeping certain areas of the house lit with candles that haven't been touched since the couple's parents were kids. 

Bertholdt loves Reiner's creativity when it comes to moments like these. He isn't very fond of storms, especially ones involving thunder, but his Love always found a way to make a bleak and scary situation comfortable. He found a way to make Bertholdt find entertainment in watching raindrops obey the laws of physics. 

"Perci, you got this," Bertholdt gently encourages, leaning closer to the window. Reiner sneers, giving his own cheers and boasts (quietly, not wanting to risk upsetting the neighbors). Perci loses grip, going crooked as they make a beeline down the window. Reiner's eyes go wide, suddenly Rai 2.0 is being passed, sent into a whirl as Perci whips right by him. 

(Overexaggerated for a more dramatic effect) 

Bertholdt's smile grows wide, absolutely giddy by the change of pace. "There you go! Perci, Perci, Perci," He chants, hands balled into fists as he moves them vertically in tandem with his chants.

Somewhere near, a frog croaks in rhythm.

Reiner is growing desperate, body taunt as he urges on his own little droplet. Rai 2.0 seems disheartened, slowing down as he's passed, hung low in shame. He simply gives up.

Perci slides past the finish line with a flourish. 

Reiner belts out a dramatic "Nooo!" As Bertholdt praises Perci, standing up. Reiner falls onto his face, occupying the whole couch with feigned despair.

Bertholdt reaches down and presses his lips against Reiner's temple, "I'll still let you cook, Reibear." 

Reiner looks at him with one eye, the dimple in his cheek creasing as he smiles into the couch cushion. "Okay man.." Reiner sits up, "Since you won, somehow, I'll do whatever you want."

"I'll keep that in mind," Bertholdt smiles, then Reiner's stomach grumbles. Embarrassed, Reiner sits up and places a hand on his stomach, in a fruitless attempt to quiet it. 

"Alright," Bertholdt swallows back a chuckle, "Dinner time it is. Wanna eat in the Den?" 

"I'll get the blanket!" Reiner scampers off the couch, feeling his way into the hallway. His fingers brush against a knob, then he twists it, opening the closet and fumbling around in the dark for the blanket. He fumbles around Ski equipment, an old heater and one of Sasha's old furbies (she needs to keep her collection at her apartment), before grasping hold of the soft, old picnic blanket. 

He closes the closet with his foot, hurrying back into the Den and smoothing out the blanket on the floor. Bertholdt asks Reiner what silverware he wants from the kitchen. He picks up the plates, and walks into the Den, taking a second to admire the mood Reiner has set.

Candles encased in glass are arranged, sizes and distance varying, a haphazard arc around the corner of the large knitted blanket. They're far away enough to give the couple some room and not risk a fire, but still give a healthy amount of light. 

"This looks amazing," Bertholdt praises, stepping over the candles and carefully lowering himself onto the blanket and handing Reiner his plate. 

"Thank you," Reiner's mouth is watering just from the appearance, noodles coated in thick marinara sauce with handmade meatballs delicately placed in clusters perched on top, with cheese sprinkled over everything. Bertholdt always made sure to pile up his plate, and Reiner hurriedly grabs his selected silverware, saying a quick prayer in his head and then he scoops the noodles onto the fork and sliding it past his lips-

"Oh," Reiner moans, "Amazing."  

"I'm gla-" A crack of thunder rattles the window, making Bertholdt yelp. Reiner pauses stuffing his face to look at the taller male with worry. 

"Sorry," Bertholdt clears his throat, blushing from embarrassment. Reiner gulps, a light smile on his lips. He already knows Bertholdt's easily startled, so he tries to ease his mind. 

"Besides the thunder, do you like storms?" Bertholdt ponder on this, spinning noodles onto his fork. 

"I prefer rainy days. It feels nice being outside, barefoot in grass while rain washes over you. Dad would get mad at me- he always told me being barefoot in the rain would make me catch a cold, but I didn't get sick that often though." 

"Well, you're like a sentient heater," Reiner affirms, snuggling into Bertholdt's side. Bertholdt chuckles, pulling Reiner's plate closer and picking up his fork. He stabs a meatball, and holds it up to the Blond's lips. Reiner graciously accepts, then after swallowing, he murmurs, 

"I really like thunderstorms." 

"Oh?" 

"Yeah. My mom always found a way to make them fun. Like, racing raindrops, or counting how far away the storm is by the space between the flash of lightning and the booms of thunder- there was always a few leaks in the house and the rain hitting the pots always became like the BPM for little songs we freestyled." 

"Ooh," Bertholdt says, holding up another fork-full of spaghetti to Reiner's mouth, "I never used rain as a metronome, but there was always 4 or 5 frogs croaking on the porch. They'd create the tempo, and I'd hum." 

"What would you hum?" Bertholdt huffs a chuckle through his nose, eyes shut tight as he cringed at himself. 

"I, uh, made up a song." 

"Will you hum it for me?" Bertholdt hesitates for a moment, but the look on Reiner's adorable face makes the tall male give in easily.

"Alright," Bertholdt looks at his lover with doting eyes, reaching up to wipe marinara sauce from the corner of his mouth. Reiner's lip twitches, sheepishly smiling. 

"After you finish eating," Bertholdt requests, rolling more spaghetti into his fork. Reiner nods, hurriedly cleaning his plate. Bertholdt tells him to slow down, finishing his own plate of food. 

Dirty plates are stacked with used napkins decor, Bertholdt leaning back onto the couch from where he sits on the floor. Reiner's head is in his lap as he listens intently. 

A frog's croak warbles admist the soft patter of rain water. It's perfect, and Bertholdt finds the beat, eyes closed as he tries to focus. 

His voice gives out when he tries to start to tune, "oop, excuse me," he clears his throat as Reiner grins wide, shoulders hunched as he giggles. He presses further against Bertholdt, going silent to give the male some time to recollect himself. 

Bertholdt lets out a mellow, deep harmony. His voice in itself sounds somewhat of a bass guitar- Reiner can't be certain, he doesn't know his instruments well. But it leaves Reiner breathless, gazing up at Bertholdt with unrestrained awe. 

Bertholdt repeats that mantra once more, eyes cracking open shyly to see Reiner's reactions. His jitters melts away as Reiner is swaying to the beat.

His voice goes up an octave for a particular part, neck craning and head rocking with the sudden lilt. Reiner can't help but let out a noise, sitting up and sliding into Bertholdt's lap with familiarity. 

The chorus restarts, and Reiner got a feel for the melody, humming it with him. Bertholdt can't help but smile wide, and then Reiner adds lyrics. 

"Disco Frog and he's doing just fine, gonna puff his chest gonna party all night-" Bertholdt's eyes widen, breaking his melody to look at Reiner speechlessly. The frogs outside seemingly stricken speechless as well, gone quiet. Reiner chuckles as such at a reaction. 

"This is so romantic," Reiner smiles dopily. Bertholdt makes a noise of agreement, pecking Reiner on the nose. 

"Did you make those lyrics up?" 

"Yep." 

"I never knew the love of my life was such an professional free-styler." 

"You know I'm good with my mouth," Reiner smiles cheekily. A sensual tilt in Bertholdt's demeanor had Reiner's heart racing as the taller male took his chin into his hand. 

Bertholdt hums in thought, turning Reiner's chin in his hand, eyes darkening as he examines. Reiner's never been so thoroughly eye-fucked in his life. 

"I'll get the plates." Bertholdt suddenly announces. Reiner's eyes go wide as Bertholdt stands, letting go of Reiner's chin. 

"Oh.. I can help-" 

"I'll clean up, you rest," Before Reiner could interject, Bertholdt's already gathering their plates. "You'll need it."

Theres an underlying promise in that statement, but that doesn't register to Reiner. The blond can get very persistent, but Bertholdt can be very stubborn, especially when it comes to spoiling Reiner, so after a quick huff, he picks up the blanket. 

Bertholdt looks at him in question. 

 "I'll fold the blanket," Reiner declares, cheeks puffed. Bertholdt considers it briefly, before giving in.

"Okay.." Reiner smiles, folding the blanket to his best ability and draping it over the couch. After the paper plates are discarded and the kitchen is tidied up, Bertholdt gets to the tedious stuff. 

Candles are blown out and wax is scraped off the coasters they're placed on. The area is checked quickly for leaks, with the landowner of this apartment being impartial to fixing anything. After a few more scares because of lightning and bumping his thigh into shape edges of furniture, Bertholdt collapses onto the couch, face on Reiner's thighs. 

Reiner croaks out Bertholdt's song melodically. Bertholdt looks up at him, rubbing circles into his kneecaps. "What? It's catchy," Reiner chuckles. 

Bertholdt sighs through his nose as Reiner gently coaxes him further onto the couch and into a warm embrace. 

"Mmm," Reiner lazily hums as Bertholdt's hands slide up from his knees to his hips. The wind roars while the wind changed direction, pelting the window with rain. Bertholdt hides his face in the junction between Reiner's chin and neck, so the other male cranes his head out of the way, arousal sparking as Bertholdt's lips brush over his collarbone and his nose prods at his neck. 

Hands venture under Reiner's shirt, caresses over the expansion of his belly. Reiner shifts under him, lifting his own hand to poke his ribs in retaliation. Bertholdt jumps away from the touch, which Reiner guffaws at. 

Bertholdt presses a light kiss onto Reiner's neck, and simply on a whim, slides his hands down to Reiner's sides and tickles him. 

"Bertholdt-" Reiner sputters, shifting, but Bertholdt doesn't let up, "Stop, I'm tickli-.." 

Bertholdt places all his weight on Reiner from where he lays in between his legs, featherlight fingers tickle his obliques- Reiner's most effective ticklish spot. 

"N-no!!" Reiner exclaims as silently as he can, shaking from laughter, "not there!" 

Bertholdt's smile can be felt in the crook of Reiner's neck as he tries to pry Bertholdt's hands away, kicking as hard as he can. 

"Bertholdt Hoover I swear to god-" His body jumps with another outburst of laughter. His attempts of pushing Bertholdt off have weakened, giving into his fate with laughter induced tears beading his eyes, "O-okay okay, I'm sorry, please!" 

Bertholdt lets him go, a wide smile adorning him as he looks at Reiner. Reiner's breathing heavily, cheeks pink and tears in his closed eyes. Bertholdt reaches down and kisses away a stray droplet settling into the corner of his eyelid. 

He continues, kissing away the tears and wiping his finger over wherever his lips has touched, although it doesn't quell the sensation left behind them for Reiner. Said blond was near composed, until Bertholdt's lips on him started to venture, pressing lengthy, passionate smooches everywhere on his face. His breath grows heavy and he can feel his ears already burning up, and then Bertholdt kisses the corner of his mouth, making Reiner whimper. 

Their breaths mingle, and they let out an shudder when lips brush against each others. It was Reiner who made the first tentative nip towards Bertholdt's lip, catching it with his teeth. That quick separation of incisors allows Bertholdt to slip his tongue inbetween Reiner's lips, licking feverishly into his mouth. 

Reiner tilts his head, pushing Bertholdt closer against him in hopes of achieving a deeper kiss. He succeeds, moaning as Bertholdt's tongue damn near presses into his throat, tangos with Reiner's and relishes in the taste of marinara sauce. 

Bertholdt's hands tenderly rest at Reiner's hips, tracing over his stretch marks and making Reiner reel when his fingernails tickle over his skin with a delicate scrape. 

The heated kiss is reduced to a few pecks on the corner of the mouth. Reiner shakingly calls Bertholdt out by name. Bertholdt goes toward that sound, kisses the sweet lips that uttered it, whispering sweeter praises and requests for consent. 

Reiner's legs fall open wider, which isn't much given how slim the couch is horizontally, hands pressing into Bertholdt's scalp and combing through his hair. 

Bertholdt drags Reiner's shirt up with his forearm and he slides his hands across his stomach, leaving goosebumps in his wake. Reiner bucks his hips when Bertholdt pinches his nipples, prompting the taller male to do so right back, hips swaying onto Reiner's growing erection. 

Lips are bruised, slick and tender when the two separate. Reiner's sigh is shaky, eyes half-mast as Bertholdt nibbles on his reddened ear, pressing kisses onto his earlobe, down the column of his throat and sucking a hickey onto his shoulder. 

He slides down Reiner's body, pulling his shirt up and quietly imploring for help. Reiner sits up and helps slide it off of his body, a bit self-conscious at his exposed body. Bertholdt slings the shirt to who knows where, then hurriedly presses kisses all over Reiner's face until he's smiling bashfully. 

Reiner falls back onto the couch, positioning himself to lay his head on the arm rest, giving Bertholdt a bit more space. The younger male takes advantage of that, placing one more peck onto the corner of Reiner's eyelid, then taking in his scent as he latches onto Reiner's nipple. 

His hand slides down Reiner's pelvis, pressing intently onto his bulge. Reiner gasps, Bertholdt's fingers fondling his length through his pants, then his balls. 

He whines behind closed lips as Bertholdt rubs his hardened cock, feeling precum damp his boxers already. A broad tongue rubs over Reiner's perky nipple, rolls over his areola and nibbles over the soft, supple skin. Bertholdt can hear his panting and soft sounds, feel his arousal, taste, smell, see- Reiner fills his senses and drives him damn near crazy with it, humming on his bosom and rubbing Reiner's crotch more frantically.

All too soon, Reiner suddenly cries out, biting onto his bottom lip. His cock pulses beneath Bertholdt's palm, thighs and arms trembling. "A-ah," He heaves, sweat rolling down his temple as he suddenly snaps out of his muddled state and realizes what he did. 

He's still trembling as Bertholdt picks up his legs, and slides his pants and underwear off in one smooth motion. His spent cock is still twitching, cum pooling onto Reiner's pelvis. Bertholdt stares, entranced, but then Reiner presses his legs together, bottom lip jutting as he glances away. 

Reiner's so cute, almost uncharacteristically so. "May I see? You'll do whatever I want, right?" He questions rhetorically, reminding the blond as to who won the Raindrop Race. "Unless you're too uncomfortable with it.." 

Reiner's breath hitches, then he closes his eyes, face reddening as he spreads his legs wide. The cum smeared all over Reiner's pelvis and inner thighs from his sudden need to cover himself earlier. 

"Hmm," Bertholdt croons, a satisfied smile curling his lips. Reiner opens his eyes when Bertholdt swipes a finger through the mess, brings the finger to his mouth and licks it clean with his tongue. 

Bertholdt bends down, lips spread as he hungrily laps up all of Reiner's ejaculation. 

"Bert.." Bertholdt looks up at the mention of his name, face nested in between Reiner's cock and his thigh. Reiner watches in bated breath as Bertholdt sucks a bruise onto his pelvis, hands sliding under Reiner's ass. 

He lifts his butt off the couch, feelings its mass in his hands. His tongue slides inbetween Reiner's crack, then blows cool air onto his hole. 

Bertholdt kisses his taint, kneeding Reiner's asscheeks. He pulls them apart, awestruck at the sight of Reiner's pink hole twitching in his presence. 

Reiner gasps when he feels Bertholdt's tongue slip past his rim, already wiggling around his tight, fluctuating walls. He grips the armrest, throwing his head back as Bertholdt pushing his tongue in fully, "Fuuah- Bert, oh my god..!" 

Reiner's cock twitches with urge, blood pumping him erect again. Reiner's moans grow louder, unrestrained, face heating as he begged for more. Bertholdt thrusts his tongue in and out, slurping obscenely inbetween his thighs, his hands roughly fondling Reiner's ass. 

"M-more, that feels so good," Bertholdt's middle finger slides in unrestrained, and he pumps that finger fast and deep, massaging Reiner's walls and curling his knuckle against that bundle of nerves. 

Reiner cries out, arching off the couch. He digs his heels into Bertholdt's back, hands reaching into his hair and forcing Bertholdt's face closer. It's feels like the first time Bertholdt ate out Reiner, maybe even better. Reiner's surroundings fade away, the feeling of Bertholdt's skilled mouth and fingers abusing his walls, his body going rigid, his cock pulsing with urge..

Something bumps from above, then the sudden yell of the fallen shatters the mood. Bertholdt emerges from where he was between Reiner's thighs, the latter deeply sighing, the urge to cum dispersing. The person has been consoled, telling from its quelling curses.

"Have the walls.. always been that thin," Reiner attempts to start conversation. Bertholdt sighs, obviously miffed but worry creases his eyebrows. 

"Seems so.. I hope whoever that is, they're alright."

"Its Miss Rico, I believe. She's the same one who sent that noise complaint that one time.." Reiner recalls, blushing as he remembered how hurriedly Bertholdt had to pull out of him and throw on some clothes to answer the furious rapping (knocking) on their door.

"Hm, yeah," Bertholdt frowns as he thinks on it. The grey haired woman yelled at them for Reiner's screaming. "Oh, wait.." 

"?" 

"I do have a few ways we can have fun without getting a complaint this time." Bertholdt summarizes, before rising off the couch and running into the hallway. 

He comes back (bumping into a wall corner as he rounds the corner) with a few items in his arms. Reiner presses his legs together as he tries to peak into Bertholdt's arms, but then he stumbles on whatever question he was about to ask when the contents are dropped onto the couch. 

They were sex toys, one being a prostate massager and the second being a simple ball gag. 

"Oh." Reiner sighs softly, picking up the prostate massager. It had a girth of (from what Reiner can tell) almost 2 inches across its bulge near the base, with its insertable length being 4 inches. 

Bertholdt reaches into his hands and presses a button on the toy. Reiner jumps when it vrrrs to life, the head rotating 360 degrees and the base vibrates in his hold. 

He can feel his hole itching to be filled with such an erotic toy. 

Reiner looks at the ball gag once Bertholdt turns off the toy again. "And this..?" 

"No more noise complaints," Bertholdt explains. Reiner bites his lip. 

"O-oh." 

Bertholdt looks over his face, concerned. "Is the gag too much?" 

Reiner grunts, "No! It's uhm.. I can get pretty loud," he looks to the side, embarrassed, "Just from your tongue alone, and the noise complaints started coming in when you fuck me, so I have a feeling I won't be able to control myself with the toy being inside." 

Bertholdt hums, and then Reiner reaches up and pecks him on the lips.

"And, to be honest, I wanna ride your face again." Bertholdt flushes a deep red at the sudden confession. "And having my noises restricted sounds.. so fuckin' hot to me." 

"That's weird, isn't it-" Self-doubt is heavy in Reiner's voice. Bertholdt's immediately snapped out of his silence, cocooning Reiner's face in his hands. 

"N-no! I find it hot too, really." Bertholdt takes it a step further. "I've had these toys for a while now, and I had no idea how to tell you I want to watch you squirm with an prostate massager deep inside you, biting down on a gag." 

"O-oh," Reiner almost whines, shutting his eyes tight. Bertholdt bites down on his lip, shyly glancing out the window. 

"Then," The couch shifts next to Bertholdt, so he looks at his boyfriend, who has flipped over onto his stomach, hands clutching the armrest and ass high in the air. "I'll do whatever you want.." 

"h," Bertholdt emits, gulping at the display. He snaps out of it, "yea, okay." Then settles behind Reiner, toys in hand. Reiner closes his eyes, mentally prepared, but then Bertholdt lifts his upper body with a hand around his neck, presses his back flush against Bertholdt's front and tongue-fucks his mouth. 

Reiner moans around his mouth, hand on top of Bertholdt's. His thumb rubs his throat, feeling Reiner's adam's apple bob, and then he bites down on Reiner's lip, swiping his tongue over the bite. Reiner stares up at him, a gasping mess, his cock throbbing inbetween his legs. 

Bertholdt stares down at him, letting go of his throat and sticking his thumb into Reiner's mouth. "Just like that." 

He removes his thumb, and Reiner stays like that, tongue resting on his lips as Bertholdt presses the ball into his mouth and fastens it securely behind Reiner's head. 

Reiner's sure he came from that alone as Bertholdt bends him over, kissing the back on his neck before pressing wet, open mouthed kisses on his hole.  

He exhales through his nose when Bertholdt's tongue squirms against his hole. Bertholdt takes Reiner's fat ass into his hands, squeezing the supple skin, sliding his tongue inside and flicking it along his walls. 

Letting saliva pool onto the tip of his tongue, Bertholdt smears against Reiner's walls, pulls back, then pushes two of his fingers in. Reiner moans, but the ball fills his mouth, damn near gagging him. It's such a foreign, uncomfortable feeling, but it turns him on so much, his cock erect and leaking inbetween his thighs. 

Bertholdt's eyes fall onto the blanket Reiner folded over the couch, pulling it down. He grabs Reiner's legs and pulls them into his lap, then spreads the cover under him. 

Reiner's knees press into Bertholdt's upper legs as he plunges his tongue into his hole once more. 

Reiner goes rigid, his muffled sounds increasing, twerking onto Bertholdt's tongue. Bertholdt can hear his hands scratch down the armrest, feel how tight he's getting around his tongue, so he pulls away with a quick slap of Reiner's ass. 

"I don't even have the vibrator in," Bertholdt marvels, shifting behind Reiner. Reiner's body trembles, forcing breaths through his nose, but then he squirms at the sound of the vibrator being clicked on. 

It's rotating head circles Reiner's hole, leaving him keening, desperate- he whines behind his gag, nudging the vibrator with his ass. Bertholdt presses it in, just its tip, bends it and watches it pop back out. 

Reiner's frustrated, face burning as he glances back at Bertholdt. Suddenly, the toy is thrusted deeper into him, past where Bertholdt's tongue could reach, the wide base vibrating on his prostate brutally. With a cry, he comes onto the blanket, breathing suddenly becoming difficult as the vibrations still stimulate him through his orgasm. 

It subsides, then Reiner's pushed onto his back, cum smearing onto his body as he's suddenly maneuvered. 

His jaw burns, biting down on the gag to muffle his cries as the vibrator still stimulates him, forcing tears to his eyes. 

The toy was designed to keep a good grip, so it stays in place as Bertholdt's hands roam other areas of his body: twisting his nipples, pressing the ball onto Reiner's tongue, even tickling the head of his cock. His lips made purchase on every sensitive part of Reiner's body, driving him near insane. 

The pleasure and pain of being sent into another another orgasm is too much, it swells Reiner's lower belly with something excruciating. 

His cock bobs, newly erect. 

He sucks on the ball around his mouth, desperate to quell his sobs. Bertholdt pulls the ball out of his mouth, letting it rest on his chin.

"Shh," He wipes away Reiner's tears, then runs over puffy, red lips, slick with spit. Reiner whimpers, accepting comfort and tries to kiss him. Bertholdt graciously returns the gesture, in a kiss that was only lips. He pulls back shortly after. 

"Alright?" 

"Hnn," Reiner keens, drool dripping down his chin. Bertholdt licks it away, then grasps the toy, feeling it vibrate in his hand as he nudges it onto his prostate. 

Reiner cums an surprising large amount onto his soft stomach, thrusting into the air with every spurt. His breathing is so vocal and airy, varying as he shudders. Bertholdt turns off the toy, then stands, quickly striding to the kitchen and pulling a cool water bottle out of the freezer. He comes back to Reiner with it, the latter's eyes taking a few seconds to register the bottle and what it means. 

Once realization hits, Reiner's throat burns at the prospect, and he mutely thanks Bertholdt for it, taking it from him and gulping down half its contents. 

Refreshed, Reiner sits up and presses his front against the couch's headrest. Bertholdt swallows the rest of the water and places the empty bottle on the floor. He licks his lips as Reiner dips his head low, legs spread and his hole still filled with the vibrator. 

He presses the ball of the gag back around Reiner's mouth, fastening it to the back of his head. Bertholdt watches his hole flutter around the toy when he plays with it, leans forward and presses a kiss onto his taint, smiling with glee at Reiner's soft moans when he turns on the toy. 

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Reiner stares out the window, vision blurry. The rain created a light mist, storm clouds still thick but the thunder and lightning have seemed to slow immensely. He presses his cheek against the cold glass, muttering around the gag. 

He can't help the hoarse yelp he lets out as Bertholdt's tongue pressing the vibrator deeper inside him. He shakes back on Bertholdt's face, his hole thoroughly tounge-fucked and his balls resting on Bertholdt's nose. 

His jaw burns, biting into the gag as Bertholdt presses two fingers in and forces his walls apart, his tongue and fingers reaching deeper inside his twitching, sensitive ass. 

He goes cross-eyed when he orgasms for the fifth time tonight. Tears pool his vision, cheek squeaking against the glass as he goes limp, his vision blurring. A frog's croak is the last thing he hears as he slips unconscious. 

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The rainpour seems even thicker and gathered in one place now. It sounds closer. Warmth pools around Reiner. It takes him minutes to process, eyelids heavy, 'Did I end up outside?' 

The downpour is halted by a squeak, and he can feel a soft cloth on his body, with the familiar smell of watermelon bodywash assaulting his nose soon after. 

'Bathroom,' it dons on Reiner, forcing himself to move. The soreness in his jaw is mostly gone, but he still feels sensitive, even more than usual. 

"Reiner," Bertholdt's voice calls for him. Reiner follows the sound, pressing his forehead into Bertholdt's shoulder from where he kneels next to him on the floor. 

He sweeps his fingers through Reiner's well-rinsed hair, combing his fingers through just the way he knows Reiner likes it. "Do you think you can turn over?"

Soft grunts leave Reiner as he tries his best to move his sluggish limbs, gripping Bertholdt's shirt for leverage. Bertholdt doesn't mind getting his clothes wet, his pants was rolled up high enough so that he can crouch into the bath. Reiner's upper body presses into his front as he washes his neck and back. 

He can't help the moan that slips when Bertholdt's hand gingerly slides past his crack and over his tender hole. Bertholdt presses an apologetic kiss onto his ear at disregarding his sensitivity. 

Reiner's sleep muddled haze has cleared, and he recollects everything that has happened, and the fact they have running water and lights in the first place. 

"The power's back on?" 

"Mhm" Bertholdt confirms, cleaning inbetween Reiner's thighs. Reiner can't hear any signs of the storm, concluding that it must've passed over after he went unconscious. 

Reiner is pulled to his feet and wrapped in a fluffy towel. The drain is unplugged and water seeps out of the tub as Bertholdt dries Reiner's hair. Despite his mass, Bertholdt still picks Reiner up, intent with carrying him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom for more rest. 

Bundled up in the towel, Reiner sighs contently as he's carried out of the bathroom. Bertholdt hums his song for him all the way there. 

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Bertholdt whimpers behind Reiner, desperately grinding his clothed erection onto Reiner's ass. Reiner fists his hair, forcing his face into the crook of Reiner's neck, tilting his head and catching the hound's lips with his. 

He pulls down his pants in one smooth motion, shifting from one foot to the other vigorously to push down his underwear. He lets go of Bertholdt's hair, biting down on his lip before they part, then places both of his hands on the tree they're behind.

He bends over, prompting Bertholdt to dig his hands into Reiner's thick, supple ass, biting his lip when he feels his own member throb. Reiner watches his cock tent his shorts, long and girthy; oh, it makes his hole tremble, desperate to be filled with it. 

He has too much pride to admit that though as he pushes his fingers into Bertholdt's mouth. 

"In that much of a hurry to breed me outside, huh" Reiner growls, swirling his fingers around inside Bertholdt's mouth. Bertholdt sucks on his fingers sloppily, face red. 

"God forbid anyone come into this forest at this time of day," Reiner murmurs, pulling his spit drenched fingers out of Bertholdt's mouth and presses them into his hole. 

Bertholdt watches in a bated breath, every few seconds or so glancing around the tree to see if anyone was around. 

"Mm, fuck," Reiner swears, clenching the bark of the tree in his hand as he roughly rubs his prostate, his cock growing hard inbetween his own legs. 

Reiner pulls out his fingers as Bertholdt hurriedly pulls down his pants, and the outline of his cock so detailed through his briefs that Reiner could see a thick vein running along his length.

Reiner turns around then bends down, mouth watering. 

"Hmm," Reiner grins, feeling the weight of his cock through his underwear. Bertholdt pliantly watches, trembling in his grasp. The bull pulls down his underwear, lips trembling when his large dick jumps out, red with urge. 

He presses his face against the colossal-esque member, feeling how hot it is. It's smell was so fucking enticing, Reiner's tongue lolling out to lick up his girth, then with a chuckle, he wraps his lip around the head.  

"A-ah," Bertholdt shakily moans, Reiner's tongue piercing pushing into his urethra, the cold steel ball playing with the head. 

Reiner lets Bertholdt take control briefly, one hand on the tree trunk and the other still prepping himself for the monster that'll fuck him weak. 

Bertholdt rakes his fingers through Reiner's hair, then grabs a hold onto his horns, keeping his head steady as he fucks shallowly into his mouth. 

Reiner stares at him lustfully as his cheek juts at the dull press of Bertholdt's dick head against it, his tongue resting at the base of his cock. He pulls his fingers out of himself, then places his hands on Bertholdt's hips. He takes control again, slurping on Bertholdt's length, throat pulsing around his tip every so often. 

Reiner clears his throat as it presses against his uvula, then slowly he pulls his head back, letting Bertholdt's member pop out of his mouth, now leaking with precum and wet with saliva from the tip to a few inches at his base. 

With one last kiss on the tip, Reiner stands, turning to the tree and bending over provocatively. 

Bertholdt's tail wags furiously, lining his cock up with Reiner's hole. He presses the tip in, groaning at how his hole grabs and attempts to pull him, hands on Reiner's hips as he plunges into him. 

"FUCK," Reiner groans, stars dancing in his vision. Bertholdt sets a quick pace, driving his cock up Reiner's ass with vigor. The tip stabs Reiner's lower stomach, sending him into kahoots. 

"H-haah, Bert," Reiner moans, lowering his head in submission. Bertholdt licks his neck, presses bites and kisses to everywhere he can reach. 

"It feels.. so good Reiner!" Bertholdt whines, hands clutching Reiner's cheeks and watches his hole stretch to accommodate his thickness. 

Nails rake down the tree bark as Bertholdt drives in once more, languidly, grinding against those wet and twitching walls with no rush, and Reiner goes feral with it, leg thumping against the grass as he cries out. 

Reiner loves it deep. 

Bertholdt pushes himself closer to Reiner hurriedly, hands grasping Reiner's full, budding chest, pinching his nipples between fingers. He breathes in Reiner's musky, sex stenched scent like it was an aphrodisiac, grunts growing more gravelly as he fucks into the blond hard and fast. 

He tugs on Reiner's nipples, fingering and pulling on his piercings. He then slides his hands down, and jerks Reiner's cock, precum smearing into his fist. 

"Reiner, Reiner, Reiner," Bertholdt chants, picking up his speed. "It feels so good, fuck, Reiner lemme fill you up, please!" 

Reiner bites down on his lip. He loves how out of Bertholdt can get during a rough fuck. 

Reiner pulls on Bertholdt's hair roughly, pulling their faces together and prods at his tongue with his own, the taste of Bertholdt dick mingling with their saliva. 

"Knot inside me," Reiner seethes, tugging on his hair harder. Bertholdt nods, whimpering, tears pricking his eyes. 

His speed increases, dick twitching maddeningly. Reiner lets go of his hair, then turns back towards the tree and bracing himself. 

His eyes roll to the back of his head, mouth wide and gasping as he's filled, and then Bertholdt's cock expands, driving the bull into his own orgasm. 

His dick throbs as he spurts onto the tree, nearly missing his clothing. Bertholdt throbs inside of him, knot connecting them. 

Their orgasms now subsided, they wait for Bertholdt's knot to deflate. Bertholdt nudges Reiner's head and neck as Reiner rakes his fingers through Bertholdt's hair, prompting a satisfied moan from the former. 

Bertholdt yelps when a passerby catches sight of them, then starts ridiculing their indecent exposure as they retreat. Bertholdt stutters over an apology as Reiner flicks them off, reaching back to kiss Bertholdt's chin. 

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Reiner grunts as he's pushed onto Bertholdt's lap, maneuvered so that he was face down into the bed and his ass high in the air. He whimpers as Bertholdt keeps a steady arm on his back, pressing his upper body into the mattress. 

Fingers slide past Reiner's boxers, down his crack and press on his taint. Reiner keens, and Bertholdt can feel his pulse. 

"You want this, Rei?" Bertholdt breathes, and Reiner nods, fingers gripping the side of the mattress. 

"Want me to stuff you with my fingers and spank you? Let me hear that voice." Reiner whines, ears burning. 

"Yes." 

A cap is popped and a warm, thick liquid is poured over his ass. He shifts as the liquid pools between his thighs, ballsack and inner thighs drenched in the substance. 

A broad hand rubs over Reiner's crack, rubbing the lube all over his muscled, thick ass. It's almost too much for Reiner already, his cock pulsing in Bertholdt's lap. 

His hand smacks Reiner's ass, making it jiggle from the recoil. Gold eyes are blown wide, the suddenness of it rendering Reiner speechless. 

That big hand fondles his balls, then prods at his perineum, middle finger carding its way through Reiner's crack, then Bertholdt slaps Reiner's ass again, leaving behind a pink splotch faintly in the shape of Bertholdt's hand. 

Reiner is able to force out a cry this time. Bertholdt does it again, and again, and again, slapping his ass in the same spot, gathering lube on his hand and making his targeted area wet with it, amplifying the pain. The skin glows red amongst pale, and Reiner is gripping the covers with such intensity that they rip off the corner of the mattress. 

"O-oh," Reiner cries, "Y-yellow, yellow.." 

Bertholdt stops spanking him, but that's not the command for 'stop', so he verbally soothes him, "Ah, I'm so sorry Rei. You're doing so good for me, Sweetheart. Such a good boy." 

Reiner grows redder with each nickname and praise, and then Bertholdt's forearm hooks around his midsection, pulling the boy up, and the taller male leans down and places a kiss on the heated, abused skin. 

It makes Reiner crave being spanked, used and fucked. 

"Green." His voice is so gravelly and starved, so Bertholdt places Reiner back onto his lap and raises his hips. 

Fingers slide in between Reiner's cheeks, then the tip of his finger is pushing past a puckered hole. Reiner muffles his moans into the bed. Bertholdt isn't pleased by that, his free hand grabbing a fistfull of short blond hair and forces his head into the air with a hard pull. 

Reiner gasps wetly, eyes peering open. He glances at Bertholdt, tears pricking his eyes. Bertholdt examines his reaction as he pulls his fingers out and spanks him again, watching Reiner's face twist in pain and his lips tremble with a weak moan. 

He runs his hand over the warm, lubricated skin. His palm is shiny with lube, fingers dripping with the substance when he pokes Reiner's hole and pulls back. 

He shallowly thrusts into Reiner's hole and grips his hair tighter, "Want my fingers inside you?" 

Reiner grunts, eyes fluttering at the roughness, and Bertholdt spanks him harder. His ass jiggles when he recoils and Bertholdt's hand stings with it, eyes roaming as a rosy handprint blooms on the skin. 

Reiner suppresses a scream, biting down on his lip. He nods and pleads, begs to be fucked by his fingers. 

He even nudges Bertholdt's hand with his ass, so with one more quick smack, Bertholdt thrusts in two fingers, pumping along his walls and assaulting his prostate. 

Reiner quivers, going limp, so Bertholdt lets go of his hair. He sobs into the mattress, a few muffled "yes!" leaving his trembling body. 

Bertholdt skillfully twists his fingers, knuckles forcing his walls to spread and his fingers scraping those sensitive bundles of nerves. Reiner shakes with every stroke, his insides throbbing around Bertholdt. 

His walls clench around Bertholdt's fingers suddenly, and his body trembles, pushing into Bertholdt's lap. "W-wa.." Reiner softly cries, lifting his head from the mattress. Bertholdt pulls his fingers out and carefully turns Reiner over. Reiner's cock is pulsing, begging to burst. 

He cradles Reiner's head in his palm, lifting him up. He's positioned so that he leans on Bertholdt's chest, head resting on his shoulder. Bertholdt presses a kiss to his burning forehead, left hand wiping away the tears starting to cool on his face. 

He fists Reiner's dick, jerking him off fast. Reiner sluggishly spreads his legs, groaning softly, feeling his balls tighten and then quickly brought to an orgasm. Bertholdt works over him through it, stopping once Reiner's cock goes limp in his hand. 

Panting, Reiner leans into Bertholdt's warmth. He's beyond sore and exhausted, but a small grin graces his features as Bertholdt looks over him, fretful. He kisses Bertholdt on his neck.

"Thank you.." Reiner whispers, turning over so that he can tend to his wounds. 

Bertholdt exhales from above him, then aloe is poured onto his bruised skin, making the Blonde shiver. Reiner sighs softly when Bertholdt's fingers delicately massage him, and his suddenly grow eyelids heavy. 

"I love you," Bertholdt softly confesses. Reiner's heart swells, muttering back a similar reply as sleep washes over him. 

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Bertholdt's constricted.

His heart, his soul, his nerves- constricted under a fitted penis ring and skilled fingers. 

Constricting toy, restricting handcuffs, even his mindset was alike. It was like every part, every orifice of his body was folding under coils of pressure around it, perceptive eyes watching him give in, a delighted hiss leaving kiss-bitten raw lips. 

Reiner is a snake. 

He strokes Bertholdt's cock slowly, pinky brushing over the rubber ring snug around the base. His tongue flicks against his tip, as if Reiner is familiar with his animalistic depiction. 

He balls his fists, Reiner moaning wantonly around his cock. The taste of pre-cum never reaches his tongue, the cock ring doing its job of restricting any flow. 

Only Bertholdt's pleasure thickened moans and bulbous tears were free. 

'Breathe.'

His chest aches as he inhales. 

Reiner watches him from where his face rests on Bertholdt's lower abdomen, gold darkening in his narrowed eyes. It nearly squeezes away the breath Bertholdt tried to control from his lungs. 

He exhales through his mouth. 

Bertholdt, although he's mostly nonchalant in public, is very sensitive. It used to be a more innocent sensitivity, like emotional (he's quick to tears if put in an distressing situation), but while with Reiner, he learned it could also be romantically and sexually. Being dominated by the brawny male was a big fucking turn-on incomprehensible to him. 

A sinful and embarrassing desire that washed over Bertholdt wave after wave. 

He's drenched with it, his emotions, akin to his legs, opening like a book and allowing Reiner to take over.

And Reiner always knows how to take his lovely boyfriend apart, expose all of his sensitive, most vocal and expressive emotions, and then build it all up together once more. 

For no particular reason, Bertholdt tugs on his restraints. Almost unexpectedly, the handcuffs press against his wrists, reminding the brunette of their presence. 

His chest burns as he whimpers. 

Reiner reacts to that immediately, his hands sliding up the tight column of Bertholdt's neck. Bertholdt's breath halts, expecting for pressure to be applied, but then the blond sifts through his hair with his fingers, cradling his head into his hands and pulls him into a lip lock. 

Arousal coils in his belly anew. Reiner's kisses... Bertholdt loves them even more than sex. All too soon, Reiner pulls away. 

A slick liquid pools onto Bertholdt's stomach from Reiner's bottom. The liquid's purpose flashes in Bertholdt's eyes- the blond on top of him notices, a sly smirk curling his lips. 

He reaches back, perched onto Bertholdt's hips as he guides the tip of his cock to his hole. 

Bertholdt is fed up with it. Reiner's entrance pulses around his tip, damn near sucking him in. 

He wants to be rode, watch Reiner bounce on his cock and enjoy the pleasure only he provides for him until he spills his seed all over Bertholdt. 

It comes out as an distraught sob, choked and croaked on almost unintelligibly so. 

"Please." 

Reiner throws his head back as the long length impales him, insides welcoming the strong erection and already spreading pleasure everywhere through his body. 

Reiner moans, muscles in his thighs and arms trembling as he wastes no time in bouncing on his cock, ass slapping against Bertholdt's hips. 

Tears blur his vision as Reiner grasps his nipples, twisting the buds in his own fingers. His hips don't rise off of Bertholdt, instead he swivels on his dick, toes curling at the feel of it dragging along his sensitive walls. 

He swells- swells of what, Bertholdt can't decipher at the moment. He's overstimulated from the body-shaking stimulation he's receiving, the slight discomfort of the snugness of the toy. He's lightheaded, all the blood in his body trying to work itself down, but forced to burn in his abdomen (metaphorically so). In all, having his orgasm being denied while receiving mind-numbing pleasure from toy didn't matter, being Reiner's toy was more than enough. 

Being something of use to the blond to get his rocks off and then tossed aside for when needed. Even without the guarantee of release, he'd gladly cave in to Reiner, give in and thank him for it afterwords. 

Reiner fiddles with the wireless remote control in his hand, a little squeal leaving him as Bertholdt ruts up into him when he messes with the dial. 

"Y-you like that, hm?"

Bertholdt cries out, "Yes!" 

"I'll turn it up for you." The toy's velocity increases, rubbing Bertholdt's prostate with even more vigor. 

"H-hn, Reiner, Reiner!!" 

"Baby, you're gonna wake up the whole neighborhood. That wouldn't be so- fuck- so b-bad, everyone learning how much you love being dominated. Screaming so loud for me with a ring around your cock and a vibrator on high in your ass." 

It's so good, fuck, it's so much for Bertholdt. He cries out as loud as Reiner wants him to, a doe-eyed look on his face. 

"Lookin' at me like that.. still trying to seem innocent with your huge dick inside me?" Reiner clenches around his stiff cock. 

Bertholdt's eyes fall shut, biting down harshly on his lip. Reiner stops him, "Nuh-uh, baby, that's my job." 

Reiner's teeth nip at his lips, then his free hand coaxes Bertholdt's chin down to lick into his mouth and suck. 

To reach over his face, Reiner scoots up his body, pulling a few inches away from Bertholdt's cock. 

Bertholdt desperately chases that warmth, driving into Reiner. The latter's seizes up, before grasping Bertholdt's hips and forcing them into the bed. 

"W-what a thirsty slut," Reiner mewls, falling onto Bertholdt's dick. "So eager to be inside me. That's all you're good for, is it? To fill me up, fuck me till I cum and then tossed to the side. And you fucking love that, being reduced to just a phallic for my needs." 

"I-i love it.." Bertholdt mumbles. The snarl that tore through Reiner's throat aroused the taller male even more. "U-use me until your satisfied, Rei!" 

"Yea?" Reiner wiggles his hips just right. 

"Please do.." Bertholdt begs, watching Reiner flush and his cock bob in his hand. 

"G-gonna.. cum with your dick filling me up, Bertl," Reiner gasps, jerking himself more erratically. 

A sharp breath is sucked through Reiner's teeth, then with a groan he ejaculates onto Bertholdt's stomach. 

He collapses onto a very sensitive Bertholdt, catching his breath, then grasps the remote, turning off the vibrator and making quick work of removing the cock ring.

Bertholdt's ears still ring of the soft vrr of the toy. 

The toy is removed, and without preamble, Reiner works over his cock with his hand vigorously, watching in enrapturement as his cock grew to an angry red, twitching maddeningly and coating his fingers in thick precum.

The bed's headboard rattles as Bertholdt jerks on his restrains, sobs and moans leaving him uncontrollably. 

It's fast and unabashed when he reaches release, spilling onto the ceiling, his chest, and chin. 

Once more, his chest feels caved in, throat and pectorals on fire as he heaves, sobbing with his orgasm. 

The toy is removed, along with the handcuffs. Reiner hands caress his wrists, lips running over the marks left. 

"Breathe, sweetheart." His arms have gone numb by now. The last of his tears force through his heavy eyelids, sweat cooling on his head. 

"You did so good. I'm so proud of you." 

Bertholdt can softly feel the kisses pressed to the shell of his ear. 

Reassurances and praises are whispered inbetween kitten licks and soft pat downs. 

With a scratchy mewl, the silver of lamplight he could see through his eyelashes faded. 

...

Chapter Text

Going unnoticed has always been Bertholdt's speciality. Despite his height, he's small in presence, attitude, and aura. He's only singled out when with others, and even then it's just to exchange formalities. Bertholdt doesn't mind this; he prefers this, and has used this perk to escape formal events, meetings, crowds, and, just like he's doing right now, parties. 

He exits the bathroom he was taking refuge in, is then promptly pushed by an ill Mina Carolina (poor girl), exits Eren's ear-numbing apartment (poor neighbors), and is nearing his house when his phone vibrates.

His posture straightens. It's a text from Reiner.

Where'd you go? 

I'm heading home for the night. Bertholdt responds, briefly. 

A quick reply. 

When did you leave? Last I saw you, you went to the bathroom. 

A twinge of guilt plucks Bertholdt.

I'm sorry. I left ten-ish minutes ago. Tell Eren I said thank you for letting me come to his party. 

He quickly adds Stay over the night, don't risk hurting yourself by trying to come home drunk. Tell the same to Jean and Marco. 

Bertholdt, Reiner, Jean, and Marco all live together since the four became close throughout college and their respective careers are in the area. The majority of Bertholdt's roommates' families and friends also decided to settle down in the area, so to avoid the expensiveness of it all and to keep in touch, they agreed to share a home. Since it was mainly Reiner's idea, Bertholdt didn't mind the arrangement. 

Reiner doesn't respond to his text by the time Bertholdt makes it home and trudges himself into the shower. 

Scrubbed clean and entering his introvert zone, Bertholdt slides into his bedroom with a book in hand. 

He checks his phone once more when he settles into bed. Reiner read his message, but didn't respond. That's alright, as long as he's noticed. 

The bare minimum of Reiner's acknowledgement is enough for him. 

Bertholdt's three chapters in when when his phone vibrates again. It's from Reiner. 

I'll be there in a few. 

Bertholdt bites the inside of his mouth. He starts to feel guilty (is he leaving the party because Bertholdt did?), then apprehensive and worried (why is Reiner trying to come home drunk?!), but then there's a part of him abuzz, his stomach swimming in the implications. 

He quickly humbles himself, revelling in the fact they're just friends and he's happy with just that.

Friends that occasionally touch each other more than normal friends would. 

"It's a comfort touch thing," Reiner has claimed many times, including yesterday. 

"And the kissing?" Bertholdt points out, not making eye contact. 

"You don't like it when we kiss?" Reiner raises his chin. 

That's not what I asked, is what Bertholdt wanted to say. 

".. Yes, I do." Reiner hasn't went beyond kissing him yet.  

"Then what's up?" Reiner's caressing his face now. It's so confusing. 

"Nothing. Everything is okay." Bertholdt kisses him roughly in hopes of stopping the conversation. Reiner kisses back equally as hard. 

They separate for air. 

"Come to Eren's party tomorrow night," Reiner persuades. 

The front door opens and pushes close and shoes are kicked off at the door way. A lock clicks and footsteps make their way into the bedroom adjacent to his: Reiner's bedroom. 

He doesn't register the shower's been turned on when he realizes he was half hard, poking the cover of his book. 

From just the thought of kissing him..

He makes the effort of calming himself down and then tunes out the world around him. He manages to finish another chapter.  

Before he could finish another the floor creaks under- already familiarized to Bertholdt- muscular weight, footsteps sure of themselves as they make their way into the tall male's bedroom.

Bertholdt suddenly realizes he didn't reply to the text as he listens to the soft intake of breath. 

"Hey, man." Bertholdt looks up at (short, stocky build, a long T-shirt with a company Bertholdt is unfamiliar with's logo over rotund, beefy chest, it's hem outlining strong, thick thighs that Bertholdt has fantasized about being inbetween numerous times) the composed male.

"Hi." Bertholdt glances over him; the blond bites his lip softly (oh god) as he maintains eye contact with him. Then, Reiner climbs into his bed, slots his body perfectly against Bertholdt's, like he was meant to be there, head resting on his companion's collarbone, leg thrown over Bertholdt's hip bones. 

Even though Reiner has his own room, he's been sleeping in Bertholdt's so much lately that Marco started joking that they should just turn Reiner's room into a guest room. 

It's just a comfort touch thing. 

With sediment thick in his throat, Bertholdt wraps his arm around Reiner's hip, adjusting them on his pillow so that he doesn't have to strain his eyes while reading, now holding the book in his right hand. 

A more comfortable silence fogs the room, and then Bertholdt starts to read out loud to Reiner, even putting in effort of giving the multiple female characters different voices.

Bertholdt rubs his hip and places a kiss onto his temple every so often, knowing from experience that would always make Reiner feel more serene. They've been falling asleep in each other's arms since they were children, during sleepovers where nightmares got a bit too much or just finding comfort in one another's touch.

Reiner relaxes like putty into his side, tracing a finger over the other male's chest, an exhale of mirth leaving him at the correct moments. 

Bertholdt's in the middle of flipping to the next chapter when Reiner speaks: "Were you overthinking?" 

".. Huh?" 

"You never replied, although you read my text immediately after receiving it." Bertholdt suddenly feels guarded. 

"I.. I didn't know how to." 

"So you were." Reiner takes the book from Bertholdt and places it on his nightstand. "What were you thinking?" 

Bertholdt gulps, cheeks reddening. "How.. how was the party?" 

Reiner's finger trails an oval over Bertholdt's chest, eyes revelling in the taller male trembling under his ministrations. 

"It's still going on. Or it was when I left." 

Bertholdt can feel the bed dip next to him. He breaks away from eye contact, watching the mattress cave in to the pressure of Reiner's knee, his other leg swinging over Bertholdt's legs. His eyes widen when Reiner straddles him, his thighs clutching Bertholdt's torso. 

"R-reiner.." Bertholdt gulps, voice shaky. They've-- Reiner's never done this before. "I think you need to rest- you already risked walking home while drunk." Reiner's eyelids flutter close for a moment, tongue wetting his upper lip. 

"I, I only had one drink and I didn't even finish it.. I already drank some water; I'm completely aware right now."

Then after a bated breath, Reiner adds, "Jean and Marco were incredibly wasted. I told them to stay the night at Eren's."

Bertholdt gapes. "H-hnn?" The choked noise leaves him. 

"Jean and Marco won't be home tonight. It's, it's just us.." 

Bertholdt looks into his eyes and something inscrutable passes between them. 

Bertholdt relaxes, head dipping at the feel of Reiner's rough hands on his face. Bertholdt watches him lean forward, drinks in the sweet press of his lips, follows them as they tread back for air. 

Bertholdt doesn't know what he likes yet, so his teeth trail Reiner's neck, sucking the caved fleshed over his collarbone. 

Reiner indulges in it, raising his neck to Bertholdt's lips. The taller male kisses over the tender hickey, then before he could create more, Reiner bends down and snatches his lips. 

The pinks of their mouths are exposed as they kiss, drool trailing over stuttering lips. Feeling particularly bold, Bertholdt flips their positions.

Reiner grins, legs opening to make room for Bertholdt's slender hips. With that boldness still intact, Bertholdt grinds down onto Reiner's crotch. 

The blond whimpers out his name, hands frantically pulling at Bertholdt's shirt. Bertholdt shimmies out his shirt, already sliding down Reiner's body to give his midsection some attention. Reiner drops the shirt, steadily growing hard on Bertholdt's stomach.

As if Bertholdt couldn't get redder, he does, sputtering, "This is new.." Then he adds, "Is, is this okay?"

"Oh yes, fuck," Reiner scrambles to rub his hands over Bertholdt's built stomach. Bertholdt nods, then kisses his throat. 

Bertholdt rakes his teeth over Reiner's shoulder, down to his pectoral, then his lips tickle over his hickey-clustered chest.  

"Oh," Reiner says softly. ".. oh."

Bertholdt hums in inquiry and Reiner replies, "That felt really good.." 

Bertholdt sighs, revelling in the soft rise of Reiner's belly as he kisses his abs. 

Reiner exhales, and then Bertholdt is palming his crotch and his exhales turn sultry. 

"Reiner, can I, uhm, give you a blowjob?" 

Mind a million miles away and not having the clarity to make a witty quip, Reiner blurts out, "Yes!" 

Bertholdt, fueled by his exhilaration, pulls down his boxers to his knees. 

Ah.. He's never seen Reiner's cock this closely before. Albeit, he hasn't seen many and sucked even less. 

With bated breath, Bertholdt places his fingertips on the length and licks a long stripe from the base to the circumcized tip. 

Reiner exhales deeply, hand resting on Bertholdt hair. The tall man repeats the action of licking up his length while alternating between kisses and running his fingertips down the length for a loose handjob effect. 

"Aah, Bert.. baby," A groan rumbles in Reiner's throat, hand carding through black hair. Bertholdt's stomach flutters at the pet name and he decides he wants to hear it more, hear more of his praise, so he gets bolder. 

His tongue and lips move down further, now licking and sucking on his sack, nose nestled against the seam. His palm joins his fingertips and he begins to jerk off his length. 

"Oh, oh fuck," Reiner pants, going slightly crosseyed. His hand leaves Bertholdt's hair to rub a steady palm and a dull press of nails across his shoulders and wherever he can reach on his back. 

Bertholdt tugs on the thick skin with his lips, then pulls Reiner's undercarriage into his mouth. Reiner's hand falls back into Bertholdt's hair, clutching slightly. He loosens his grip when Bertholdt lets go with a pop and raises his head. 

"You can pull on my hair, if you want," Even though Bertholdt isn't really into pain. Reiner's length is now fully hard and pulsing, so Bertholdt wraps his lips around the head and sucks. 

Reiner wastes no time in tugging on Bertholdt's hair, gauging Bertholdt's response with his hazy eyes. The latter maintains eye contact and the former deduces that yes, Bertholdt doesn't mind, so he continues, alternating between tugging and petting his short hair. 

Bertholdt goes deeper, the head now nudging at his uvula. His free hand plays with the blond hair on his pelvis to give him some distraction from this new feeling. 

Reiner's moans shorten in intervals. He's steadily leaking precum and mixed with Bertholdt's saliva and tears, coats his cheeks and chin in the nasty mix of fluids. 

Reiner tests him with a small thrust of his hips- just a small nudge, and Bertholdt's throat tightens around him. Suppressing his choking with a groan, Bertholdt places his hands on the covers under them. 

"Is.." Reiner exhales wantonly, "Is that too much?" Incapable of producing an audible reply, Bertholdt presses his face impossible closer, nose slamming against Reiner's pelvis in encouragement. 

Reiner's losing it. 

"I'm not gonna last long Baby," Reiner warns breathlessly, eyebrows tightly tugged together as he abuses his lip with his teeth. Bertholdt peeks through long eyelashes, jaw starting the cramp. Sliding away, only his tongue laps at Reiner's tip, fisting his twitching length. 

His tongue twists around the head several times, then licks up Reiner's leaking slit. He then takes Reiner into his mouth again. 

Reiner pulls at his hair hard enough to sting his scalp, inducing another low groan from Bertholdt. It vibrates around his tip and Reiner knows he's about to come, so he lets go of Bertholdt and clutches onto the sheets, stuttering out a warning. 

Wave upon wave of his orgasm washes over Reiner, tears pooling his closed eyes as he throws his head back, bucking his hips into Bertholdt's talented mouth. He gasps as he cums, spilling down Bertholdt pulsing throat. Bertholdt wills himself to stay still, throat twitching around the length and liquid forcing its way down. 

Breathing is a struggle, but Bertholdt doesn't move until he's sure Reiner's spent, lips tightening around him as he sucks him clean. 

Thighs trembling and throat itching with a whine, Reiner pulls his softened cock out of Bertholdt's mouth. He collapses onto the pillow. Bertholdt stands. 

Reiner's hand is pressed against his forehead, face hot and damp from sweat. ".. Holy shit," He pants, astonished. Bertholdt huffs through his nose in an amused manner.

"That was.. holy fuck," Reiner looks up at Bertholdt, he's damn near breathless. "You do realize I'll never be able to go back to just jerking myself off, right?" 

Bertholdt doesn't entertain that (rhetorical) question, pulling his shirt over his head. He clumps onto the bed and hovers over Reiner. Reiner accesses the action, a grin on his face. 

"Give me a few minutes to 'restock' before you render my legs useless, babe." 

"Res- NO, we're not doing that!" Bertholdt sputters, blushing. Reiner groans in defeat as the other rubs the sweat off his face using the shirt. "I'm just wiping away the sweat.. 'babe'."

Heat backflips in Reiner's stomach. He pulls the shirt away, palming Bertholdt's crotch with his other hand. 

Bertholdt yelps as he's pushed back against the headboard. 

Reiner wastes no time in rubbing his cheek against the hard curve filling out Bertholdt's pants. Bertholdt's breath is squeezed from him as Reiner pulls his hips closer, his body at a downward slant, teeth pulling at the waistband. 

Reiner watches in frenzied delight as Bertholdt's hard cock greets him with a beaded tip. 

"Its only right that I make it up to you," Reiner husks close to his ear. 

Bertholdt gulps. 

...

Chapter Text

Bertholdt always had this ideology that school and stress go hand and hand. 

Think about it: Adults say without school, a person would be deemed uneducated and unable to integrate into society and make a living. 

But school can also become the source of a person's social anxiety, depression, economic decline, and even their death. 

But hey, at least you get a piece of paper and the fact you know your times tables as reparation.

Bertholdt also believes always keeping up a bubbly, approachable persona is too emotionally draining, especially when it's towards other students. 

Bertholdt's antsy when every other locker stride, a student comes up during class dismissal and greets Reiner with the usual handshakes, hugs, and congratulations on the fact he's on the executive committee board- even though it's been 3 or so months since he's been elected and they're just now figuring it out. 

The blond smiles through it all, voice booming with each jeer and chuckle. It's admirable, really, how good he can act. None of the other students, except Annie and Marcel can see how much of a front he's putting up. 

Reiner's teeter into mental exhaustion is hidden, but Bertholdt can see right through him.

Once they have some privacy, Bertholdt hunches over slightly, drawing Reiner's eyes to him. 

The shorter male's eye lids drooped, his eye bags lax. His eyebrows furrowed, slightly curling along with his lips. 

It's almost comical how just a look can transpire a blowjob. 

They go to Bertholdt's dorm. It's closer. His dormmates always go out with their partners or friends in the afternoon. They won't be back until dawn. 

"I needed this," says Reiner, sitting on the edge of Bertholdt's bunk. He takes a deep breath, rolling his head back. Bertholdt places his and Reiner's shoes at the door then heads for the drawer, knowing that his dormmates keep lube there. 

He finds what he's looking for and places it on the bunk. Reiner pops his neck as Bertholdt places a warm hand on the column of his throat. 

His fingers trail up, wrap around to the base of his neck and his thumb rubs over Reiner's adam's apple. The latter's tired eyes glisten as he gazes up at Bertholdt. 

Bertholdt's had lots of practice with this. His middle and ring finger rub through the short buzz of hair on Reiner's neck. His thumb slides over his jugular, caressing a tense spot. Reiner softly exhales. 

"I'm so.. fucking over it." Reiner closes his eyes. 

Bertholdt hums. 

"I like being apart of the executive committee, I really do, but the constant.. bitching and invalidation on top of classes is just too much sometimes." 

Reiner's slumped, and now noticeably fatigued. His entire persona collapsed. He looks like a desk worker taking a break in his cubicle during a nightshift.

Bertholdt's hands work their way down to his exposed collarbone. 

"I sent those goddamn emails, I did everything that man (whom he's referring to, Bertholdt doesn't know) wanted. I even," Reiner's voice hitches, "I even used my own downtime, time I could've spent studying for classes, on putting in lots of effort in the newsletter and no one even noticed." 

"I really enjoyed it." Reiner doesn't need corrections right now. He doesn't need to be reprimanded for his language. Bertholdt leans over the stressed out male as he reaches for the hem of his shirt. 

"I really liked the stickers you made. It even had our school logo. The Wings of Freedom were a nice touch." Reiner smiles, arching his back so Bertholdt could roll his shirt up to his chest. 

"I'm not a good artist or anything, but I want to put my heart into everything I do for the school." 

"You did amazing Reiner." Bertholdt kisses his stomach. "You do amazing every day." 

Reiner eats up the compliments as his jeans are unbuttoned. 

"Where should I start?" Bertholdt calmly waits for instruction as Reiner mulls over it in his head. 

"Well.. you already unbuttoned my pants, so.." pink stains Reiner's ears. Bertholdt smiles slightly. 

"Alright." And with that, he settles in-between Reiner's legs.

Bertholdt unzips his jeans then pulls them down by the hem. Reiner scoots a bit closer to the edge of the bunk. 

With Reiner's jeans folded out of the way, Bertholdt places his hands onto Reiner's torso. He takes his time mapping out Reiner's abdomen with his lips. He ends his venture at the tufts of blond hair running into plaid boxers. 

Bertholdt admires the curve pressing against the green, red, and blue design. He slides his hands over Reiner's hips, down over his thighs, before cupping the underside of them in his hands and throwing Reiner's legs over his shoulder. 

Reiner's exhale comes out reedy. He loves this part. 

Bertholdt mouths his bulge, humming languidly. His tongue swipes back and forth, wetting the cloth. Reiner moans when Bertholdt's lips press against his trapped dick. Afterwards, he pulls back. 

With a firm hold on Reiner's thighs, Bertholdt hunches over, pulling them both onto the bed. In one smooth motion, Bertholdt frees Reiner's cock and wraps his lips around the tip. 

Reiner mutters out his pleasure, hand clutching the sheet underneath him. 

Bertholdt spreads Reiner's legs a bit wider, lips sliding over the base of the blond's dick. He keeps Reiner's thighs still with a tight grasp, effectively prohibiting all movement. It turns Reiner on more than he cares to admit, the pressure of the taller male's hands on him, the manhandling. 

Suddenly, his phone buzzes in his shirt pocket. 

Bertholdt goes deeper, coating all of Reiner's manhood in his saliva. He draws back a few inches, swirling the tip around his tongue. 

Reiner moans, but then his pocket vibrates once more. His eyes dart to his phone, eyebrows furrowed. Bertholdt pulls away. 

"You can check your phone." Bertholdt kisses Reiner's inner thigh. "You won't see much of what I do to you next anyway." 

"Fuck," Reiner obeys. He picks up his phone and unlocks the screen as Bertholdt's teeth rake over the crevice between his groin and thigh. His thumbs press into the soft skin and his hands cup his ass when Reiner sucks his teeth. 

"It's the committee again." 

Bertholdt peers up at him. "They're pestering you again?" 

"Yeah. Incomplete pressing matters that I already attended to.." Reiner mutters, a crease forming in his forehead. 

Bertholdt pulls back. "Do you want to talk about it?" 

"Bro what I really want to do right now is ride you until my legs cramp." 

"Oh," Bertholdt's voice cracks. "Then, uhm, hand me that lube next to you?" 

Reiner throws his silenced phone onto the nightstand and then gives Bertholdt the lube. He tests the lube with his fingers, then he pours some straight onto Reiner's hole. 

His cock twitches in his pants at the sight of Reiner's hole pulsing. He coats two fingers in the substance pooling near his crack and plunges them into Reiner's quivering opening. 

Reiner's face scrunches up, a whine leaving his lips. His hand run over his reddening chest. 

Bertholdt works his fingers inside deeper, short nails scratching against his walls. 

"Fuck, it's, it's been too long," Reiner trails off into a groan as Bertholdt drills into him. 

"You haven't been prepping yourself lately?" The stab of Bertholdt's fingers might've been intentional. 

"Ah! Oh, I, no I haven't." Reiner rolls his nipple in his fingers. "Do that again.." 

Bertholdt's only dumbfounded for a second before he presses onto Reiner's prostate again once, twice, then presses his thumb against Reiner's perineum. 

Reiner's lower belly feels hot. His nipples are hard against his fingertips. His eyes are heavy with tears. Fuck, this is exhilarating- it makes the bullshit he goes through everyday fulfilling. 

Bertholdt leans down, running his tongue along the seam of Reiner's ball sack. Reiner exclaims in pleasure. He reaches out for any of Bertholdt he can touch like this, the searing flame in his lower stomach amplifying. 

The skilled man in-between his legs pulls his body closer to his mouth after taking his cock back into his mouth. Another finger joins in pumping Reiner, while his other hand links with the other's shaking outstretched hand and squeezes.

Reiner's whine breaks out into a stretched out moan as he cums into Bertholdt's mouth. The heels of his feet dig into Bertholdt's back, his thighs squeeze his head. 

His temporary lightheadedness and blurriness would not distract Reiner from locking his eyes with Bertholdt's wet ones as the latter pulls back, cheeks filled to the brim. 

Hm, it must've been a while. Bertholdt swallows it all, exhaling once his mouth is empty. He then gently lowers and pulls his sweaty companion completely back onto the bed. 

"I'll get you clean with a rag-" 

"Not.. not yet." Reiner drawls, regaining movement in his limbs. "Didn't I say I was gonna ride you?" Bertholdt hesitates. 

".. You just had an orgasm after such a stressful day. And you're tired anyways."  

"I haven't gotten you off yet." Reiner sits up with a grunt and reaches for Bertholdt's belt. "You didn't stretch me out to not fill me up, right?" 

Bertholdt flushes. He gives in too easily. 

"L-let me atleast get you a glass of water." Reiner's heart swells. Bertholdt is always putting him first. 

"Alright." 

Bertholdt nearly jogs into the small kitchen. Now left to his own devices for a second, Reiner tugs off his sweaty flannel shirt and throws it near his folded pants (knowing he'll probably need to get his clothes on quickly before Bertholdt's dormmates come home). 

He just finished removing his socks when Bertholdt walks in with a plastic cup. 

He reaches for the cup with one hand, and pulls Bertholdt close with his other. Bertholdt exclaims in surprise as he's maneuvered onto the bed on his back, then bug-eyed mystified when Reiner pins his lower body down with his thighs. 

"Uhm, I don't have any condoms.." Reiner throws his head back as he gulps down the absolutely delicious water. Ah, he did need that. 

Reiner sets the empty cup on the nightstand. 

"That's fine." Reiner runs his hands down Bertholdt's covered upper body before finally getting the chance to unbuckle his belt. 

"I don't have an enema either.." Bertholdt peeks down at Reiner's hands unzipping his fly. "N-not like I was going to cum inside of you or anything, but..." 

He trails off as Reiner fumbles through his underwear and clasps his firming dick. 

"On second thought, I'll just use my fingers," Bertholdt decides, cheeks warming as Reiner strokes him. Reiner chuckles. 

"Always such a pushover." 

"Ah.. well, y'know.." Bertholdt mumbles into a moan. 

"Mhm, I know." Reiner pours some lube onto Bertholdt's cock. He's stroked slick when Reiner breathes out, "You're always there for me at my worst, so let me show you my best.." 

He sits up on his knees, Bertholdt's length pressing against his hole. In one smooth nudge, the tip slides past his rim. Reiner bites his lip as he braces himself with his hands on either side of the trembling person beneath him's shoulders. 

"Fuck, Rei!" Bertholdt moans shakily, "You're so tight!" 

Reiner shudders with each inch sliding deeper and deeper. Bertholdt gives him as much encouragement and praise as he can while the stimulation damn near erupts inside of himself. 

"Fuck, fuck, oh shit.." Tears roll down Reiner's face 4 inches in. "It really has been a while." 

Bertholdt sits up and pulls him close. Reiner's leaking member pulses in-between their stomachs. 

"Please, take it slow. I don't want to hurt you." Bertholdt wipes away his tears. His freehand clutches Reiner's and squeezes it, like when Reiner reached for him earlier. 

"No, ah, there's barely any discomfort.." Reiner damn near squeaks out between soft moans, "I think I'm still sensitive from when you were pretty much fucking me with your fingers." 

Bertholdt reddens even deeper in embarrassment. "O-oh." 

Reiner exhales in mirth at his expression. He loves when Bertholdt's like this during sex, and Bertholdt knows it.

Bertholdt closes his eyes, sweat rolling past his temple. He gulps when Reiner's seated in his lap, cock enveloped completely. 

He opens his eyes to Reiner exhaling slowly. The blond bites his lip as he raises his hips, then lowers a few inches. 

He repositions himself, pressing his knees deeper onto the mattress and leaning closer to the gasping man under him. Their hands are still joined from where they're pressed onto the bed. 

Reiner gazes down at Bertholdt as he continues his movement. The latter whimpers through tight lips, jaw clenched and dripping with perspiration. 

Bertholdt reddens considerably as his (very noticeable) reactions are gauged. Reiner's hand slides from his clothed shoulder to his warm neck, then treads over the smoldering skin of his cheek. 

Bertholdt closes his eyes shyly and whines. Reiner gets vocal as well, after shifting his hips and finding an angle that causes Bertholdt to prod his prostate. 

"Shit, Reiner.." It's even harder for Bertholdt to control himself when Reiner sounds like this. He grabs Reiner's hip with his freehand and pulls him flush against his body. 

"What-" Reiner's gasps, perplexed, while Bertholdt sits up and positions himself to where his heels press into his haunches. His sentence was knocked out of him at a powerful thrust.

Bertholdt's movements were quick and sharp, his cock vigorously sliding against Reiner's prostate. The sounds of skin on skin and the bed's creaking could not compare to the breathy gasping and moaning from the pair. 

Reiner's mouth was wide and loud. His face, ears, neck- he was burning up everywhere and his mind was lost. The pleasure was like electricity, spreading from the top of his head to the tips of his cramping toes. 

Bertholdt's loud, panting Reiner's name out more than actual breath, praising Reiner's body, his voice. An unbearable feeling fills Reiner, a magma flowing through his bowels and boils in his gut that increases as his insides are being punched. 

Fuck, he's crying. He rarely enjoys crying. This is one of those times where he does. He needed this so badly. Bertholdt's always been too good to him. He pulls his hand away from Bertholdt's and clutches his back. Bertholdt's freed hand grabs Reiner's hip and holds Reiner in place as he tips them over and fucks Reiner into the mattress. 

"Bertholdt!!" Reiner cries as he cums in-between them, his cock pulses with each release. Bertholdt's groan is shaky as he cums into Reiner's twitching hole. 

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Reiner sobs, pausing in-between to peck Bertholdt's lips and nose. 

Bertholdt pants, whispering a dismissive "You don't need to thank me," once his muscles stop trembling and he's done pulling out. He tries to depart, but Reiner grabs his face and presses an open mouth kiss onto his mouth. 

His chest blooms in- what it is, Reiner isn't sure of, but he knows it's something positive, almost gratuitous, but not quite- but he licks into Bertholdt's mouth with as much vigour as he can muster. 

Bertholdt's breath is shaky when Reiner sucks on his bottom lip and lets go with a pop. Somewhere in the distance, Reiner's phone buzzes, but only Bertholdt hears it. 

Another whisper of appreciation is all that registers to Reiner before he falls asleep, this afternoon the remedy he needed to forget all of his problems for atleast one night. 

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Chapter Text

Bertholdt doesn't mind his height very much. It is annoying sometimes; especially when Connie and Jean constantly pester him on how lucky he is to be so tall, or when Sasha tries to climb him to get a better view, or the death stares he withers away at from Levi. 

Fortunately, despite being usually the tallest in the room, he isn't picked out of the crowd very often. And even though he's a staggering 6'4, girls don't prey on him. He didn't even know some girls like to harass tall guys until Reiner complained to him about it. 

Oh, that's one of the few reasons as to why he likes being tall: Reiner. 

Reiner's a good 6'1 himself, but he still likes to tease Bertholdt on how tall he is. Things like grabbing his chin so they could be at eye level, or leaning back into him and asking him "How's the weather up there, big guy?" 

It's cute. Reiner's cute sometimes. He rarely pushes Bertholdt's boundaries or makes him (too) uncomfortable about his height. That's one of the reasons why Bertholdt fell in love with him. Guess he loves his blondes with a little sugar and spice. 

But is being in love any excuse for staring at Reiner's chest from above? 

With being just a head taller than him (and usually four steps behind Reiner anyways), Bertholdt can easily peek into the male's loose shirt and see the jut of his collarbone and then curve of his pecs that cause his shirt to swell. 

And then Bertholdt's mind wanders to how sensitive his chest could be, how perk he could make his nipples, how many hickeys and nibbles he could paint onto that soft, supple skin and then he has to either excuse himself from the room or think about the smell and sight of rotten flesh instead so he doesn't pitch a fairly impressive tent in front of everyone. 

He doesn't want a repeat of when Ymir of all people noticed. 

And it's not like Bertholdt's never seen Reiner without a shirt on! Before he developed feelings, he couldn't have cared less! And when it was just a crush, there was no need to stare from afar like when he was in love with Annie, since he and Reiner stuck close together. And now that they're actually dating (Bertholdt can hardly believe it himself), it's almost as if he's a "pubescent twerp who just discovered the joy of tits again" (Ymir's words, not his). 

There's two sides of Bertholdt when it comes to Reiner: The side that wants to stay by his side forever and be prince that always saves his ass from the trouble he seems to always get himself into, and the side yearning to rip off his clothes and fuck said ass raw until he can't sit down right for a week. 

The latter side is growing unsurmountable the longer Reiner stands shoulder to shoulder with him, sighing in bliss when a breeze cools his sweaty body.

Sweat slides in-between the crevice of his pecs, darkening his green shirt and pressing the fabric to his body. 

Did Reiner ask him a question? The wind picks up a bit, and Bertholdt mutters in acknowledgement as his nipples harden very noticeably against his damp shir-.

"Bert, my eyes are up here," Reiner sighs, lifting his head with his fingers. 

"Oh!" Bertholdt's face reddens. "Oh, shit, I, uhm.." 

"Did you hear a single word I said?" Reiner quirks an eyebrow. 

".. no," Bertholdt glances away in embarrassment. Reiner huffs through his nose.

"I-i'm sorry for staring like that.. again." Reiner's face softens. 

"Stop that." Bertholdt faces him in question. "Looking like a wounded puppy. It's okay, I was only talking about the weather." 

Reiner's thumb and pointer finger grabs a hold of his chin. "Besides, it kinda boosts my ego a bit." He presses a chaste kiss to Bertholdt's lips. 

When he pulls away, Bertholdt's eyes are glossy. "So you don't find it weird?" 

"It's only mildly annoying when you don't catch what I say the first time. It's hard to stay mad at you when you make that face." Reiner glances down at his lips again, then kisses him harder. A moan claws at Bertholdt's throat as he leans into the kiss, hands coming for purchase on Reiner's hips. 

Reiner lets go of his chin and separates their lips with his fingers. "I think it's more disappointing that you're all stare and no action," He teases. Bertholdt's breath hitches, and he glances around. 

They're a good hike away from where they set up camp, on the excuse that Reiner wanted company while on a jog. They can't go back; there's basically no privacy there. 

Reiner hums in inquiry as he presses their bodies closer together, his chest squished erotically into Bertholdt's. Bertholdt bites back a swear. 

They're in a heavily wooded area, with some of the trees thick enough for two people to hide behind if they're facing each other.. 

"Uhm, then, this way.." They hold hands as Bertholdt guides them to an area out of view from prying eyes. Reiner chuckles, but spares a glance around as well.  

The tree Bertholdt picked was partially uprooted, the ground dug up possibly by some excavator or a comically large parade of dogs. It's gigantic roots created intricate branches of tangles stuffed with dirt, leaves and grass. Unless someone was really trying to peak, they wouldn't be seen. Bertholdt double checks around the area, and then turns to Reiner.

"Can- may I.. touch your chest?" Bertholdt's heartbeat pounds in his ears as Reiner gives his consent. He leans forward and presses an open mouth kiss onto Reiner's neck, his hands creeping up his shirt. 

Reiner trembles in his hold, that part of his neck being very sensitive to him. Bertholdt's lips ghost down his jugular, then he picks Reiner up with one forearm while his other hand traverses up his abs. 

"Oh," Reiner breathes, wrapping his legs around Bertholdt's torso and putting his hands on his shoulders. Bertholdt's legs replace his forearm for leverage, and his other hand joins in cupping Reiner's chest. 

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, this is even better than what he imagined. Bertholdt squeezes his pecs, giddy by how muscular and heavy, yet soft and supple they are. 

Reiner watches the hands prodding around in his shirt as Bertholdt gives the other side of his neck some attention. He can't help his wiggles of excitement as Bertholdt's fingers inch closer to his nipples. 

In all honesty, Reiner really likes playing with his chest. A lighthearted squeeze here and there, pinching his nipples, things like that. It's like built-in stress balls, he can't help it! However, having Bertholdt touch and play with his chest turns him on so much more, and coupling that with how sensitive they are because he plays with them a lot, there's no debate as to why Reiner might throw away his entire personality for this. 

Bertholdt's kisses along the underside of his jawline veer to the shell of his ear, and that's when he whispers, "Can I, uhm, touch your...?" 

"Yes, yes," Reiner chants, impatient as Bertholdt pulls the hem of his shirt over his upper body in a way that causes his chest to recoil. 

Heat sears Bertholdt's stomach and he wastes no time rubbing the hard buds with the pads of his thumb, face reddening in the way Reiner pushes into his touch. 

"Mn, more.." Reiner goads with a sultry stare. Bertholdt gulps as he pinches his nipples in-between his thumb and pointer finger and twists just slightly. 

Reiner mutters, "Yeah, just like that.." rutting his hips into Bertholdt's stomach. Bertholdt doubles down with his motions, pulling at his nipples and circling his nails around his areolas. 

Reiner bites his lip, dick hardening in his shorts. Bertholdt can definitely feel it too, since he pushes his own arousal against it. Reiner forces off his sneakers, then digs the heels of his feet in Bertholdt's lower back, greedy for more contact. 

"Reiner.." The blond looks away from his chest to Bertholdt, who's eyes were mostly pupil, with a sliver of control outlining his usually steel blue eyes. 

He presses against Reiner's lower lip and licks past his teeth, prompting Reiner to close his lips around the intrusion and retaliate with the same determination. 

Reiner's hands clutch onto the sides of Bertholdt's head as his tongue slips against his, while his fingers twists and pull his sensitive nipples like dials. 

Reiner groans into Bertholdt's mouth, picking up the pace of his grinding. With a tremble of his lips, Bertholdt moans, "Reiner, I.." 

He pulls away from their lip lock and gasps, then tries again, "Reiner I want to, lemme go further, please?" 

"Yes Bert, give me more, I'm, I'm, so close.." Reiner closes his eyes and focuses on his breathing, realizing he should stay as quiet as possible. 

Bertholdt wraps his arms around Reiner's back to pull him closer, then buried his face in his chest. 

"Ah!" A jolt runs down Reiner's spine as a warm tongue swirls around his nipple. 

"Is this okay?" Bertholdt sucks on the lower side of his pecs softly. 

Reiner mutters in satisfaction, a hand clutching at Bertholdt's shirt. His muscles twitch as he peeks through his eyelashes at Bertholdt placing more open mouthed kisses on his creamy skin. 

"I-i want to mark you up.. watch what pretty colors I can bruise into your beautiful skin," Bertholdt palms his pecs in his hands and licks up the span of skin between them. "But I want to try that when we go back home.. does that sound okay?" 

Damn, that sounds erotic as fuck. Reiner mewls, his tummy searing with his orgasm nearing. Bertholdt slides their hips together as he latches his lips onto Reiner's nipple, nibbling on the pink bud. 

Reiner comes with a groan when Bertholdt tugs his nipple with his teeth, hips twitching against Bertholdt's. 

Bertholdt's own cry is muffled by Reiner's pecs as he spills into his own pants. 

They take a moment to breathe and blink away their dizziness. Reiner looks down and.. yep, his nipples look and feel mauled. He smiles. 

"If this is the shit you think of when you're staring at my chest, you better start dragging me behind trees more often." He snickers when Bertholdt groans sheepishly into his collarbone. 

Once recollected, Bertholdt pulls away and helps Reiner onto his own feet. He steps back to help pick up his shoes, but trips over a tree root and hits the ground with a crinkly thud. 

"Oh shit, are you okay?" As a response, Bertholdt hisses in pain. 

"Oh, there you two are." 

"A-annie!" Bertholdt spins around and jumps onto his feet. Annie's jaw is tense, her stare reprimanding. Her presence in this scenario radiates dismay, like when a mother catches her son sneaking out in disobedience. And to fit the role as the son, Bertholdt can feel the sweat rolling down his temple and his heartbeat palpitating. 

"I didn't know we were playing hide and seek," Reiner jeers, pulling on his shoes. Annie's head tilts just slightly. 

"It's more of you two playing hooky and deciding to suck on each other's faces behind a tree." Annie shakes her head in disgust. "And pull down your shirt." 

Bertholdt's metaphorically shitting bricks now. 

"As you saw, there was more than face sucking happening behind this tree," Reiner quips, pulling his shirt over his chest. Annie's already walking back to camp with Bertholdt shuffling behind her, face beet red. 

He relishes in the ache of his pecs and nipples, a small grin gracing his lips. 

"Y'know," Reiner begins once he catches up to the pair, "you really missed out on a godly mouth and some skilled hands when you didn't reciprocate Bert's feelings for you." 

"Oh?" Annie side eyes him.

"I am going to cry." Bertholdt laments. Annie can't help but grin as Reiner clutches his sides in laughter. 

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