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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Reiner_Braun/Bertolt_Hoover
  Character:
      Reiner_Braun, Bertolt_Hoover
  Additional Tags:
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Semi-Public_Sex, Anal_Sex, Mildly
      Dubious_Consent, Macro/Micro, Frottage, Power_Play, Breathplay, Spanking,
      Rough_Sex, Consensual_Violence
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-02-25 Updated: 2015-08-08 Chapters: 4/? Words: 2096
****** Hot Damn ******
by gaysexcult_(Lalaen)
Summary
     Just reibert porn drabbles, guys. All under 1k and will vary in kinks
     and/or content. Canonverse.
     Mildly dubious consent tag is there just because Bertholdt isn't
     comfortable with some situations, and I'm playing it safe because I
     know some people are extremely sensitive about consent issues.
***** Almost Public Sex *****
Bertholdt stifled a gasp in his pillow, body stiff and tense with anxiety. He
was twisted half on his side and half on his stomach, blankets covering him
almost completely and Reiner balls-deep in his ass. He could hear the chatter
of the barracks during free hour around them, including Jean and Connie's loud
joking and Eren's irate kicking of the bedpost right under them. Reiner's
steady hand on his lower back calmed him just enough to keep him from
completely freaking out, but not moving at all or making a sound as his
partner's cock hit his most sensitive places was almost impossible. He had no
idea how Reiner even had the balls to stay mostly visible, never mind pulling
it off. How was no one noticing them?
His breath quickened as he heard loud footsteps next to the bed and one of the
boy's voices as they walked by. He was going to hyperventilate any moment now.
Reiner stopped as whoever it was came closest, his thumb rubbing soothing
circles on Bertholdt's skin to wordlessly tell him it was ok. It was beyond
easy to imagine what lewd things he'd be saying right now if he could.
Bertholdt could almost hear him purring, "You're so tight, Bertl." He always
teased about how the taller boy would clamp down when he got nervous during sex
- which was usual.
Bertholdt had been fingered during free hour before - more than once. The first
time Reiner had actually carried on a full conversation with Connie, Franz and
Dietrich from across the room while three fingers deep in Bertholdt's ass, who
was curled up under the blankets next to him and much like now, terrified to
move. This had taken things to a whole new and unexpected level, however.
Through the blanket over his face, Bertholdt could see the other boys moving
around as shapes and shadows. He was all too aware of how he couldn't see where
they were looking, suddenly convinced they must be looking at him. He could
think of nothing but how the blanket fell on him and what his own outline
betrayed.
In his distraction he wasn't ready for Reiner to hit whatever it was inside of
him that made his pleasure spike, and he couldn't bite back a yelp. His insides
went cold when Reiner stopped, which indicated someone was looking at them. He
had a moment to realize just how aware he was of the throbbing in his cock and
how the tip of it brushed the bed, gaining the barest whisper of friction with
each one of Reiner's strokes.
The already irregular thrusting became more so, Bertholdt's feet twitching as
the bundle of nerves inside of him was hit several times in quick succession.
Hands fisted tight in the blankets, he couldn't hold back a tiny squeal when
Reiner's hand was suddenly wrapping around him. He pressed his face in the
pillow tightly enough to make his nose hurt as he felt Reiner tensing and
twitching when he reached his orgasm, miraculously quiet.
Reiner's softening cock slipped out of him, and he felt cum run down the cleft
of his ass and his thigh. He grimaced, but the firm hand jerking his cock
pulled him away from distaste. He tried to gasp through the feather ticking of
his pillow, his body jerking violently without his permission. He could feel
Reiner struggling to hold him still, and he suffocated himself in the pillow to
hide the breathy little squeak that he just couldn't help as he managed a tense
climax. Finally turning his face out of the pillow, he struggled to catch his
breath. He was dizzy from lack of air. His first thought was utter terror that
someone had noticed - the second was that the cum drying between his legs was
starting to stick his asscheeks together.
Reiner gave him a gentle pat on the ass; though as usual not as gentle as he
probably thought. Bertholdt shifted around to kick him best he could, which
ended up being more of a rough knee to some identified body part.
He peeked out under the blankets, wanting to see if anyone had noticed
anything; and ended up having to admit that if they did they weren't showing
it. He buried his face back into the pillow regardless, hiding his burning
blush.
Bertholdt really wished they didn't have to take such drastic measures to be
intimate.
***** Armored Titan *****
Chapter Notes
     i am either on a roll or these are way too easy to write
Bertholdt gasped for breath, one massive finger pressing down on his chest with
such perfectly controlled strength. That strength could easily crush his
ribcage, but he was only winded. In his titan, Reiner had access to limitless
power. He could easily destroy or kill anything, never mind one frail human.
However, when it came to Bertholdt he was and always had been capable of such
astonishing gentleness. Reiner could kill him now, could stop his heart in an
instant. The knowledge that Bertholdt would be powerless to stop him was both
dizzying and stupidly, incredibly hot.
His back arched off the ground in sheer desperation for air as Reiner removed
his finger, and he rolled on his side to cough as his lungs burned. That was
not all that was tight and hot - the desire that lay like a coiled spring in
the pit of his stomach made him want to squirm. Reiner's huge hand curled in a
protective scoop behind him, and he stayed limp and let himself be carefully
nudged into the open hand. The heat from Reiner's skin was as overwhelming as
it was comforting. Not only did Bertholdt have a remarkable tolerance for heat,
he also associated it with nothing but safety - the unbearable heat of being in
his own titan and nearly invincible, or the unquestionable security of being
close to Reiner's titan's chest. He rolled into his back in Reiner's palm,
looking up with pleading eyes at that unreadable face as he was lifted closer.
No matter what form he was in, Reiner read him very easily indeed, and he
nudged Bertholdt flat with a gentle tap with a fingertip which then moved
south, rough skin pulling at the fabric of the thin shirt underneath. He
touched with none of the finesse he usually would have, hands trailing over the
long-memorized plains of that lean body, but the ghost of that was still there,
and Bertholdt was almost as breathless as he'd been when his ribcage was
compressed. He whined as that fingertip brushed over his cock, a shudder
running through his entire body. Though he was very fit, Reiner was much
stronger and could overpower him even normally. It was nothing for Reiner to
smother him with one of his broad hands and hold him down even when he
struggled. That in itself was amazing, but this, oh this...
He was normally a boy who was rather hard to arouse and even harder to bring to
orgasm; requiring a lot of teasing and cajoling in his most anxious moments.
Now, he could only mewl and rut up against the finger which rubbed against him
firmly enough to shove him back a few inches.
Bertholdt yelped as he came to climax, knocking his head against the fingers
that curled around him. Stars flashed behind his eyes, but he hardly cared. He
found that he'd been brought right up to Reiner's face, and after a few
attempts he was able to shakily sit up, propped up on one arm.
He fearlessly placed a kiss on the plate of his lover's jaw, a quiet thank you.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     Evident kinks are evident.
Bertholdt stifled a yelp into his sleeve, his body trembling. He was no
stranger to pain - any noises he made were because Reiner's hand on his ass was
startling, even though he expected it. Maybe more because he expected it. He
knew another blow was coming; waited, anticipated it. A submissive mewl of
satisfaction escaped his lips as his partner roughly groped his ass, making his
sore skin smart.
The momentary pause was a nonverbal 'had enough?', a question Reiner wouldn't
ask. He knew well that Bertholdt would never lift a finger for himself, would
never say stop or no. Reiner was the careful guardian of his limits, in this
and in all else. Only a few heaving breaths later, another strike had his ass
on fire. Reiner did not pull hits on him, knew he did not have to. For a time
there had been a disconnect. It was impossible to raise a hand against that
which one was sworn to protect; never mind the strong bond between them.
Bertholdt's teeth sunk into his lip as his body jolted again, and he tasted
blood. It just made his adrenaline pump harder; his muscles strain and cord in
his arms as he suppressed the urge to generate his titan. Reiner still could
not bear to hit him if he could see his face, and though that still left
Bertholdt wanting for truly rough fare; that which would only be even remotely
safe for a shifter who could heal at will, it still left the best and easiest.
As the true ache of deep bruising kicked in, Bertholdt's breath became a
constant litany of tiny whimpers, each hit creating pain so intense it made his
stomach and throat clench. He did not realize there were tears in his eyes
until he noticed that his sleeve was wet. He flinched when Reiner next touched
him, expecting agony and startled instead by the incredible gentleness of those
calloused fingers as they slid to his waist. He was tugged effortlessly up to
his knees, then back; strong arms supporting him as he was suddenly too weak to
hold himself up.
He fell back against Reiner, who twisted him around so he'd be resting on his
hip. It was a gesture that spoke of both experience and incredible
protectiveness. A broad thumb swiped over his cheek, brushing the tears away.
Dark brown eyes that were filled with concern met his, and searched in them for
anything he could understand. Maybe there was nothing to find, because he only
pushed Bertholdt's head into the crook of his neck and held him tight, cradling
him like he was half his age.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Summary
     Very rough shifter sex.
Chapter Notes
     This one is for Reibert Week 2015 Day 5: Forget Me Not
Blunt nails dug into Bertholdt's skin, harder and harder until tendrils of
steam curled up from his flesh.
Don't forget me. Not this time.
The teeth sinking viciously into the side of his neck reassured him that beyond
a shadow of a doubt; this was his man. This was Reiner. Despite what the
violence might indicate, he was safe in the arms of the warrior he had grown up
with. The boy was hiding his confusion with this possessive mood, knowing only
that he had not been with Bertholdt - who was used to this coping mechanism. He
did not care. Each time Reiner left him, he was more and more frightened that
his partner would never come back. His desperation to see the Reiner he so
loved back made him grateful for each mark.
He was always grateful for the pain. Bertholdt loved to hurt, and often Reiner
was too gentle for his liking. Now, in this mood, that was no issue. Were
Bertholdt not a shifter, there might be another issue all together. As it was,
steam poured around them as teeth broke flesh. Bertholdt's fingers sunk
painfully into the dirt as he scrabbled for purchase, Reiner's hands shaking as
he tried to remove the pants that still separated them. Bertholdt was more than
happy to help him take them off, popping the button and squirming his hips. The
pants, being white, were already filthy. That was a problem with having sex
outside, but with Reiner this bloodthirsty it was an absolute necessity. Once
Reiner had actually snapped his wrist in this state, and although unlike the
bitemarks it was definitely an accident they had not stopped for it to heal.
Maybe they also owed the ability to fight or fuck through pain to their warrior
training.
Later, Reiner would apologize profusely; thrown into a near panic by the damage
he'd caused. It was the principal that upset him. It didn't matter that
Bertholdt could repair it. Now it was this fierce claiming, some desperate
nearly-instinctive attempt to make up for the time he'd been gone.
Not again. Not this time.
He knew Reiner could not change it if he tried. It was unfair to ask it of him.
His partner wanted to leave him no more than he wanted to be left.
Bertholdt dug his nails deeply into Reiner's shoulders.
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