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Name: Bertholdt Hoover Age: 16 Occupation: Student Relationship: Single Part of the Modern SNK Universe group.

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He went along with the movement, happy to finally be off his feet, though embarrassed with his legs wide open.  Reiner could see everything, well, just as much now as his boxers were pulled down and the seeping mess of precum dribbling down the head of his cock.  The wood of the stool was cold on his backside but he still burned so, legs splayed about for easier access to the erection nestled in a crown of curly, rich black pubic hair.

Hiding his eyes behind long, thin fingers, the giant of a boy wasn't entirely sure what to wonder what Reiner meant.  Whatever Reiner was going to do, he needed to do it fast before the shopkeeper realized how long they were taking in the dressing room.  "M-my first--?"  Bertholdt breathed out, looking down at the blond between his tan legs and the hand nestled on the thick of his cock. 

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Just the moment, Bertholdt begged for something - Reiner interpreted he wanted that - the blond raised his head licking and nipping the taller’s earlobe. “It’s ok…”, he cooed in a soft voice. Momentarily, he stopped grinding just so he could slip his free hand between their bodies all the way down to Bertholdt’s crotch, giving him a firm grope. “I’ll do it quick.”

Since the raven haired boy didn’t manage to pull his pants up the whole time, Reiner had no troubles fumbling and working Bertholdt’s erection with his skilled fingers through the fabric of the boxer shorts. In the meantime the blond had left a trail of kisses from the ear down to the neck, where he was now playfully biting and leaving faint marks here and there.

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Bertholdt's hazy set of eyes grew wider when Reiner's hand touched him.  He hadn't been able to tug up his pants, those were the last thing on his mind, but he hadn't expected his blond friend to get rather...hands on.  He leaned his forehead forward on Reiner's shoulder, breath hitched and body shuddering.  His arms wrapped around the blond, not wanting to let go just yet.

"Reiner--"  His voice, hushed and rushed slipped out of his lips, unsure what to think of of this feeling.  "It feels...too good."  It was electric, warm, nothing like the times he had touched himself.  Reiner's hand was rough, the cotton of his boxers rubbing against his growing erection just as rough for as it was soft.  He was too taken up by anything else to be able to stop Reiner bruising his skin, not that he would want him to end his attention.  He had long forgotten where they were, though still tried to keep himself quiet since it was just his nature.

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sorry for posting again ,but i think they should be together

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Reiner could barely keep himself under control, his body getting hot from all the excitement. They only had one real kiss before - the day before this date - so they had a lot to make up. Not to mention, how sexually frustrated Reiner was. The blond had been longing for someone else’s warmth for so long and now he was finally able to love again. And not just someone else—

It was Bertholdt.

Feeling even more turned on by the taller’s rough behaviour, Reiner pressed his body against the other even more, maybe even close to crush his lover against the wall, as he explored the other’s cavity with his tongue. Only when he was out of breath, he pulled back, a thin thread of saliva connecting their lips. “Bertl…” he whispered under his shaky panting breath, eyes half-closed. In the meantime one hand was now stemmer against the wall, shielding his lover on one side, while the other hand was restlessly fumbling and tracing Bertholdt’s body through the clothing, as he burried his face in the other’s crook and took a deep breath of the scent. “Bertl…” It was that distinguished smell of new clothes, but mixed with the sweet yet salty with a touch of mosky scent of Bertholdt. It was overwhelming enough to make Reiner loose his mind for a moment. The blond forcefully placed himself in a comfortable position to grind his hips against the other’s.

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With lips free for only the moment, Bertholdt let out a quiet whimper, biting at his bottom lip as he gazed at Reiner through a hazy set of eyes.  He wanted this to continue, and even go as far as they could -

Just the way Reiner's deep voice whispered so quietly, panting out his name and pressing into him for more contact.  This was so much like their first kiss infront of the jewelry store, but more - he hadn't the fright of eyes watching, though he knew that they were still not in a private enough place to ensure that.  If he were panicked enough he would have checked to see if the dressing room had cameras, though what would happen if they were caught anyway?  A slap on the wrist?  Would they call their parents?

That thought broke him out of his hazy wanting.  He didn't want this to get too serious, did he?  He wanted to tell his parents before that.  He wanted to be truthful to himself and his family.  He wanted-

"R-Reiner-"  His eyes caught the look of Reiner's back in the mirror, the blond leaning over him, his hips moving against his causing an unfamiliar feeling to pass over him.  His hands gripped at the blond's shirt again, wringing at it as he struggled to keep quiet.  He leaned his mouth towards Reiner's ear, slowly reciprocating the grinding.  "R-Reiner, P-please--"  He begged, not entirely sure why.  He didn't trust himself to continue that sentence, knowing one of two things could spill out of his mouth - he could ask Reiner to continue or stop.  And Bertholdt wasn't too good at choosing any sort of decision, after all.

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Reiner, on the other hand, did hear the noise and knew exactly what had happened - not least because now he could feel Bertholdt embracing him with both arms and the fact that the blond could feel how the fabric tore apart under the hand, that had been trying to free his friend’s arm from its misery. For a moment Reiner was considering to pull back and have a look at the damage Bertholdt had caused… actually both had caused, seeing that it was partly Reiner’s fault for being irresistible, thus compelling Bertholdt to free himself forcefully.

For now he decided to take what he could get, though, which meant that he would only focus on Bertholdt in this very moment. His hand had found its way from the groin back to the taller’s neck in the meantime, stabilising and keeping him in the now more passionate kiss, while Reiner was slowly and carefully pushing his date against the end of the changing room. At first he’d only tried to taste him by kissing, licking and sucking the soft pair of lips before he eventually longed for more. Reiner slowly slipped his tongue into the foreign mouth, curiously searching for the other’s wet pink muscle and inviting it to a dance once found.

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The damage he just caused to what was probably a thousand dollar suit didn't even cross his mind, he had his thoughts on his friend before him, not wanting to disconnect even if it meant being caught.  For what was once the careful and cautious boy, Bertholdt was now fairly curious and if anything attached to the other in a demanding manner. 

But all he knew was kisses, or well, that was all the experience he had.  Reiner was his first and only kiss.  The extent of what Bertholdt knew about physical actions in reality was almost fairy tale romance.

Until well, the kiss got very much heavier than a fairy tale ending kiss, and Bertholdt found himself struggling to keep up.  Hazily staring into the mirror at themselves, Bertholdt's face grew hot and only managed to motivate himself more.  He tasted Reiner's tongue, pressing his own against the others, letting it writhe just like his own body against the other. 

"Mi bambi."  Bertholdt gripped at Reiner's shirt collar roughly.

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"Lower?!" Reiner laughed. He knew Bertholdt wasn’t lewd (or even close to have a dirty mind), the blond couldn’t help but finding it very fitting and ambiguous. "You mean here?” He asked innocently and slipped his hand from Bertholdt’s cheek downwards to grope him firmly between his legs. A teasing chuckle escaping the older, before he pushed his brawny body against the other and craned his neck in an attempt to reach Bertholdt’s lips with his own pair.

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If it were possible, steam would be coming from Bertholdt's ears, his cheeks as red as ever.  Did Reiner really just touch there?  In public?  What was he thinking?  Was he even thinking?  Why was Bertholdt over thinking this?  And why was he kissing back?

Well he wanted to, of course.  He wanted to kiss Reiner, he wanted to hold hands, he wanted to touch him all over.  He wanted to be with him as much as he could and to make him feel good.  Pulling at his stuck arm, Bertl was too in tune with his romantic feelings to hear the tearing noise of the fabric of the sleeve until his arm was forcefully freed to wrap around the blond and pull him into a deeper kiss.

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Reiner had to survey him for a bit longer before he finally realized that this was the opportunity. He was sure in favor of Lady Luck. A mischievious grin played around the corner of his lips and with a hungry look in his eyes, the blond stepped further into the cabine and locked the door behind him. “Of course.” he purred sensually and approached his lover slowly until he was only a few inches away. “Let me work it…" His whisper was grazing the other already, as Reiner was leaning in, one hand cupping the taller’s cheek and the other teasingly tracing the fabric to the back where Bertholdt’s arm was stuck.

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Bertholdt blinked, wondering what exactly had Reiner pondering quietly.  What exactly had Reiner smiling like that?  Innocent Bertholdt would never get it right away, not until he heard the way Reiner hummed happily.

Well he wasn't let down by that fact, not in any way.  Tied up...quite literally, Bertholdt could only lean into the brawnier boy's hand and laugh at the situation. 

"J-just a little lower."  Bertholdt murmured quietly, as if afraid they'd get caught.  It was sort of a thrill, especially when his eyes looked passed Reiner to catch the sight of him and his friend in a mirror on the wall of the changing room. 

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Reiner on the other hand had made himself comfortable on one of the couches, the bookbag resting at his feet. While Bertholdt would try the suit on, he wanted to pass the times by checking social networks and his mails with his mobile, however he wasn’t given the time to do so, seeing that his friend was calling for help. Cocking an eyebrow, he got lazily got up from his seat - somewhat reluctantly, considering that it was really reallycomfortable on that chair - and walked over to the changing room Bertholdt was in.

"Bertl..?" he asked and knocked on the door before entering. "What’s u—" The blond was flabbergasted, when he saw what kind of artistic pose Bertholdt pulled. "… What are you doing…?"

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Bertholdt had his arm stuck behind his back, elbow hoisted in the air.  It seemed like he somehow got the button hole near his wrist stuck on one of the buttons on the back of the suit.  It wasn't exactly a cheap coat, either, and Bertholdt was worried he'd rip the fabric if he tried to move in any way.

Luckily, Reiner came to the rescue.  Eying at his date with a worried expression, Bertholdt mumbled a, "I'm stuck."

Though his face may have been a little redder than expected since well, he hadn't gotten to pulling his pants up yet.  Instead, his one free hand was gripping at a pair of very saggy, unbuttoned slacks. 

"...C-c-can you just help me?"

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"Oh—" Reiner blinked in surprise. "Nah, it’s cool. Let’s look for some for you first. I still got some fitting ones at home. You probably are more in need for new ones…" His eyes surveyed his friend from head to toe, an approving smile implying that he liked what he saw. "…considering how tall you’ve grown in the past years." He couldn’t help but let a soft chuckle past his lips.

Once the shop assistant has returned with a suit, Reiner nudged Bertholdt towards a changing room. “C’mon. Try it on.” If the blond had had his way, he’d have loved to join the taller and ‘helped' him with the changing. But maybe that would have been too obvious (probably not for Berthold, though, but for everyone else). Maybe Reiner should be patient for once and pull his shit together. He’d get his reward soon enough - after all Bertholdt had promised him that he’d get a treat, no?

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"Oh...alright.  It's okay?  I mean, I kind of wanted to dress you up, too."  Bertholdt grinned.  Leave it to the spoiled rotten boy to want to use his boyfriend as his dress up doll.  Though he thought Reiner would look handsome dressed up in a suit - snake skin leather shoes, tight fitting gloves, his hair combed back and that suave smile on his face.  Just the thought of it made Bertl's heart quicken in pace and that telltale grin spread across his face.

He took the suit, thanked the shop assistant and then gave a nod, "I'll go try it on.  Gimme a moment -"  This was a lot easier than going shopping with his parents, though they hadn't been on a shopping trip with him in years.  Usually it was Berik who'd take him out, or Annie sometimes caved in and came along. 

Either way, Bertl disappeared into the changing rooms.  There was a set of rather comfortable looking, though posh couches outside of the rooms for those waiting on friends or family changing. 

Usually Bertl could get dressed by himself, even with complex suits.  He had worn them frequently enough to be able to get in and out of them rather quickly but he seemed to have gotten something stuck.  "A--er--...uhm...C-can I get some help?"  His stammering voice could be heard from one of the rooms. 

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Reiner replied by chuckling softly. “Ah, yeah right. Sorry. I just… didn’t expect youto call me that.” He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, unsure if he should tell the other about the real reason behind the nickname, but decided against it. It had nothing to do with Bertholdt and something of the past should stay in the past. No need to bring that up.

So Reiner caught up with the other, just shrugging off the nickname part for now. “So, you want to try some suits? The one in the display window?”

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Bertholdt quirked an eyebrow, staring at his friend with a curious smile.  Even if they were talking about Berik - which usually ended in sadness - he seemed to be happy.  It was proper to continue on with that sort of nickname, right?  Especially when it matched Reiner so well, and Berik always thought it was cute.  Bertl may not know the real reason behind it, but things like that made it feel like Berik was still alive and well...if that made sense.

"Oh.  We should."  He looked back to the suit, "I always liked this brand's suits.  I think I have a few back at home because father insists on me having a nice suit just in case I have an interview...and he knew I'd need one sooner or later with college interviews..."  Bertl couldn't help but laugh.  Some of them were a little too small now, and if anything, would have fit Berik a lot better being the smaller though older brother.  But he could always get them adjusted.

He tugged at Reiner's hand and directed him inside, getting the attention of a saleswoman to help them find a suit in his size that matched the one in the window.  The woman happily went about getting the proper clothing from the back, leaving the two boys to themselves in the store.  The Fubars were a frequent customer, and it may or may not have been surprising to hear her address Bertl by 'Mister Fubar'.

"We should pick one out for you.  What about that green one?  It'd match your eyes."

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his first time…(?

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"Ah..well, I’ll try to stop by after the track meet" Annie said "What will you be reading?" she asked, although Annie had doubts that she would know anything that was read by the literature club.

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"Er...Y-you'll show up, Annie?  I was thinking about reading my favorite short story but I er...kind of chickened out.  There's some swearing and uh...well, inappropriate contents...er..."  The giant of a boy flustered and looked away.  Slowly, he straightened up and tried to offer a smile, "What events in the track meet are you doing?"  Change of subject, yeeeeees.

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"The Fall Festival starts today, doesn't it?  I'm not in any sports events, but the literature club is hosting some dramatic readings of classic novels, poetry, and monologues..."  Though I'm just helping as an usher, I can't stand in front of people and read...t-t-that's too nerve wracking.

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(notice how bert gets more and more flustered each year)

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Reiner might have retorted something like ‘You’re even cuter, Bertl.’ but he wasn’t able to do so, seeing that the other’s comment just made him laugh once again; not as loud as before but enough to keep the words from slipping past his lips. Throwing the bag over his shoulder, he strolled next to his friend, looking at the clothes, the products, jewelries and whatnot displayed in the shopping windows. 

The blond stopped standing at Bertholdt’s side, eying the suit in front of them carefully. Italian tailors sure knew their suits. He couldn’t deny that he was fond of Italian brands - or Italians in general. Especially not, when Bertholdt was wearing them - which he did the whole fucking day. However, hearing the familiar nickname again, something that he was used to hear from Berik’s mouth, made him flinch internally. “I think the suit fits you better.” He laughed dryly, turning head to his the other with a questioning look. “Bambi? Where did you get that from?” Stupid question. The answer was so obvious and inwardly the blond knew it already by himself as well, but he’d asked anyway.

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Bertl admired the suit and even began to slip inside the store, pausing when Reiner asked him where he got the nickname from.  He tried to laugh about it, it was kind of a cute, lighthearted nickname taken from the italian word for girl or boy - bambino or bambina.  It was just something Berik had called Reiner since they were little, mostly because Berik was the older one of the three.

"From Berik.  He called you that all the time, at least with me.  He'd call you mia bambi." Kind of a weird thing, thinking back on it, that Berik would claim Reiner as 'his' but it was used as an endearing term.  It was then that Bertholdt realized how blind he was to it all - maybe he just didn't see through his brother's guise because he just didn't want to.  They both apparently liked the same boy.

"I like it...it's cute.  It's like calling you little when you aren't.  W-well, you're little compared to me and Berik..."