Reiner fucks his fist for the thought of you. His hand is squeezing his cock just like you’d do if you were with him; he sighs small moans just like he’d do if you were with him. Water falls on his back as he has that minute of calm between his duties, making his entire body wet, trembling because of the temperature but also because of the need of having you with him. His hand isn’t enough anymore, since he knew how is it like to have your cunt warming him up when he’s feeling down; your mouth sucking him off whenever he’s thinking of killing himself. Yet doing it alone has him wanting to die again. It’s so much torture when he strokes himself a little harder, thumb collecting the precum of his tip to use as a lube. It hurts that the warm water doesn’t feel like your walls, although Reiner can’t stop. Reiner can’t stop fucking his fist to the thought of you; wanting for you to be on your knees as he bucks his hips with no patience, just rough and hard. You’d moan on his cock too, looking up with big does eyes that say “fuck my mouth”. Oh, yeah, he’d fuck your mouth, because he’s willing to do whatever you want. He gasps, the thought of your lips around his cock too arousing to keep quiet, and he moves his hips back and forth, the sad and realistic feeling of his hands bringing him back to the real life for a damn second. But then he’s drowning again—drowning to the world you’re begging for him to cum inside you, fuck his seed into your cunt until you’re so full you can’t stand up without feeling it down your thighs. Fuck. Reiner cries your name on his bath, hand slowing down. He can’t cum. He's not coming without you. He’s waiting for you, doesn’t matter it’s only morning and you only get to see him by night, sneaking into his dorm to silent push your panties aside and sit on his face as you give him the best head ever. Once he’s controlled again, he starts once more. This time, his mind is clear, but he still fucks his fist to the thought of you. His fingers are gentle like yours, although never as soft, and the way he strokes his base, neglects the head of his cock just to come back to it later, is cruel, but it’s your way to be cruel with him. And he likes it. Likes it a fucking lot, hips bucking with slow moves. You said once things feel better when you do it calmly, and he has to agree. After the first time, he doesn’t want to come quickly. He’s learned how to control his orgasm to pleasure both you and him and that’s what he does, but also thinking about doing this to you. An idea creeps on his mind as he moves back to the shower and feels the water on his face. He hopes the sound can muffle his gasps, so desperate he’d be embarrassed if he wasn’t with his mind numb in pleasure. In his dreams, you’d listen to him while crossing there and you’d enter the shower to masturbate him, then put your hands on his shoulders to be lifted and fucked against the cold wall. It’s a good thought. Almost makes him cum, yet Reiner’s strong. He stops fucking his fist to the thought of you. His mind changes in a bit and now, he’s only Reiner, your lieutenant. Can’t think of subordinates like this.
