"Hmm, you c'mere" Reiner abandons his bottle of beer, reaching over to grab hold of Marco. His broad hands go to his thighs, and he bodily hauls him over onto his lap. Marco might be a pretty solidly build guy, but Reiner has bench pressed things heavier than him. Getting a slightly drunk and pliable Marco over onto his lap isn't all too hard.

His hands remain spread out against his grubby jeans, nearly spanning the entire width of his thighs. With Marco on his lap, he needs to look up at him, which is hardly an unpleasant sight. Squeezing his thighs for a moment, he then leans in to bridge the gap, pressing a kiss to his lip that is certainly a lot less chaste than Bertolt and Marco's kisses had been. He's always been the bulling straight ahead kinda type.