Who: Shane and Reza When: February 16th, night Where: Chicago, Shane's place Warning: NSFW Status: complete, part 2
"Mmhmm," Shane hummed against his lips, a small grin curling his own. "C'mon." He was painfully hard now but it was a feeling he enjoyed so he could wait a while longer before he relieved that ache though he didn't know if Reza could say the same and he seemed to be in much the same state now. Shane loved the way his cock twitched slightly in his grip and the way Reza was touching his body sent happy little tingling feelings through him, bringing that heat in his core up higher. He pulled back as he spoke, leading the way to his room by backing up, both hands on Reza's hips now only letting go to hit the light switch by the door. He knew where everything was so it made sense for him to walk backwards instead of steering Reza through it. There were some weights and comic books on the floor that he might easily trip over if he didn't watch his step and Shane was used to weaving his way around. The bed was at an angle in the middle of the room after Shane's last frustrated overhaul of the room, a regular occurance for someone who sometimes felt overwhelmed with too much order. That's where he led Reza, plopping down on the mattress before pulling him down on his lap to kiss him again.
It was easier to feel patient since they were changing locations and it gave Reza a chance to get a deeper peek into this man’s life. People’s homes said a lot about them, especially the bedrooms. His eyes left Shane’s face to take in the room as soon as the light was on, moving along with him toward the bed. It wasn’t even touching a wall, which was interesting. The semi-mess was also interesting. So Shane wasn’t one of those tight-laced, high-strung doms. Reza was happy with that, even if his own space was more fastidious. He wasn’t there to redecorate though, and it was very easy to forget the rest of the room as he straddled Shane’s lap. Reza slipped his arms around the other man’s shoulders and kissed him back, shifting his hips until their cocks were nudged together again. He couldn’t be distracted for long, not with his present company, and it didn’t take much kissing for Reza’s cock to feel hot and achy all over again.
Shane hadn't really planned on bringing anyone home tonight but he'd still had the good sense to change the sheets and tidy a little just in case. He would be glad for that too but right now he was a little preoccupied with the way Reza felt on his lap, all hard body under soft skin, warm and pliant against him. He indulged in the kiss for a while, running his hands over Reza's body until they settled on his ass where the skin was a touch cooler than the rest of him and almost begging to be warmed up in one way or another. Shane squeezed, then lightly slapped one cheek, grinning against Reza's lips as he shifted backwards, pulling Reza with him. "I wanna fuck you," he told him, leaning back to get a good look at his face to see his reaction. It wasn't always a given how far people wanted to go, not everyone liked getting fucked but god, he hoped Reza did.
Reza wasn’t into heavy pain, but the bit of sting from that slap gave a nice little edge to the warm pleasure he was feeling. He moved with Shane, his knees settling on the mattress on either side of Shane’s hips. The blunt declaration of desire made his stomach flutter happily and his cock flexed where it was partially caught between them. Reza had assumed that was where things were heading, but he always liked to hear it. “That makes two of us, then,” he replied softly, a small smile crossing his face since Shane was looking at him. It would take a bit of time to get there, Reza hadn’t had sex in a while and almost never used toys on himself -- skin just felt so much better -- so he hoped that Shane had some patience. “Going to need some warmup though, you gonna help me out? Or are you one of those lazy bastards who just like to watch?” Reza grinned lazily.
"I do like to watch," Shane drawled before letting out a little laugh. "But no, I like to play more." He pushed up again to kiss Reza again, keeping it short this time as he had other plans. He found it easy, changing their positions, Reza wasn't heavy and Shane liked to keep fit so maneuvering them around was a breeze and within seconds he had Reza on his back and was comfortably between his legs, keeping most of his weight on his arms. "I like warming up," he told him, nuzzling his nose against Reza's jaw and damn, he was clean shaved, almost soft and smelled so damn good. It almost made Shane want to shave for that fresh feeling but he was more than happy to just enjoy it on another man tonight.
Being moved around like he was a tiny thing was always a turn on. Reza had idly wondered before if it was a factor in his tendency not to go to the gym. Who wanted to be swole and buff when the benefits of his current physique made his dick throb? He clung loosely to Shane’s hips with his long thighs, licking his lips as his lashes fluttered from the nuzzling. He tilted his head back and to the side to give Shane access to his neck if he wanted it. That scrape of stubble was driving him mad in the best sort of way. Reza’s hands skimmed up the backs of Shane’s arms and down his sides. He hadn’t told Reza not to touch, so Reza helped himself to caressing the curve of his ass as well. He already felt plenty warm inside, it was just a matter of getting his body properly relaxed.
Shane liked being touched, just like being desired gave him a rush, being touched made him feel alive and wanted. He liked being in control and he liked doing the fucking but being with someone who was eager to touch and explore was a powerful turn-on. He nibbled on Reza's neck before pulling away to move down lower, darting his tongue over his nipples and pressing little kisses on his abdomen. Reza had had his taste, it was Shane's turn and he shot a little grin up to Reza as he moved lower, slipping his arms around his thighs to place them on his shoulders though he didn't touch his cock just yet, trailing his light kisses along the creamy brown skin on Reza's thigh instead. No tan lines, he noted and while he himself had some, he really appreciated that lack of them on Reza's body, it fit him to be slender and unmarked and Shane just wanted to drink him in.
He didn’t think of it in those terms, but body worship was kind of a kink of Reza’s, and he loved every touch and kiss and lick that Shane lavished upon him. He’d often thought he could just lay around and soak in that sort of attention until he came, even without his cock being touched. Reza had never put it to the test, but he was feeling that level of worked up by the time Shane’s head was between his legs. His hips shifted restlessly, back arching a bit as Shane’s mouth sent delicious tremors into his groin. His cock was rock hard and slowly leaking onto the line of dark hair that trailed down his lower belly. Reza kept everything trimmed down and neat but he didn’t shave for the same reason he didn’t tan on purpose -- he felt flawless the way he was. He groaned up at the ceiling and slid his fingers through Shane’s thick hair.
It was like a drug, having that effect on someone, a good sort of drug that didn't lead to overdosing and hospitals at least and it was one of the few things Shane still indulged in - perhaps too much. He was more cautious these days at least and aware how stupidly lucky he was to be alive and healthy but it was so easy to throw caution to the wind when riding this high. Reza's cock was beautiful, some people might disagree that cocks could be beautiful at all but Shane thought they could be and Reza's really was, hard and straining as if it had a mind of its own. Shane ignored it for just a little longer, mostly because he loved watching it searching for the heat of his mouth, for something to take the edge off. He stuck his fingers in his mouth and coated them with saliva, watching as if hypnotized as he trailed them down below Reza's balls to stroke and tease the tight opening there.
Reza loved the prolonged tease in his mind but loathed it in his body, and it was all he could do not to try and push Shane’s mouth to his cock. The restraint was just part of it all, twisting up the tension inside of him until he felt like he might burst with need. It was amazing, and he couldn’t remember the last time someone he picked up at a club had been able to play his body so expertly. Reza’s breath caught when Shane’s fingers found his most sensitive spot, and he hiked one leg higher on the other man’s shoulder. It wasn’t the mouth that his cock wanted, but at this point he was dying for any stimulation. “Please, god,” he whispered, fingers clenching briefly in Shane’s hair. He rocked his hips mindlessly, seeking out more of that light touch that sent tremors through him, his cock lifting off of his belly once or twice with all the straining.
Please was a word Shane had a love-hate relationship with but he most definitely loved it in these circumstances, drawn out from the lips of a desperate, squirming lover. It did things to his own cock and he hummed his own pleasure, not trying to hide it. Reza was a treat and he was showing restraint as well, his mouth salivating at the thought of taking that cock. He used that to his advantage, ducking down to let some of it dribble onto his fingers before slowly maneuvering them inside Reza, distracting him from any possible discomfort by licking a wet trail up his balls and to the base of his cock. He wondered just how hard Reza would yank on his hair once he really got going and was relieved it was something he enjoyed or he might have had to break the tension by gently untangling those fingers from his hair.
He twitched when Shane’s tongue finally came in contact with his balls, and Reza let out a groan as his eyes rolled shut. It was perfect and not enough at the same time, but the way Shane’s fingers felt slipping into his ass made it even better. He was trying not to squirm like some wanton slut, but fuck if that wasn’t how he felt right then. He was regretting needing warmup, his body felt hungry for Shane’s cock plunging mercilessly into him, even though he knew better. Everything was just sweet-tense frustration at the moment and he loved every second of it. Reza tried to focus on relaxing around the invading digits -- the sooner he could take fingers, the sooner he could take all of Shane. His breath felt thicker in his lungs and he rolled his hips with more purpose now, encouraging his body to loosen up.
Shane decided he had left him waiting for long enough and as much as he loved watching his cock straining like that, he wanted to taste it too. He moved again, keeping his fingers moving slowly as he licked Reza's cock, swiping his tongue flatly up the underside at first before pulling the head between his lips to tease the hole with the tip of his tongue. He had wanted to have simple fun tonight, maybe even selfishly, but now he just wanted to blow Reza's mind with pleasure because the way he reacted and moved was a reward all on its own. Plus he tasted good for a guy who'd spent a while on the dancefloor in a hot club, cleaner than Shane expected but still salty and real - which was maybe a weird way to put it but that was what came to Shane's mind as he took him deeper into his mouth. Real and present, grounding.
Reza’s body gave a spasm and he gasped once Shane finally wrapped his lips around him. It was still a teasing sort of contact, but it felt fucking divine at that moment. “Fuck,” he breathed, his hips arching up to push his cock even deeper into Shane’s mouth. Reza just couldn’t help himself, every nerve in his cock was screaming for more. He made sure it was only one thrust though, because he damn sure didn’t want Shane to stop. He lifted his head again to force his eyes open and drink in the sight of it, his hands stroking down the back of Shane’s neck and across his broad shoulders. It looked almost as good as it felt, and it was obvious that Shane wasn’t fazed about him being unwashed, which was hot all by itself. Reza moaned helplessly and did his best not to outright squirm.
Shane thought about warning him not to come but he thought he had a decent grasp on how close he was and if he miscalculated then... Reza would just have to suffer through overstimulation after climax, that wasn't Shane's problem. He was living for his reactions, dark lashes fluttering against his cheekbones as he focused on enjoying what he was doing, listening to Reza rather than watching him. He slowly ran his fingers against Reza's prostate, everything deliberately slow so that he didn't ramp up the pleasure too much. He didn't know much, having learnt most things about the world way too late and not particularly well, but he knew bodies and he was good at reading them. He was tuned in enough that he could feel the temperature in Reza's core rising, burning hotter and brighter the longer Shane toyed with him and loosened him up.
As good as it felt, Reza was a good distance from coming, and he didn’t plan on doing it without Shane’s cock deep in his ass. He trusted that he could tap out of anything at any time -- which wasn’t always a guarantee with a near-stranger, but Reza felt safe at the moment -- so he was ready to stop the pleasure if it got to be too much. Shane was taking his time, which was good, and Reza felt his body melt more and more into what was happening to it. It was so damn liberating to just let his mind go to mush and focus completely on how fucking fantastic his body was feeling. Reza relished every second of it, until the need for more really started to take over. He’d been moaning and shifting restlessly and finally couldn’t wait any longer. Reza stroked his fingers through Shane’s hair and let out a soft whine. “God, I want you inside me,” he breathed, giving a needy little tug.
Shane almost didn't stop what he was doing, a small impish part of him wanting to tease Reza longer, let him know who was in control. He pulled off him more slowly than he needed to, darting his tongue against the tip of his cock before letting it go and grinning up at Reza. He hadn't even started fucking him but he already had that sweet look of fucked out that Shane loved on people, his dark eyes unfocused and lips wet and parted. It made Shane want to eat him up and he let out a quiet little laugh before biting his thigh with a playful little growl. "And I wanna fuck you so it all works out," he said a bit breathlessly, sitting up straighter and looking around for his little box of fun things and condoms. He didn't pull his fingers out of Reza when he reached for it, using just one hand to knock the lid off and fish around for the things he needed inside.
Reza couldn’t help but grin back a little when Shane smiled at him like that. He had a great smile. A great everything, really. The thigh bite made him twitch a bit, but it felt good and goosebumps rose up on his legs. His body was just over-sensitive now and reacting to everything. Reza wet his lips as he watched Shane grab his box to presumably find a condom and lube, trying not to be impatient. His hips still rocked of their own accord, craving more of that full feeling inside of him. He reached down to graze his fingers against Shane’s cock, still flushed and hard, but he was too far away to do much more than that. Reza just wanted any sort of contact he could get while he waited.
Getting a condom out of the wrapper and onto his cock with one hand was easy and Shane did it with practiced speed, maybe too practiced, telling of too much experience but that wasn't something he worried about. He was good at this, it was one of the few things he was really good at so if anything, he took pride in it. He let out a soft, throaty moan when Reza touched his cock, reminding him just how much he was wanting that friction already. "Fuck you are sexy," he murmured quietly, grabbing the bottle of lube and finally slowly pulling his fingers out, making a point of stroking his thumb over Reza's balls. They were already so tight with arousal, touching them was a joy. He had to watch the next part because it was always such a powerful turn on to actually penetrate someone for the first time, just the way it looked when a small opening stretched and accommodated his cock so naturally he went slow, watching it with unveiled intrigue, his teeth gracing his bottom lip.
Watching a man handle his own dick was always fun for Reza, and he watched the condom glide on with relish before he shifted his hips to make himself as accessible as he could. He was beyond ready for this, and he wished he could see it from Shane’s vantage point as he felt that first delicious stretch. He watched the other man’s body and face instead, drinking him in. Reza appreciated the compliment and hoped Shane knew that he wasn’t the only sexy one in this bed. As Shane’s cock gradually filled him up, any coherent thoughts drained out of his skull and Reza moaned low in his throat. It was such a satisfying feeling that still made every inch of him tingle with heightened awareness. The real pleasure came after the sensitivity for him, but he loved every stage of it. All the pressure was fucking delicious, and he slowly moved his hips to get his body to adjust to the lovely invasion. Reza’s hands slid over Shane’s chest and sides and arms, restless and still hungry for contact.
When he was fully seated, Shane moved slowly over Reza, stroking his chest and rubbing one nipple as he leaned over him to kiss him. He didn't move inside him yet, not before making sure it was all good and Reza was ready. It didn't take words, bodies gave their own little cues and when he felt Reza's hips shift he rolled his own hips slowly, groaning into the kiss as his cock dragged against Reza's slick and tight insides. He broke the kiss just to look at him as he started up an easy rhythm, wanting to see how it affected him, how it felt. Reza looked pretty blissed out and that felt as good to Shane as fucking him did, satisfying and heavily arousing. He was glad Reza hadn't turned out to be a challenge tonight but if he had, this would have been worth it, worth waiting for, worth working for.
It felt fucking incredible, and that was written all over Reza’s face. He was glad that Shane didn’t stay still for too long, because every part of him was beyond ready for this. His breath caught at that first real thrust, dark lashes fluttering closed and then open again so he could keep looking up at Shane. Eye contact wasn’t always easy, but when he was vibing with someone like this, it was definitely sexy. Reza slipped his arms around Shane’s shoulders, fingers carding through the back of his hair, and just let the sensations wash over him. He got the urge to ride a lover sometimes, but he mostly enjoyed just being fucked. He didn’t have to think about anything, didn’t have to worry about the pacing, he could just become a bundle of nerve endings, soaking in the pleasure.
Shane ducked down to nibble on his neck, revelling in how sensitive he seemed and how eager to touch, it felt good, all of it, the long, slow strokes of his cock and Reza's hands in his hair, all of it was bliss and it was easy to get lost in it which was exactly what Shane needed. He kept touching Reza too, loving the combination of hard and soft under his hands, the way his nipples fit just right between his fingertips. This position was good for now though he had a mind to try a few before the night was out. He hadn't expected anything from this night and Reza had been a sweet surprise that just proved to be getting sweeter with every passing minute. "You want it harder?" he all but purred in Reza's ear and for now it felt like a sort of sweet torture to go so slow.
It was all so perfect so far that a distant and tiny part of Reza expected something to go horribly wrong at any second. Shane’s body felt hard and solid over and against his own, and Reza couldn’t stop touching it, from his hair down the back of his neck across the smooth skin of his back and the hard flex of his arms. The pace of Shane’s hips was maddening in the best sort of way. Reza’s body had warmed up nicely and there was no pain, only the delicious squirmy need for more. That soft deep voice in his ear sent a shudder down Reza’s spine and straight into his cock, and he moaned helplessly in response. “Yes,” he breathed, fingers pressing into Shane’s upper back tighter. “Fuck yes ... please.”
There was nothing like hearing those words and Shane groaned softly, nipping on Reza's neck again as he picked up speed. He slipped his hand between them to cup Reza's cock and balls, part to protect and part to stroke, his tongue and teeth finding Reza's sensitive earlobe to play with. He could fuck this man all night, he could feel it already, and it made him wonder how much stamina he had, or if Shane went too hard - how good his recovery time was. He was hoping to not get the answer to that question for a while so he stayed mindful of Reza's responses, not letting himself get too carried away though it was currently a bit of a struggle. It all just felt so fucking good and he knew he could easily come soon and then again after that.
Reza could always feel that shift in the air when things really started to ramp up, almost like it was a change in air pressure inside his ears. Only it was inside his whole body and there was the sweetest edge to it. His breath caught and his eyes slipped shut, more tiny waves of erotic tension radiating through him from Shane’s mouth and teeth against his skin. Unable to hold still any longer, Reza rocked underneath Shane in time with his thrusts, taking his cock as deep as he could. His own dick strained against Shane’s hand, balls high and tight and feeling so delightfully full. He couldn’t help but be more vocal, the grunts and moans slipping out of his mouth more easily as he got more and more lost in all of it.
"Don't come yet," Shane whispered breathlessly sometime between his own moans and then he raised himself up, gripping Reza's hips tightly as he kept moving against him. "I won't stop if you come." He would if Reza insisted, of course, but it was far more fun to put that little threat out there - or promise, depending on how Reza saw it - and Shane was nowhere near done. Despite his words he reached for his cock again, giving it a few firm strokes as he kept rolling and snapping his hips against him, going deep, going fast and savoring every thrust and the shivery pleasure it sent to his own balls. Reza felt to him like he might be close but maybe he was like Shane and could go for a while before climax and Shane was enjoying learning how to read his body.
In Reza’s overheated state, that sounded much more like a delicious promise than a threat. As much as the idea of Shane fucking him roughly way past an orgasm turned him on in the moment, he knew from experience that it could quickly become unbearable. And gods did he want to bear as much as he possibly could tonight. Sex like this didn’t come around often enough to waste the opportunity. Since Shane had pulled mostly out of reach, Reza lifted his arms over his head, hands gripping the frame of the bed behind him. The strokes to his cock made him whine and arch his back, but luckily Shane didn’t push him too close to his edge yet. It wouldn’t take long if he kept it up though. “Then stop,” he panted as a warning, his eyes on Shane’s hand on his cock.
Shane let out a little moan-laugh and gave Reza's cock a little squeeze before he eased off him. Mean, maybe, but it was hard not to be a bit of a dick when it gave him such delicious reactions. He was loving every second of this and he'd been right, Reza was like a drug and watching him was better than porn. "Want you to turn around," he murmured. "I wanna fuck you into the mattress." He wanted to be close, most of all, to thrust deep and hard and still cover Reza's body, feel as much of him against him as possible while holding him down and tasting him. When Reza didn't make any indication that he hated the idea, Shane took it upon himself to make it happen, pulling out and bodily moving Reza into the position he wanted. He gave his ass another smack as he moved over him, trailing little kisses up his skinny back as he pushed back inside him.
Reza didn’t hate that idea in the slightest, and he cooperated fully with being turned over, his stomach fluttering happily with the thrill of being manhandled. When he trusted someone, Reza loved to be moved around. Maybe it was stupid to trust Shane this soon, but he was long past overthinking anything tonight. Now it was all about riding the feelings the other man was creating in him. He shifted his hips until his aching cock was as comfortable under him as it was going to get, head turned to the side as he felt Shane’s hot body covered his again. Reza gave a deep moan as that thick cock filled him up once more, his body more than eager to pick up where they’d left off a moment ago. He pushed his back up against Shane’s chest, loving the feeling of being pinned and a little short of breath. Reza reached one hand back over his shoulder to touch any part of his new lover he could reach.
Shane wrapped his arm around Reza's chest, holding him tight as he fucked him, both giving himself leverage to go deep and indulging in some possessive behavior while he was at it. He was getting the sense that Reza enjoyed that too, being manhandled and used and he was more than delighted to oblige. "I love the way you take my dick," he whispered breathlessly and his pleasure had pretty much built up to that place where he was oh so close and near mindless with pleasure. He could stay there a while too, or he could pause and cool down and he wasn't sure what exactly he wanted to do other than stay right there and keep moving into this delicious body.
He was deep in that other state of mind now, subspace had completely taken over. There was something incredibly masculine and possessive about how Shane held him, and Reza couldn’t help but melt under the heat of it. From that position, every stroke of Shane’s cock rubbed against his prostate and made Reza groan. The words sent a shiver up his spine, and he squirmed his hips as much as she could from underneath, bucking up into Shane’s relentless thrusts. It rubbed his own cock against the sheets under him in a way that felt amazing but frustrating at the same time. Reza loved it. “So good,” he breathed, reduced to the simplest words in his brain. “Fuck me hard ...”
"Yeah," Shane groaned and for a while that was all he did, lost in the sensation of skin on skin and the tight heat of Reza's body sending waves of pleasures through his body. It was his favorite part of being alive and being free, this exact state of being, riding pleasure like a tightrope, trying hard not to fall but at the same time feeling so lost in it that nothing else mattered and the world around him was all but forgotten. There was just the pleasure and Reza's hot body moving with him and driving him crazy with pretty little sounds. He would never have relaxed into it like this with someone watching and he knew he might still have been tempted to take that couple up on their offer so Reza had really saved his night.
This kind of privacy was definitely superior to anything else, and Reza was glad Shane hadn’t wanted to fool around at the club. There was no way Reza could’ve let his guard down this much in that setting. He was riding his own cresting wave while Shane fucked him, mindless and moaning and blissfully lost in his body. He didn’t know how long it took but eventually the pressure in his balls got to be too much, and the need to come overwhelmed him. He couldn’t do it from there or he already would have -- the way his cock was driven into the bed over and over wasn’t enough. “Please,” he whined, his hands fisted in the sheets next to his head. Reza shifted his legs a bit and pushed up against Shane’s hips with his ass. He needed room to stroke his cock. “Need ... a hand ...”
He always asked so nicely, it made Shane's urge to tell him to beg unnecessarily cruel since Reza already was doing just that but damn if he didn't want to push him just a little longer. The way Reza sounded when he was riding that edge was just so deliciously arousing, it was tempting to indulge in it for a while yet and Shane really did have to struggle with his impulses. "Okay," he breathed, and Reza would never know just how fucking generous it felt to oblige him. "Kinda want to keep you like this though," he groaned, nibbling on Reza's shoulder. "Squirming and moaning and begging just for me." Fuck it was hot to a point he could never articulate and he was pretty sure he'd want to do this again, at least once more because not every fuck was created equal and this one had been amazing so far. He started sitting up, pulling Reza with him until he was kneeling with Reza on his lap, hugging him tightly to his chest and spitting in his hand before wrapping it firmly around Reza's cock.
Another helpless groan escaped him at that lovely description, and Reza moved with Shane when he started to shift. He’d only really expected to get his knees under him and his hips up so he could reach himself, but when Shane kept pulling his upper body, Reza went with it. He’d just settled when Shane grabbed his cock, and Reza let out a surprised “oh fuck” and shivered against the firm chest behind him. He’d expected to do it himself too, but Shane seemed to have a knack for blowing his expectations out of the water. One of Reza’s hands gripped Shane’s forearm and the other reached up and back to slide fingers in his hair. He let his head fall back, his temple against Shane’s jaw, and he rolled his hips wantonly, his body desperate for both the friction around his cock and the deep fullness in his ass. If Shane wanted squirmy begging, he was going to get it in short order.
Shane moved with him, loving the way Reza moved his hips. He'd been with a fair share of guys who thought moving hips was a feminine thing but Shane knew damn well it was a sex thing, it just made sex so much better in every way. He was pretty used to doing most of the work whether he did the fucking or not so Reza was doing a good job of blowing his mind. He was moaning softly into his ear as he stroked him, cursing quietly and as his own body kept riding that sweet thin line that made everything inside him ache deliciously, every muscle taut and trembling. "You gonna come for me?" he murmured hoarsely, flicking his tongue against Reza's earlobe as he expertly rubbed and stroked his cock.
It was perfect, all of it, and Reza was totally reeling with pleasure, grateful that he had Shane to lean back against. He couldn’t have stayed upright otherwise. Every thrust drove Shane’s cock against the most sensitive part of him and pushed him forward into Shane’s tight fist. Even though he was drowning in pleasure, Reza felt completely owned and used at the same time, like he was just a plaything to the sexy man behind him. That idea only enhanced everything, made him feel even hungrier to be fucked harder and deeper and finally filled up with Shane’s cum ... Reza’s breath caught sharply and he nodded as everything twisted tighter inside of him. His sounds got louder and shorter and he worked his hips desperately for a few seconds before he peaked, crying out as his slim body shuddered and he ground his throbbing ass back against Shane. His cock jerked and pulsed as he unloaded seemingly weeks worth of frustration.
It was a small miracle Shane didn't come right then and there, or it was probably the condom that helped, but he was gasping and moaning softly as Reza clenched around him and shuddered against him while blowing an impressive load. Shane wanted to taste it, wanted to eat Reza up and live in this moment for a few minutes longer at least, rocking into his body and holding him close, almost like he was trying to keep him from bucking out of his grip. His balls ached by now, tight and demanding release but he held back, focusing hard on guiding Reza through his climax and taking in every little detail of it. He'd be thinking about this the next time he jerked off, he knew that already, his hands still stroking Reza, one on his cock though the grip wasn't as tight anymore, the other restlessly stroking his stomach.
His orgasm seemed to last forever to Reza’s addled brain, the waves of pleasure getting almost painful as Shane kept stroking and slow-fucking him, his body gasping and twitching against the other man’s chest. It was so good though, all of it, Reza felt completely boneless by the time the sensitivity died down. He turned his head as much as he could to kiss Shane’s cheek, moaning softly in between heavy breaths. “So goddamn good,” he whispered, still not very good at putting words together yet. His body had relaxed once more and while his insides still felt tender, Reza still felt that little electric buzz of pleasure humming in him. He couldn’t just take more, he wanted more, even if his cock was lazily softening up now. “Don’t stop fucking me.”
The words were like electricity and they made Shane want to pull out just to take the condom off so he could come inside Reza. Just thinking about it made it almost impossible to hold back and he let out a needy little groan as he fought the urge to let go. "I won't," he groaned even if god did he want to. He could hold out a little longer, just a little longer, the longer he waited the better it felt and he clung to that knowledge as he kept rolling his hips. Everything felt like it was getting tighter and it made him think of all the poor suckers who had died during sex. That was definitely the way he wanted to go when the time came because in the midst of all this pleasure whatever discomfort he felt didn't matter, his whole being was just focused on the good of it and he kept coming back to the analogy of Reza being a drug. He wasn't educated or great with words in the first place but sex reduced his brain to the state of a broken record and he was more than fine with it. It felt good to be lost in the rhythm, clinging to the hot body in his arms, his cock buried deep inside, throbbing with need.
Maybe it was greedy, especially since he’d just gotten his, but Reza didn’t care. He wanted to feel Shane fuck him for as long as he could physically stand it. He kept moving his hips along with Shane’s, pulling him in as deep as he could, riding those sharper sensations that still felt so good. Now that the edge was taken off of his arousal, he could pay more attention to Shane, drinking in all the little details he could. He loved how tightly Shane held him, how hard he was breathing against Reza’s back, every pretty sound he made. This had to happen again between them, he’d decided for sure. Unless this was a crazy one-time fluke of chemistry, Reza wasn’t going to let it slip through his fingers. Grunting, Reza pulled away a bit to lean forward, hands braced on his thighs. He started to really fuck back against Shane, bouncing over his cock fast and hard, now intent on making him come hard.
Shane loosely rested his hands on Reza's hips, taking in the way he moved and allowing himself to just enjoy the intensity for a few moments, his vocabulary narrowed down to 'oh fuck' as his brain nearly shorted out with overstimulation. This guy knew how to move and it wasn't often Shane so willingly gave up control these days but he was happy to do that for a short while, at least until it became too much. He tightened his grip on Reza's hips, pushing him to go still as even as his own hips seemed to want to keep moving. Instead of finishing there he pulled back and out, breathing hard as he maneuvered Reza off his lap and shakily crawled alongside him to lie down on his back next to him, pulling the condom off. "You're a fucking wild thing," he said breathlessly as he stroked his fingers over his now hyper sensitive cock, hips flexing upward on instinct. "C'mere, get me off."
Reza almost whined when Shane stopped him and pulled out, but the relief in his body said it was a good time to stop. He was going to be deliciously sore for a few hours, but it was totally worth it. Shane’s direction wasn’t exactly specific, but the condom coming off was enough indication that they were changing tactics. He wasn’t near drunk enough to suck Shane’s cock again, despite how mouth-watering it looked in his hand. Reza moved to stretch out on his side next to Shane instead, getting some lube in his palm before he reached to take over the stroking. Reza squeezed Shane’s cock in a firm grip, leaning in to kiss him as he jerked him off, twisting his wrist with every upstroke. “I love this fat cock,” he murmured to Shane between breathy kisses. “I wanna feel you come.”
Shane didn't know why it always felt better when somebody else jerked him off, unless they were terrible at it of course, but Reza's hand on his cock was bliss and the words were wholly unnecessary but only enhanced the feeling. He kissed Reza back greedily but not for long because he needed to breathe and he needed to breathe hard, his fists clenched in the sheets below him and his hips stuttering up against Reza's hand. He let his head fall back, his whole body going tense, trembling as he reached his peak. It was a blissful few seconds of barely even knowing his own name, his mind reeling happily somewhere in space as his cock pulsed and spilled slick come over his stomach and Reza's hand. "Fuck," he whispered when he remembered to breathe again. He already wanted to do this again even before his orgasm was fully over and it made him laugh a little, amazed and exhilarated. "Fuck," he whispered again, his cock twitching happily in Reza's grip. "You're fucking wild."
It was a gorgeous, sexy process, and Reza was more than happy to usher Shane through it. He slowed down his strokes after the first surge, going by instinct and what he knew felt the best for him while he was lost in an orgasm. Shane’s cock felt delicious against his palm, hot and thick as it pulsed and throbbed. Reza slowed to a natural stop and huffed a little laugh at the repeated compliment. Had anyone ever called him wild before? He wasn’t sure. “So you’ve said,” he said, grinning a bit before he pressed his lips against Shane’s again. Reza turned his grip on Shane’s cock into more of a very slow massage, just rubbing and exploring his shaft and balls with gentle fingers, not ready to stop touching him yet. He tried to avoid the over-sensitive spots, a weirdly worshipful feeling blooming in his chest. This had been the best fucking night he’d had in a long time, and he wanted even the afterglow to be the best it could possibly be.
Shane wasn't too sensitive to take it, loving every gentle touch as he kissed Reza back. They were both a mess, the bed was a mess and he was still in that boneless state of his post-orgasm bliss, enjoying the pampering. Before too long he pushed himself up to his side and rolled Reza back, slowly shifting on top of him where he kissed him more deeply. "You should stay the night," he murmured against his lips. "Let me fuck you again in the morning. Oh, and make you breakfast, that was the deal, right?" He was grinning lazily, sleepy now after what had been a very long and very physical night in the best ways possible. He didn't think Reza was in a rush to leave but sometimes guys wanted to fuck off while everything was still fun and sexy, hell he'd done that a few times himself. Tonight though, he was cool with sharing his bed, especially if it meant more of the same when he woke up.
Reza didn’t mind being rolled to his back again, his thighs loosely cradling Shane’s hips. It pushed their soft cocks together and even that felt nice. Usually Reza would be cleaning up in a shower by now -- or a sink, if the one night stand had questionable cleaning skills -- and counting the minutes until he could make his exit. But he liked being pinned under Shane’s gorgeous body all over again, and his stomach fluttered happily at the invitation. The talk of breakfast could’ve easily just been banter back at the club, but Shane seemed to mean it, and that was surprisingly welcome. “How can I say no to that?” he murmured back, his own lips curling upward. He stroked his hands lazily against Shane’s sides and hips. “Fuck me like that again and you can just throw some Cheerios at me and I’ll be happy.”
That made Shane laugh and he shook his head, giving Reza a warm smile. "How about lazy sex and proper breakfast," he suggested since he wasn't so sure he'd have the energy for this kind of a vigourous exercise when he'd just woken up. "Or I'll just measure the quality of the breakfast against the look on your face when we're done." He tittered and ducked his head to nibble on Reza's earlobe, content as a cat in a sunny spot with the way Reza was petting him. "Any allergies I should know about?" he murmured, just in case he woke up earlier than Reza and felt energized by tonight instead of worn out, it really could go either way.
He hummed a negative sound, a dopey sort of smile on his face as Shane nibbled on him. No allergies, no food aversions, he was open to any kind of breakfast. But Reza was even more open to whatever kind of sex felt natural in the morning. At that moment a lazy fuck from behind sounded delicious, but who knew what kind of moods they would wake up in. “Feed me and fuck me however you want,” he murmured, the words coming out kind of dreamy. He moved his head to catch Shane’s mouth for another indulgent moment or two of kissing, then broke it off to smirk and squint one big eye at him. “Need a shower though, before I pass out.”
"Aww but you're all sticky and sexy right now," Shane teased, but he should probably shower before sleep too, shower and quickly change the sheets so sleeping would be more comfortable. He supposed he could do that real quick while Reza showered and then hop in after him - or with him. The shower was big enough for three if it came to that although Shane hadn't tested that theory (yet). "There are towels in the big closet by the bathroom door," he told him as he rolled off him just a bit reluctantly. "Use whatever you want in there, snoop around, do whatever. I'll see you in a few." He didn't always feel this relaxed and cheerful after a one night stand so that was a treat he intended on savoring.