Who: Shane and Reza When: March 30th Where: Chicago, Firelight (Shane’s club), a hotel Warning: Turns NSFW Status: Complete, part 1
As bustling of a city as Chicago was, the nightlife scene was run by a relatively small group of people. Seeing as how nightlife was pretty much his entire business, it was pretty inevitable that Reza would cross paths with Shane again. A month ago that would’ve been an exciting prospect, but now he was less enthused. They’d hooked up once more after the first run-in at the sex club, and it had been just as good as the first time, so Reza kept texting him. He’d found himself crushing pretty hard, which wasn’t something he did very often at all as a grown-ass man. But Shane had occupied more and more of Reza’s brainspace as the days rolled on. He’d stayed cool about it on the outside, aware he could very easily run the other man off if he was too eager, but every ding of his phone when a response came through made Reza’s heart jump.
Until they’d stopped coming, that was. Reza hadn’t harassed him, he knew as well as anybody that life got busy and there was more to it than text flirting and hooking up, and that mental excuse for Shane lasted through about a week of no response. He couldn’t find time to text back in a full week? Please. After two unanswered messages, Reza had taken the hint and stopped trying. It sucked, but it happened, and he guessed he hadn’t left the impression on Shane that Shane had left on him. Reza could be a grown up about it, even if he was disappointed.
When a client of his wanted to get booked at Firelight for a big event they were planning, Reza didn’t have much choice but to go do his job and try to get the booking. Such things were always better done in person, so he went down to the club in the early afternoon to catch someone before they got busy. He was half hoping that Shane wouldn’t be there so he could talk to one of the other owners, and half hoping that he was. Just in case of the latter, Reza made sure to look sharp. He walked in with his client’s info in hand and demo track on his phone, his chin up and his shoulders back, and started looking around for someone in charge.
Object permanence had never been one of Shane's strong suits, especially when it came to people. It was one of his greater flaws, the ability to leave people behind and forget about them. He was flighty and flaky and a text message didn't have the same impact as having the person there in the room with him so ghosting Reza had come too easily to him, not that he really considered it ghosting, he just lost interest like he so easily lost interest in nearly everything in his life eventually. It came as a surprise then when Reza walked into Firelight, looking fine as fuck and seeing him actually sparked something inside of him. Shane didn't do relationships, he barely even did friends with benefits, routine was torment and it was more fun to explore new people than it was to get to know someone very well. And yet.
He was trying to plan some decorations for the upcoming 'nobody's fool' event on the eve of April First and he wasn't really liking where Manny's head was at. He was in the middle of gesturing and suggesting a change to his plan when he spotted Reza and instinctually smiled brightly, patting Manny on the shoulder before leaving his side to go say hi. It didn't even occur to him that Reza might not want to talk to him or that he might not have left things in a great way, seeing him was weirdly exciting, especially for someone he'd already had sex with twice (or four times, counting the morning after sex).
Reza spotted Shane the instant he moved away from the man he was talking to, and before he could stop himself, the corner of his mouth twitched up. Shane was grinning, and his smile was just infectious, Reza already knew that. Fucking asshole. His expression smoothed over again as he walked to meet him. He was tempted to just bypass him to go talk to the other guy, but Reza was attempting to be professional. Since that was the only connection Shane seemed to want. He stopped walking once they were close enough, giving Shane a nod and a hooded glance-over. “Hello again,” he said, his voice quiet and even. “Hope I’m not interrupting.” Professional, professional ... even though the sight of him kicked Reza’s heart up a few notches.
"Hi," Shane all but purred at him, not professional in the least bit as he looked him over with a grin on his lips and a glint in his eye and wondered why he hadn't talked to him lately. Reza looked fine as fuck and just seeing him reminded Shane just how much his cock liked the guy. It was probably problematic for someone who didn't want to keep fucking the same person but his body didn't care about his flight of fancy. He was drawn to the man and already thinking of all the things they'd done and the things he wanted to do with him - to him. "You can interrupt any time you want," he added with a brief glance over his shoulder at Manny before turning his attention to Reza again. "How've you been?"
He was mildly disgusted at himself for the effect Shane had on his body. Reza bit the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling back, the tension in him being pulled in a different direction. The bemused thought crossed his mind that this dickhead could be a damn cult leader, he had true magnetism. He definitely didn’t look any kind of apologetic, and that gave Reza dumb mixed feelings in his stomach. The only indication of all of that was a fleeting flustered look on his face. He hadn’t really expected that sort of greeting, like Shane hadn’t done anything wrong. And maybe he didn’t think he had. Charming assholes were bad at empathy, Reza knew that from experience. “I’ve been good, thanks,” he answered evenly, doing his best to ignore the way his palms had gotten a little sweaty. “Do you have a few minutes to talk some business?”
"Does it have to be in an office?" Shane asked playfully, waving at Manny that he was out even if this probably was something Reza could run by him too. Shane didn't want him there, let him deal with the decorations for now. Talking business was the last thing on his mind but he was at work and he supposed he could be professional, at least partially. "C'mon," he murmured, grabbing Reza's shoulder gently to urge him to follow before leading the way up to the VIP area. The club was empty and they could talk anywhere, of course, but the VIP had the best couches and Shane was all about comfort. "It's good to see you," he murmured as they walked. "You look good." He gave Reza a pointed once-over as emphasis and good didn't really encompass just how hot he looked.
Reza didn’t shrug him off, though he was tempted to. Shane looked so genuinely glad -- and horny -- to see him, it was throwing him off. Was he being a big bitch about this? People got busy. It wasn’t like they’d gone on a bunch of dates or anything, they’d just fucked a few times, maybe he was being silly ... but fuck. Didn’t he deserve someone who would get back to him eventually? His mind tripped over itself as he walked with Shane to the VIP area. The compliment made his insides even more unsettled, because he’d wanted to look good, wanted Shane to notice and see what he missed out on, and he’d definitely noticed. It was the rest of it that was hard. He should’ve just called the club instead of showing up. “Thank you,” he murmured back, not returning the compliment. Even though Shane did look good. Reza was pretty sure that was just his default. Once they were in the VIP section, he moved to sit down on one of the couches.
Shane flopped down next to him, facing him and resting his arm on the back of the couch, settling his hand against his head. "So what you got for me?" he asked, looking at Reza for a second too long before glancing down at the papers he was holding. He knew why Reza was there, he herded in talent and Shane couldn't remember a time when said talent hadn't been hired. He had good taste - hell, he had good taste in everything and Shane couldn't remember why he'd brushed him off so easily now. Maybe it was the 50+ unread messages on his phone, it was too easy to ignore them and start feeling like they meant nothing but now that he was physically there, well, Shane wasn't eager to let him leave just yet. It should have felt alarming and maybe it would be if he let himself think about it too hard, but right now it was just chemistry and like with most drugs, he wasn't exactly thinking straight.
Shane sat down closer to Reza than he expected, which was annoying, but he didn’t let it fluster him. Or he at least didn’t let it show. He was supposed to be in business mode now. Reza handed over the small folder of information to Shane as he started talking, describing his client’s genre of music and giving a short list of other clubs he’d successfully played at. He was a fairly young DJ and Reza thought he was pretty damn talented and his style fit Firelight pretty well. There were a couple of pictures of his usual stage set-up mixed in with the papers he’d handed Shane, because aesthetic was important to some club owners. “I’ve got a demo ready too if you want to listen first,” he said, sliding his phone out of his pocket. “Pricing is in the folder, it’s pretty standard. I know he’s not a big name yet, but he’s talented and got good energy.”
Shane looked over some of the paperwork and he supposed he could be professional for a few minutes while he got a feel for what Reza was there to sell him. It was tempting to just say yes and do the deal without knowing shit about it, trust that Reza was good at his job and wouldn't let him down this time either, but Manny would probably kill him if he hired someone without at least listening. "Let's hear it," he said. "I like trying out new talent." People generally came for the club itself and not whoever was listed as DJ though the latter could certainly bring in a new crowd and a potential new client base. It wasn't a scary prospect, taking a chance on a newbie, though they might not list him for a big night at first. A sample only really said so much and didn't give him the whole image of a full night's performance.
Reza had a phone with a decent speaker, but the bass was weak and he didn’t like to sell his clients short, so he produced a small bluetooth speaker from his jacket pocket. He turned it on and set it down on the small table in front of them, and started up the demo. It was a pretty catchy song, and unlike a lot of music DJs tended to provide, it was an original work. Reza let it play, lacing his fingers against one knee so he wouldn’t fidget. He started out eyeing Shane’s shoes, but his gaze was drawn up those long legs to the rest of him before he could help himself. He knew all too well what was under the clothes, and he wished he didn’t want to get his hands under them again, but he did. Once the song was coming to an end, Reza looked at Shane with a cocked eyebrow, only mildly curious what he thought. He was ready to sign a contract and get out of there before he did something stupid.
Shane had heard enough but there was no reason to rush this along so since Reza didn't flat out ask what he thought of the song, he leaned back and quirked a brow back at him. "You got more?" he murmured and while Reza dutifully provided another song he indulged in kind of eating him up with his eyes. The second song was the same quality and Shane was definitely signing this kid up for a couple of nights at least but he could tell Reza that later. First things first. "What are you doing tonight?" he asked, aware that Reza was a little stiff and that just made him think of all the things he could do to loosen him up. The music did nothing to quell that urge, a nice heavy bass always seemed to get his libido up and Reza's DJ knew what he was doing.
Shane’s eyes on him made his cheeks feel kind of hot, but Reza kept his neutral expression as best he could. He wanted to take out his vape just for something else to do with his hands, but he wasn’t sure if it was allowed in this club ... and it might show his nerves more than he wanted to. The question in the middle of the track wasn’t quite a surprise, given the way Shane was looking at him like he was a snack, but Reza wasn’t super keen to answer it. At least not honestly, because he had zero plans for the night. He considered ignoring the question, making something up, or telling Shane to go fuck himself for even asking, but dismissed each of those quickly. He settled for a middle ground. “Maybe you would get to know, if you’d answered my texts weeks ago,” he said, his brow arching for a different reason this time as he met Shane’s gaze.
Shane gave him a pained smile and sucked air through his teeth as he looked away because yeah, he deserved that. Ouch. "I hate phones," he admitted in a drawl. "They're so impersonal." He turned his attention to Reza again, curious if this was really going to be an obstacle or not. It shouldn't really feel like a loss, Shane was too popular to really care if one person rejected him but there was something there, probably some challenge he felt like he had to overcome. It couldn't be a thirst for familiarity because that so wasn't him but there was something drawing him in and keeping him on the hook. At least when Reza was actually physically close to him. "I was invited to a wine tasting thing and that's so not my thing but it could be fun with someone else there, you know anything about wine?" He'd been invited to a couple of parties too so his plans were undecided and he was mentally preparing to land on his feet if Reza had written him off completely.
That struck Reza as a lame-ass excuse and there was a complete lack of apology. Shane was a business owner in a rather high-tech business, Reza was sure he used his phone constantly. Maybe he didn’t like to socialize on it or maybe he had a work phone he paid more attention to. But when that was the only line of communication they could use to set up another in-person encounter, he wasn’t sure how not to take being ghosted personally. Maybe he was being too prickly about it though. Shane didn’t have to be inviting him anywhere at the moment, he could’ve just passed him off to his co-owner, he kept looking at Reza like he wanted to feast on him ... Reza could feel his annoyed resolve breaking. It wasn’t like he was trying to marry the guy, perish the thought, but having a regular friend with benefits situation with a man he had such good chemistry with had been an exciting prospect for a little while. It was just disappointing. Reza sighed, tilting his head and gazing at Shane with narrowed eyes before he cracked a smile and looked away. “I know a lot about wine,” he murmured. “And I know enough about you to guess that a wine tasting would bore you to tears without me, so ...”
"It would," Shane groaned emphatically, tilting his head back for emphasis before smiling at Reza again and nudging his shoulder. "What do you say? Save me?" He wouldn't even go if Reza said no, that much was given. It sounded like something that could potentially be fun in the right company and he did love trying new things. If it really sucked, they could get out of there early, go to a party or if he played his cards right, straight to his place. "I don't know shit about wine," he added on, like he was admitting to something slightly embarrassing but he didn't need to know about wine, not in Firelight. He knew his drugs and his hard liquor but most people didn't come there to dip their tongues into a Riesling, humming and hawing. They came there to get wasted, to hook up and to dance.
How was he so stupidly charming? Fuck. It made Reza halfway wonder if he was something magical somehow, enchanted or some sort of fae slumming around with humans. But it was more likely that he was just charismatic and Reza just had a ridiculous crush. “I can coach you on enough buzzwords to get by, it’s mostly pretentious bullshit,” he said, unable to keep a straight face anymore. He lifted one hand to rub at his eyes and let out a huffed laugh. “Gods,” Reza groaned softly. “You dick. I bet you do this all the time, don’t you? And you get away with it, too.” He looked at Shane again and shook his head, the words more amused and wry than anything else. “What time are you picking me up?”
Shane's smile brightened because he obviously had Reza back on the hook and that made him happy. Somehow going to a party or going clubbing just didn't sound as fun as... going wine tasting with him. That probably should have worried him but instead he just reveled in his new plans and leaned in closer to Reza to speak more directly in his ear. "I don't." He leaned back again and looked at the folder in his lap. "Seven thirty, and hook me up with this guy, you've got yourself a deal." And a date, but he didn't say as much, just gave Reza a playful little smile. It was a big deal, really, hooking up with a guy for a third time. He hadn't done that without getting paid for it and that was a lifetime ago. Of course he didn't want to tell Reza that, why put ideas in his head when they were obviously just having fun.
The side of Reza’s neck started tingling the instant Shane began to lean in, and he felt goosebumps race down his back. That was why he hadn’t written Shane off completely, he supposed. The sex had been incredible, there seemed to be some raw animal attraction between them, maybe just that was worth enduring some occasional flakiness. Reza got the sense he ought to get his fill before Shane did disappear completely. Half-smiling back at him, Reza dipped his hand into his jacket to pull out a pen and offered it over. “Sign the initial agreement on page four. I’ll get you both on a call tomorrow so we can work out scheduling.” He kept that bemused tone even with the work-speak. If they hadn’t already slept together he might have felt differently about mixing business and pleasure, but whatever. If he could get fantastically laid and help out his clients at the same time, what was the harm in that?
Shane grabbed the pen and signed the agreement before handing it back to Reza along with the folder. For all he knew Reza would lead him along tonight only to ditch him, if he was for real annoyed about the lack of texting. It'd be disappointing for sure, Shane didn't fully understand why he was so drawn to the man. It was easily ignored when he wasn't in his presence but as soon as he was close, Shane was drawn in. He was used to having that effect on other people but feeling it himself was alien to him. "You should wear this tonight," he murmured, looking Reza up and down again. "I like it." It was going to be hard to focus on work when Reza walked out of there but they were not about to go get it on in the club bathroom.
Reza had all the confidence in the world in his looks and his style, but compliments from certain people still made him feel fluttery and glowing inside, and Shane was obviously one of those people. Bastard. There was also the added layer of erotic appreciation for being told what to do by the man. Gods, he was definitely on the hook. Reza managed not to grin like a complete idiot, though it came close. He returned Shane’s look of assessment and smirked. “And you should wear something else,” he countered as he gathered up his things. Shane didn’t look terrible, of course, that was probably impossible no matter what. Reza just knew he could do better, and he hoped Shane would put some effort into tonight too. He stood up and offered his hand to shake. “Pleasure doing business with you.”
"Pleasure's all mine," Shane drawled as he took his hand in a tight grip, letting the touch linger a moment longer than necessary. The business was the least of that pleasure for sure, it was just pleasure to be around the other man. He liked that Reza had some bite and he loved that his amusement shone through no matter how much he tried to suppress it. Shane would dress up nice for the wine tasting, nothing too stuffy but what he currently had on was a little too casual and if he wanted to match Reza's sharp dress sense he would have to make an effort. The urge to buy something new bubbled up but he had very recently gotten some good outfits that he still hadn't used in public so the urge was easier to quench than it otherwise might have been.
It would only be a matter of hours between now and when Shane came for him -- if Shane came for him, the most cynical part of Reza warned -- but he didn’t really want to leave. He couldn’t very well hang around the club until Shane was ready to go like some lost puppy. He was sure he would lose enough of his dignity later in the night. So Reza left their interaction at that, his long fingers brushing against the inside of Shane’s wrist before they let go. With another little half-smile, he turned and made his way toward the front of the club again. He didn’t have any other appointments for the day, so he thought he would share the good news with his client, do some self-care cleaning up at home with the hours he had left, and get ready by seven-thirty. It might be the last time he got to spend any time with Shane, after all, so he wanted to make the most of it.
The rest of the day was busy for Shane and he started by telling Manny about the new DJ, leaving out the rest of what had happened with Reza because there was an unspoken rule of 'don't ask don't tell' regarding Shane's sex with men and since breaking it wasn't entertaining, Shane actually abided by it. He stayed at the club for another few hours, frustrated when he didn't get everything done that he needed to get done by the time he left. It was easy to leave that frustration at work though, knowing he had a date and was about to try something new to boot and by the time he had showered and gotten dressed, his work problems were all but forgotten. He was pretty chipper when he drove to Reza's place, debating whether he should text him when he was outside or actually go in. He decided on the latter, determined not to give in to the temptation to forego the date for sex as he rang Reza's bell and slipped his hands in the pockets of his blazer, adapting a casual stance for the doorbell camera.
Reza was determined not to be nervous while he was getting ready. He’d sat and meditated for a while in the breezy spare room that served as his workspace, and it had helped a bit. He was usually better at taking things as they came in regard to his social life, but this guy had gotten under his skin in a way that could easily turn sour but felt so good in the moment. As he showered for the second time that day, Reza told himself that he would just go with the flow, like a ocean breeze, and just have fun. He got as groomed as he could get and got dressed again -- he kept most of the outfit from earlier in that day, but he changed up the shirt, just to be a little defiant. It still looked damn good, and he didn’t like to be too predictable. Especially not with a guy like this. Reza had known a few. He was ready and waiting when Shane rang the bell. Which was a pleasant surprise, Reza had expected just a text. He didn’t rush to the door, but didn’t make him wait long either, opening up with a little half-smile. He glanced over Shane approvingly. “Hey,” he greeted, leaning one shoulder against the doorframe. “Such a gentleman, came to the door.” Reza grinned. “Ready to go?”
"Gentleman," Shane said lightly, shaking his head with a smile of amusement. "Yeah, that's me." He let out a little chuckle then looked Reza up and down with obvious appreciation. "Yeah, I'm all ready and you look ready too." He didn't notice the shirt was different, the overall look was the same and earlier that day he'd been preoccupied with other aspects of Reza than the details of his clothing. Now wasn't much different, he was more interested in the shape of his body and those ridiculously kissable lips. The temptation to actually just step inside and pull Reza into a heated kiss was there just as he predicted so he forced himself to step back and made a sweeping gesture to the great outside. "Shall we?" He could have self control sometimes, he thought proudly, though it really shouldn't be something to gloat about.
Reza had been aware of the possibility that they might not make it out of the house as well, hence the question. But Shane didn’t make up some excuse about needing the bathroom or a pre-drink or just come in with no excuse at all, so he counted that as a good sign. “We shall,” he murmured, his lips curling further up. Reza snagged his keys from the bowl next to the door and stepped out, turning to lock up behind himself. That done, he turned and smiled at Shane, and gestured for him to lead the way back to wherever he had parked. “You look good,” he offered first as they walked, his big eyes ticking over Shane again. He looked so damn delicious when he moved, the clothes didn’t even matter, but Reza did make note of the effort Shane had made.
Shane turned to walk backwards, holding his arms out as if to display the outfit. It was pretty new and he loved it, it hugged him in all the right places, showed off a lot of his hard work and the color went with his eyes. He'd picked it for a reason for this date, that was clear. "Thank you," he said with a bit of a swagger. "Good enough to eat?" he added, playfully biting his lip as he studied Reza's face. They'd be doing a lot of tasting tonight and if Shane had his way, it wouldn't end with the wine. "Have you eaten?" he asked, since wine on an empty stomach was never a great idea and even he knew that. They hadn't talked about dinner but it could be arranged if necessary, Shane was very good at solutions on the fly.
He was one of those guys who had a knack for turning insufferable ego into something charming, and Reza kind of loved it. Shane did look good enough to eat, and Reza hoped he got to peel that new outfit off of him later in the night. “Have I eaten you? Not in too long,” he teased with a smirk, his hands slipped into his jacket pockets. He knew what Shane meant, of course, and he’d been mindful of not wanting to get too drunk tonight before they could get anywhere, so he’d snacked on a few things just to have some food in his stomach when they started tasting wine. “Not like a heavy dinner, but I’ve had some food,” he answered the real question. “I know you’re new here, but any wine tasting worth its salt will have a snack bar. They don’t want shitty drunks around either.”
Shane laughed at the retort and it was true, it had been a while since they hooked up but he was eager to fix that tonight. "Let's hope this wine tasting is worth its salt," he murmured then as he unlocked the car and opened the door for Reza - since he was playing the role of gentleman and all tonight. "If you get shitty drunk I'll just take you to a waffle house or something," he added cheekily before shutting the door and darting around the car. He could have winged a nice reservation somewhere if Reza was actually hungry but this was better, they'd actually make it to the wine tasting on time. It wasn't his regular crowd but he knew some people there and they loved him for whatever reason so he knew they'd be delighted he actually showed up and it was a new experience. Mostly he was just looking forward to finding out how much Reza knew about wine.
Reza snorted as Shane shut the car door and settled himself in the seat. If he was shitty drunk, he would eat like a pig at Waffle House and loudly criticize all the food at the same time, so he was definitely going to avoid going there. Just happy and tipsy would be the best sort of drunk. He wanted to be able to enjoy Shane, after all, and having to be babied because one couldn’t hold their liquor was so unattractive. He wanted to get laid tonight, especially if this might be the last hurrah. “So who invited you to this thing? Am I actually meeting people you know?” he asked, looking over at Shane’s profile as he settled in behind the wheel. Reza hoped the question wasn’t weird since they weren’t officially dating or anything, but he didn’t know yet how open Shane was about seeing men. If he needed to act like just an associate or what.
"Oh these old queens," Shane said flippantly as he got them going. "They run this restaurant I go to all the time so - you know how it goes. Suddenly you're friendly and we've met at some other events. They're all 'avant garde' art world whatever, so not my scene but it's fun." He furrowed his brows as he realized he wasn't even sure what avant garde meant, it was just one of those phrases people threw around when discussing art so it seemed fitting and he'd for sure have to look it up when they parked again. "They're great though, hilarious, so this is a whole restaurant thing and I obviously don't serve fancy wine at Firelight but I guess they're hoping I'll get hooked on something tonight." His attention was on the traffic as he rambled but as soon as it was a little quieter he glanced at Reza again. "They're kinda shit out of luck, the only wine I've liked so far is cheap bubbly."
Oh good, Reza could handle artsy queens. He grinned slowly as Shane described them, unsurprised that they weren’t really friends but appreciating that he socialized with those types too. Chicago had a vibrant scene all over, but some of the people who ran the popular places got so insular and boring. “Yeah, it’s an acquired taste that you have to keep acquiring for way too long before you like it,” he said with a soft huff. “I got started too early. Teenage rebellion. But okay, I can have fun with old restaurant queens. Should we tell them we’re just banging? Ooh, or I could make up something fun ... like I don’t speak any English and I’m your mail-order exotic boytoy.” He let his head fall back against the seat rest and grinned lazily over at Shane as he reached over to lightly smooth a hand down his arm. “I’m just here to serve, master,” he said in Arabic, then tittered a little.
In the middle of his laughing, Shane's eyes widened and he glanced over again. "What?" he exclaimed and it was so not fair that Reza could just speak another language and play him dirty like that. Unless he was faking it but Shane doubted it. "You can't do that if you're gonna teach me about all the wines," he added, wagging a finger at Reza. "I don't even know what you said but I bet it's filthy." Reza would make a fine boytoy, he couldn't deny that, but Shane was more of a renter than buyer. "Are you gonna translate? Or do I have to use my imagination." Unless it was an insult then he'd definitely not want to know, better to be happy and oblivious.
His reaction made Reza laugh too, but he had a good point about the wine training. At least Shane hadn’t thought the suggestion was weird enough to not even be entertaining. He definitely didn’t seem like that kind of guy, but it was nice to have proof. He laughed again at the request for translation and was tempted to rattle off some truly filthy things in another of his tongues, but he decided to be nice. “I basically just said I’m here to serve,” he told Shane, smirking. He left off the ‘master’ part, just in case that was too far even in jest. “But you’re right, if you’re going to learn anything about wine tonight, I guess I don’t have time to teach you Arabic.” He tsk’ed as though that was a shame, then snickered again.
"Oh, I like that," Shane murmured, quirking a brow at the translation. "And there's room for both, you can teach me wine and Arabic at the same time. I'm a quick study." Maybe he could teach Reza something in return, he thought but of course that idea got sexual in his head pretty much instantly and he wasn't so sure Reza had much to learn there. "Teach me something now? Like... How do you say 'I want to suck your dick'?" He shot Reza a teasing little look because obviously he hadn't picked that line at random, he wanted to know how to say that and 'suck my dick' and probably a variety of other sex related sentences though that was probably as far as he'd ever get in his language lessons.
Reza was not surprised at all to hear what Shane wanted to learn first, and he chuckled as he mentally made the translation. Some things were just better expressed in English for him, and explicit dirty talk was usually one of those things. Arabic was just too tied to his parents in his brain. But he dutifully told Shane how to say it, since he’d started this line of conversation, smirking all the while. Reza ran through the words more slowly until Shane could mimic it back well enough. “Not half bad,” he murmured, sounding pleased. “For a white boy. That flexible tongue of yours has everything to do with it.” Reza grinned a bit.
Of course Shane had to stick his flexible tongue out at Reza in reply to what he said and then he was grinning again, muttering the words once more to make sure they'd stick in his memory. He'd have to look it up online too, see how it was written, but he doubted he'd go much further in his language learning than that. Reza's lesson had occupied most of their drive and before long they were entering the parking lot of the hotel that was hosting the event. "I should get a room here sometime," Shane pondered out loud as they entered the lobby. It looked fancy and Shane always kind of loved dipping his toes into that stuff even if he never felt like he fit in there. He slipped his arm around Reza's and tugged him to his side. "You wanna try this place out?"
Reza had expected the wine tasting to happen at the queens’ restaurant, not a hotel, so he was a bit bemused when that was where they pulled up. He knew this hotel had good event space though, and maybe they were expecting more people than could fit in their restaurant, or just wanted to feel fancier, who knew. He laughed a bit and slipped his arm around Shane’s back at the hug, irrationally pleased that he was showing affection in public. “I mean sure, if you want to slum it up for a night,” he teased, half-grinning. “We could actually get drunk at this thing then. I can buy the room service.” There was no doubt they would be hungry later, and now that the idea was on the table, lounging naked around a posh hotel room and eating room service food at midnight with Shane sounded pretty damn nice. Unless he was talking about a future night, but Reza wasn’t going to bank on that.
"Let's see if they have any good rooms available," Shane said cheerfully and since Reza liked the idea then it was decided that's what they were doing. It had been a while since he spent a night in a hotel and it was a luxury he really enjoyed. It was also a certain failsafe; if the event itself sucked they wouldn't have to get in the car and decide on a party or another event. They could just hightail it to their room. As it happened there was plenty of vacancy so by the time they actually entered the hall for the wine tasting they each had a keycard in their pocket. "I was not expecting this many people," Shane admitted and Reza had been right. There wasn't a snack bar as such but most of the wine was set up on a table with food best paired up with each type of wine so there was cheese, crackers and berries aplenty all over the place. "Fancy," he whispered to Reza as they headed inside, snagging a grape as he mentally prepped for all the greetings they'd no doubt have to get through before they could actually start tasting wine.
Reza was fairly certain there were no bad rooms at this hotel, but he was happy to get one that was upgraded anyway. He strolled into the hall with Shane and glanced around, immediately glad that they were dressed well for this. Not that he often dressed any other way, but still. Shane wasn’t wrong about the greetings -- as soon as the restaurant owners spotted him, they made a beeline over, all smiles and “daaaarling”s and with a small clump of hangers-on that followed them. There were a lot of cross introductions, and Reza noticed that Shane didn’t put any particular relationship label on the two of them. He was fine with that. He didn’t bother to try and remember any names himself, just smiled and shook hands when he was supposed to. Usually he never passed up a good marketing opportunity, but that wasn’t exactly why he was there tonight. He wanted to have fun instead.
After that the night was full of mingling and sipping wine and telling Shane about why things paired well together and what people meant by ‘notes’ in the flavor and how to properly sample wine. A few people spoke to him and asked about his background. Reza was already a few glasses in by that point and he freely told them that his family was Egyptian and Persian, that he’d been raised Muslim and spoke fluent Arabic. Those were facts he didn’t usually try to hide from people -- his looks made it impossible to pass as white anyway -- and even in a big city like Chicago he got mixed reactions.
Reza couldn’t help but notice the way some attitudes toward him changed after that. While Shane was distracted with schmoozing with someone else, Reza caught sight of a few unkind glances his way. Knowing he shouldn’t but unable to help himself, he magically reached out and shifted some of the sound waves in the room around to funnel them toward where he was standing as he pretended to be interested in the label of one bottle in particular. ”I thought they killed all their gays,” someone whispered to someone else, eliciting a giggle. ”Was he checked by security for bombs?” “... dirty sand nigger, trying to dress up.” That last one really made his skin crawl. Feeling a little drunk in the bad way now, Reza set the bottle back on the table and started glancing around for Shane, drawing a long slow breath in through his nose.
Shane wasn't far away of course, but he had been swiped by a wannabe comedian who was doing an okay job of making him laugh but that probably had more to do with the wine and his generally good mood tonight. The guy was talking a mile a minute and Shane and one other guy were his raptured audience chuckling along to a story of immense bad luck that Shane wasn't all that sure he believed to be true. But who knew, real life was so much weirder than most people realized. He wasn't really aware that he needed an out until he spotted Reza out of the corner of his eye and lept to the chance to interrupt by gesturing vaguely and backing away. It wasn't really rude since he wasn't the only one listening and a moment later he approached Reza with a smile. "Where'd you disappear off to?" he murmured, lightly resting his hands on his hips. "I think I've tried at least half the wine in here and I'm so ready for something with an actual kick." Flavor wise at least, the wine did have a kick when it came to making him feel a little tipsy, he just didn't much care for the taste.
A bit of relief washed over Reza when he spotted Shane heading his way. Not that he felt in danger or anything -- this crowd was maybe lowkey racist and snotty, but not the aggressive types -- he was just damn ready now to get the fuck out there. The wine had been okay but not amazing, and Reza was done with the crowd. He felt a little rattled and practically like there was a spotlight on them as Shane sidled in close to him. Reza tried not to be stiff, but he couldn’t help a bit of tension in his back and shoulders. “Me too,” he agreed quickly, and lightly rubbed his hands against Shane’s arms. He hoped it pissed one of the bigots off, and while part of him wanted to play that up and nuzzle on Shane to sort of mark his territory, more of him just wanted out of that room. “Let’s go hit the hotel bar for something actually worth drinking, yeah?”
"And something better to eat," Shane murmured as he dipped down to sneak a kiss on Reza's neck. He wasn't hungry but it was plenty obvious what he meant by the words. "Tonight did not warm me up to wine," he added. "So I guess my queens will just have to live with me ordering beer with their fancy steaks." Oh they hated that but that really wasn't his problem. "Where are the old hags anyway, should we say goodbye?" He made a point of looking around but there was no way he was going to go hunting them down if they weren't readily available right now, he was already kind of walking toward the entrance with Reza at his side so that was obvious. "Oh well," he said without any of the actual remorse that usually came with the words. "Their loss." He turned his attention to Reza again with an easy smile. "Did you have fun?"
Reza wasn’t positive that any of the racism he’d overheard had come from Shane’s queens, but he didn’t want to find out either, so he was relieved when they didn’t sashay over to say goodbye. It wasn’t a great business networking practice, but in this case he was absolutely fine with an Irish exit or whatever they called it. Shane seemed completely oblivious to his discomfort, and Reza wasn’t sure if that said more about his date or his own ability to hide things. He didn’t want to be a downer on the evening, and they were escaping through the door now, so he managed to smile back. “Yeah. Ready to be alone with you, though,” he said, slipping his arm through Shane’s for the walk toward the bar. Shane was there with him, and the rest of the night was theirs, he reminded himself. So Reza was pretty sure he didn’t share the shitty opinions of those acquaintances.
Anyone who'd known Shane for any handful of time was used to him disappearing from events without saying goodbye and he didn't worry about it. Going around trying to find people could take forever at parties and people got chatty when they were drunk so he was relieved Reza didn't want to follow some unwritten social rule and go around thanking the hosts. "You're alone with me now," he murmured as they entered the near empty halls of the hotel, heading for the elevator. "This was actually kinda fun, even if it was a bit stuffy. I'd probably have more fun at a beer tasting party or something." A cocaine sampler, a pizza tasting party, whiskey club. There were probably all sorts of weird parties people could throw if given the right incentive but Shane was pretty sure he was done with tasters for the most part.
Reza went where he was led, only recalling that there was a rooftop bar in this hotel when they stopped at the bank of elevators in the lobby. Maybe that would be nice and no one would be up there except the servers. And if it wasn’t ... maybe he could just buy a whole bottle of something good for them to take to their room. Not wine, something stronger. He was hardly listening to Shane, his mind spinning its wheels elsewhere, and he just hummed some agreement about a beer tasting party -- was that even a thing? -- and waited for the shiny brass doors in front of them to open. Once they were actually on the elevator, he hit the button for the roof level and watched as the doors slid silently shut again. Then Reza turned to face Shane, his hands coming up to grip his jacket lapels so he could pull him into a kiss. It wasn’t rough but it was insistent, because goddammit, he was good enough for this charming well-off white guy, no matter what anybody else thought about his ethnic background.
Shane was about to ask about the rooftop because in his mind they were just going to go to their room and empty the minibar but then Reza's lips were on his and he was happily distracted from the question. He'd kissed him many times already and he really should be bored with him by now but the kiss still made his insides flutter and joy bloom fresh in his chest. He deepened the kiss and pulled Reza in close, loving how nicely he fit in his arms, delicate but strong and there were advantages to the lack of height difference that he hadn't thought about before, namely not having to bow down or pick him up. It was actually just kind of perfect and Shane didn't think too deeply about that or he might start to worry. The last thing he needed was to catch feelings for someone, he was content spending the rest of his life being alone, being noone, going nowhere. Not right now though, he was present in the moment, savoring the way Reza's mouth tasted and felt against his own.
Reza’s insides were clenching and rolling too, but not for all the same reasons. Yes, he was already pretty hooked on kissing Shane, which was likely going to be a problem when he inevitably disappeared again. He was aware it wasn’t the best tactic to disprove some people’s opinions of him with someone else’s opinion of him ... but after becoming aware there were people in the room who thought he might be a terrorist, it felt pretty fucking good to kiss someone who wanted to kiss him back. He held tight to Shane’s jacket with one hand and slid his other arm around his shoulders, enjoying how they were broader than his own. He liked being close in height since it saved his neck from so many cricks, but he also liked that Shane was bigger than him in other ways. Reza wondered idly if Shane would’ve defended him, had he overheard what was being said. It was childish to be turned on by the idea of a guy getting into a fight on his behalf, but he was drunk and feeling weird, so he indulged the idea for a moment while they kissed. Reza only pulled back when the elevator dinged and opened. “I’m gonna buy a bottle of something strong for us to take back to our room,” he murmured, licking his lips. “That sound okay?”
Shane was very much of the mind that he was buying tonight but if Reza wanted to buy the booze then he wasn't going to argue. "That sounds great," he drawled and grabbed Reza's hand before leaving the elevator and now the roof thing actually made sense when he saw the bar. "You know we can just charge it to the room," he suggested with a grin as they reached the bar. "Unless you're gonna be hogging it." He shot the bartender a bright smile and then quirked a brow at Reza. "No more wine, we're getting something with a kick." Because wine could allegedly be strong but he was pretty sure Reza wasn't thinking about buying more of what they'd been sipping on all night.
Shane was already paying for the room, and Reza knew that wasn’t cheap, so he didn’t mind covering their booze and food later. He nodded to the bartender and pulled out his wallet, then glanced at Shane. “Pick anything you want, as long as it’s strong,” he told him. “It’s on me.” If Shane wanted to be his daddy and pay for everything, he was going to need more of a commitment. Mindful of the audience, he didn’t say so, but the thought was there. Once they’d picked something out, Reza paid for it and tipped the bartender generously on the credit card slip. He still felt slightly unsettled and rushed, like they might run into one of those bigots at any second, but once they’d ridden the elevator back down to their floor and were walking over that thick lush carpet, he started to relax a bit. “Some of the people you know down there really suck, by the way,” he murmured finally, glancing over at Shane.
Shane didn't know any of those people very well and he was well aware that the asshole ratio could be pretty high but the statement still surprised him. "Oh? Did something happen?" he asked, slipping his keycard from his pocket as he eyed the room numbers to find theirs. He wasn't always great at picking up on people's moods but then he didn't really know anyone well enough to know their patterns. He didn't feel like he'd left Reza's side for anything significant to have taken place and he hadn't noticed anyone really being a jerk but that wasn't saying much when he wasn't feeling alert. Now curiosity got the better of him and he had to wonder just who had rattled Reza and how.
“I just overheard some things said about me,” he said. They’d been whispered conversations so he hadn’t expected Shane to have heard, but there was still a small bitter part of him that wasn’t surprised the white guy hadn’t picked up on anything amiss. Reza had seen the looks and felt the vibes before he’d started listening. “Some racist, Islamophobe shit.” He wasn’t going to repeat them verbatim, that wasn’t the point. He didn’t expect Shane to do anything about it, Reza just had to let out the tension that it had happened somehow, before it ruined his whole mood. He didn’t want to let it fuck up their night. This might be the last one, after all, and he wanted it to live large and hot in his memory.
Shane always thought of racism as something that came from loud assholes in the streets, ignorant white trash spewing obscenities at Walmart. "Wait, really?" he asked and pulled Reza closer when the door shut behind them. He wasn't oblivious to the fact that a lot of people were racist it was just hard to grasp that concept for him. In his world so far people had been pretty equal regardless of race, the doctors at AIR had been equally awful to him and they'd come in a few flavors. Some people he worked with tended to make stupid jokes but they never seemed particularly harmful. "Who was it?" he asked with a little frown as he slipped one arm around Reza. "You wanna go back down and humiliate them?" He doubted Reza wanted to but it could be fun flustering people who thought they couldn't be flustered, anyone could be made to blush and they always hated it.
Reza slid his own arm around Shane’s waist and let out a short laugh. Humiliation over physical confrontation was much more appealing, who didn’t love making a good scene? That sort of thing was better left in fantasy though. In Reza’s experience, the embarrassment only made the bigots hate him more. Or they took it out on the next brown man they came across. He appreciated the offer from Shane though, and his smile said as much. “Tempting, but ... nah, they don’t deserve any more of my time,” he said. “Our time.” Maybe it was the closeness or the fact that they were alone now or just getting it off his chest, but Reza already felt a little better. “I dunno who they were anyway, don’t think I was introduced.”
Shane figured that if Reza had really wanted him to do something about it he would have pointed those people out to him while they were still at the wine tasting. He was imagining it now, the subtle ways he could make people suffer without them ever realizing he was doing it and that sudden streak of vengeance on Reza's behalf caught him by surprise. Was that a protective feeling? He got that feeling for kids sometimes but not grownups and not people he was fucking. Reza was a grown-ass-man, he could fight his own battles so why did Shane suddenly want to do it for him? He put it out of his mind and snuck a kiss on Reza's lips. "Good, then it wasn't the queens and I don't have to boycott their restaurant." It was expensive and stupid fancy but their steak was to die for so Shane definitely wanted to go back.
The kiss also helped, and Reza let out a soft snicker. “Priorities, right?” he murmured, the smile still lingering on his face. He didn’t mind that Shane didn’t turn into some idiot in shining armor, trying to run back down to fight someone on his behalf or give them a verbal dragging and make them cry. As fun as that might’ve been to watch, there were more fun things to do than get pulled into something stupid with other people. Reza stole another kiss before he let Shane go to meander further into their room. “Let’s pop that bottle open, yeah? I’m not nearly drunk enough yet,” he declared as he perched on the edge of the bed. Reza unzipped his shoes and toed out of them, then took his jacket off and laid it down neatly before he flopped backward onto the soft comforter.
Shane did him one better and after stripping off his jacket and shoes, he pulled his shirt off as well as he walked around the room to look it over. It at least looked like it was worth the money he was paying for it and he grinned as he tossed his shirt onto the desk chair. He grabbed the bottle again to open it and joined Reza on the bed, walking on his knees over to him. "Do we even need glasses?" he murmured before taking a sip straight from the bottle. It was a palate cleanser after all that wine he hadn't particularly cared for and he grinned as he handed the bottle to Reza. "Much better," he murmured after swallowing, bouncing a little on his knees to check the quality of the bed, his gaze trailing over Reza's body.
Watching Shane move around like a big graceful shirtless cat was much more interesting than the ceiling, and Reza tucked his hands behind his head to enjoy the show. Yes, being up here alone was much better than socializing down there. He wanted to be shirtless too, but Reza thought it would be more fun to let Shane make that happen instead of doing it himself. A tingle ran down his body as if he Shane’s gaze was a physical touch, and Reza hummed his agreement as he sat up and reached for the bottle. He leaned back on one hand and put it to his lips, his own eyes drifting down over Shane’s bare chest while he took a drink. They definitely didn’t need glasses. “Muuuch better,” he echoed, then sucked his bottom lip briefly into his mouth.
That fucking mouth. It drove Shane crazy, especially when Reza did something like that to draw attention to it. He was licking his own lips as he took the bottle back for another swig, then slowly moved to straddle Reza's waist, nudging him to lie back down. "I'm sorry some assholes ruined your evening," he murmured, stretching to the side to put the bottle on the bedside table for now. "But I think I know how to make it up to you." He still liked to fantasize about tripping those people up but that was off the table so making Reza happier here and now took precedence. He could do that, maybe if they saw them again and Reza pointed them out he could still live out his little revenge fantasy but for now that was all it was. "You're a bit overdressed," he pointed out with an amused smile.
Something warm and pleasant curled in Reza’s stomach when Shane got closer, and he skimmed his hands over the other man’s sides before he laid back. “Just a little hiccup,” Reza murmured, a soft smirk crossing his face. He slowly rubbed his palms against Shane’s taut thighs. He had some damn nice legs on him, Reza had noticed many times now. “Don’t think their shittiness is equivalent to this.” He made a vague finger gesture around. They were in a swanky hotel room, Shane was half-naked already, there was better alcohol starting to sink in, the night had exponentially improved in just a few minutes. “I feel overdressed,” he added with another little smile. He brushed his fingers over Shane’s stomach. “You gonna help me out with that?”
"Well I'm pinning you down so I think I might have to," Shane teased and leaned down over him, pressing his hands into the comforter on either side of Reza's head for balance as he ducked down to kiss him. He tasted even better now, that smokey flavor that Shane loved so much lingering on his tongue, mixed with what was purely the taste of Reza himself. "Good thing this shirt has buttons," he murmured against his lips after a moment of simply enjoying the kiss, shifting his weight onto one arm so he could move his hand to Reza's shirt and start deftly unbuttoning it, one button at a time. He didn't want him to move just yet so when his fingers slid underneath the soft fabric only to find more soft fabric he groaned softly. "Are you... wearing another shirt?" he asked, then let out a little laugh as he straightened up to look. "Oh fuck me." Not that it really bothered him - or surprised him - to find a tight t-shirt under the other, it was probably more proper or something with how fine the fabric of the outer shirt was but it did change his plans.
At least he was good at undoing shirts without ripping off all the buttons -- potentially hot but more annoying because Reza liked all of his shirts. He’d completely forgotten he had an undershirt on too, a snug black t-shirt, and he had to laugh at Shane’s dismay. “Sorry I’m actually a gentleman and not some kind of savage,” he said, grinning lazily. Reza bought his hands together over his chest to undo his own shirt cuffs, his eyes on Shane’s face. Maybe he should’ve known better, considering who he was going out with, but that was just how he always dressed. “A prize like this deserves to be unwrapped, you know.” Reza snickered.
"You just called me a savage," Shane drawled, still working those buttons at a leisurely pace. "Indirectly, but still. I should just tear that unbuttonable shirt off you, live up to that name." He tittered again and now that he was sitting upright again he was free to use both hands, one to unbutton and the other to stroke the areas he'd mostly uncovered if not for that damn t-shirt. It did feel nice though, rubbing Reza's stomach and chest through the soft fabric and Shane did like clothed sex sometimes so this was hardly a turn-off. The last button came undone and now that he could explore with both hands he did so, liking that he could feel Reza's nipples hardening underneath the clothes. God, he could be at some dumb party now, hooking up with someone else and he was so glad Reza had walked into the club and agreed to come with him tonight. This was so much better.
“I pretty directly called you a savage,” Reza countered with another indulgent smile. “If you think you’ve got it in you, go for it.” There was a bit of teasing challenge in the words, even though he was very much enjoying this leisurely pace. As much as he wanted Shane’s hands on his bare skin, what they were already doing felt good to him too. Every bit of clothing he owned was high quality, and the t-shirt material was soft and thin, making every stroke of Shane’s palms teasing and delicious. There were tightening sensations in his nipples and cock, and his stomach was fluttering happily. Reza let his hands rest on Shane’s thighs again, rubbing lightly with his thumbs and squeezing every so often. It was easy to feel relaxed and admired, lying there on a comfy bed with Shane’s welcome weight pressing him down.
The answer surprised Shane because Reza, while wild in bed, seemed pretty fastidious in other ways and his clothes were very obviously of excellent quality. It felt like a challenge though and in Shane's world material things were just that - material and easily discarded - so he gave Reza a pointed look of 'you did this to yourself' before pulling on the shirt. He did give him ample time to change his mind, tilting his head slowly as he tugged on the material with both hands and then a near feral grin started slowly spreading. "Okay then," he murmured and tearing the shirt came easily. Not as easily as he would have thought, considering how fine the material was but still easy enough and it made a satisfying sound that was almost crunchy as it came apart in his hands. It felt in a way like opening a present and even if he'd had this particular gift before, he felt excited as he slowly tore the shirt off Reza's body, revealing his pale brown skin and a treasure trail full of promises.
Reza could be fussy about his clothes, it was true, and if Shane had wanted to ruin more than just an undershirt he would’ve protested ... but in the moment he didn’t care about it. He had a half dozen more at home just like it, and it was well worth it to watch the muscle in Shane’s arms flex as he ripped the fabric, and feel the cooler air wash over his skin. Even the tearing sound of it coming apart was sexy somehow, causing his stomach to turn over in a pleasant sort of way. Reza bit into his bottom lip and glanced down at himself, then back up to Shane’s face. “See? Savage,” he murmured, sounding like he very much approved. Reza shifted his hips underneath the other man a bit, enjoying the pressure against his growing erection. “What’re you gonna do with me now?” Shane obviously wanted him pinned and helpless, and Reza was enjoying it all so far. Sometimes he liked to work during sex, but sometimes it was nice to just be a toy for someone else, to go with the flow.
Shane quirked a brow at him at that question, as if he was just gonna lay it all out for him like a neat little plan instead of going with his urges and indulging his whims. So that was his answer and he leaned down to kiss the now bare skin, hands gliding over Reza's flanks and down to his hips as he shifted his own further back, his hands landing on the fly of Reza's pants. He paused there because it suddenly felt a little too 'paint by numbers' and he kind of wanted to switch things up a little but at the same time, nah, he wanted Reza naked so paint by numbers or not - that was a good start. He licked his lips as he kept unwrapping his present, unzipping Reza's pants and slipping his fingers within, lightly stroking over the soft fabric of his underwear. "Don't think you want me to rip these too," he murmured in a little tease before pulling at Reza's hips to lift them so he could pull pants and briefs down to his thighs.
Gooseflesh bloomed on Reza’s skin at the feel of Shane’s mouth and hands on it. He didn’t mind not getting an answer, because he was finding out first hand, and it had mostly been cheeky anyway. That bratty feeling faded very quickly when Shane’s fingers found the fly of his pants. Reza wasn’t technically restrained, but there was something mental there, something that kept his hands resting up near his head now that Shane had moved further down. He didn’t give a shit if it was predictable, he was more than happy to lift his hips and let Shane pull his pants and underwear down. Since he didn’t take them all the way off, they felt like another restriction, and Reza’s thighs flexed against them just to enjoy the sensation. His cock was hard and flushed, resting against the front of one hip. He felt deliciously dirty, exposed but still partly dressed with his shirt torn open. He licked his lips and gazed down at Shane.
He was picture perfect and Shane took a moment just to look at him like he was a piece of art. In a way he was, definitely a picture Shane would like on his wall. His hard cock just begged to be licked and nuzzled but Shane resisted that temptation for now, smoothing one hand over Reza's thigh and hip, just barely ghosting past his sensitive cock. All this just for him, like a whole banquet just for one person and it tickled the gluttonous hedonist in him while he also pretty cool about the control he was managing to maintain over himself. It wasn't like his own cock wasn't trying to split the seam of his pants, straining and insistent to be let in on the fun but Shane was feeling a bit like body-worshipping so it could wait a minute longer. He moved over Reza again, stretching out above him and grabbing hold of his wrists, lightly pushing his hips against his cock as he kissed him again, slow and deep.
Reza was never against being looked at, and having Shane’s eyes gave him almost the same sensation as that light touch did. He couldn’t help but squirm a little under both. He also couldn’t stop the way his back arched slightly off the bed as Shane’s body covered his again. That pressure around his wrists was divine. Reza felt some precum leak from the tip of his cock against Shane’s pants and he didn’t feel sorry in the slightest. His eyes fluttered closed as he returned the kiss, his hands gently curling in easy surrender. He groaned softly against Shane’s lips, rocking his hips up for more of that pressure, more friction, just more of Shane. Reza felt hotly vulnerable and at his mercy, and already he never wanted it to end.