byflame (byflame) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2020-08-07 01:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | #march 2018, reza, reza x shane, shane |
Who: Shane and Reza
When: March 30th
Where: Chicago, hotel
Warning: NSFW
Status: Complete, part 2
The urge to go tortuously slow and ramping it up into roughness warred in Shane and both were just so damn delectable it made it hard to choose. All he knew was that he liked the way Reza felt underneath him, pliant and warm and hard and he couldn't wait to be inside of him, to hear those sweet moans again. Third time and it really made him want to skip the condom but fuck, there were no promises between them and he wasn't an idiot kid anymore. Okay, sometimes still an idiot but not a big enough jerk to risk that stuff. The thought sent a pleasant rush through him though and he could fantasise damn it, think about what it would feel like and get off on the idea of claiming Reza like that. "You're all mine tonight," he murmured against his lips, grinding down against him and he didn't really care about his pants either, he would let Reza come all over him if it came to that though he certainly hoped to have his pants off by then.
He made an agreeable sound that came out more like a whimper as Reza’s insides clenched pleasantly. Shane had been so immediately addictive but so elusive after the last time they’d hooked up, like some incredible drug Reza didn’t have a reliable source for -- it made the idea of being owned by him incredibly hot. Even if it was only temporary, just for the night, Reza wanted to wallow in it. He was glad now that there’d been assholes at the tasting that had inspired them to leave it early. This was so much better, and Reza wanted all the hours together he could get. “I’m yours,” he whispered, eyes still closed. “Do whatever you want to me.” He pushed back with his hips, both loving and hating the feel of the material of Shane’s pants. He wanted Shane’s bare cock rubbing against his own, teasing him into madness, but gods, anything felt good at the moment.
What guy didn't want to hear something like that? Shane ate it up, grinning as he moved to nuzzle on Reza's neck. It was a dangerous thing to say but Reza was in luck because Shane was pretty sure he wanted all the things Shane wanted to do to him. He took his time doing just this, teasing and nibbling, every now and then tightening his hold on Reza's wrists as if to remind him he wasn't going anywhere. It made him want to tie him up but this stupid bed didn't allow for much of anything like that so maybe later. The thought struck him for a second because he was not used to already be planning for a next time with a guy but he decided not to think about it too closely. Finally he sat up again and released Reza's hands, but not without stipulation. "Don't move," he murmured, slowly crawling back and then rolling off the bed to strip down and find the condoms he'd brought, just in case. The problem with a hotel was that he didn't have everything at hand he might want to use but that was okay, they'd make do. "You're not moving, are you?" he asked as he rummaged around, glancing over his shoulder at Reza to check if he was behaving and loving the way he looked, partially stripped and laid out like a snack.
Reza was leaking even more by the time Shane moved off of him. He instantly missed the warmth of a body over his, but still being partly dressed made it more than bearable. He obediently kept his hands right where they were, the loose fists tightening like he had to hold himself in place. He did turn his head to watch where Shane went, enjoying the sight of him finally getting naked. He was ridiculously hot, honestly, and Reza was so glad to be there, invisibly pinned to his hotel bed. The question made him smile and huff, his bottom lip caught in his mouth as he watched Shane moving around the room. “Only from the neck up, promise,” he said, practically able to feel Shane’s eyes on his bare skin.
"Mmhmm," Shane murmured and he could have made a fun fuss about it he supposed but he'd let it slide for now. He returned to bed fully naked and the contrast to Reza's still half dressed body just hit the savage part home harder and made him grin. They had all night for him to get Reza fully naked but for now he was enjoying this more, it just felt a little more naughty somehow. "Has anyone told you your cock is fucking gorgeous?" he murmured as he crawled back up over Reza, peppering his thigh with little kisses before giving that all too tempting cock a slow lick up from the balls and about halfway to the crown. "Like pornography gorgeous." His gaze flicked up to Reza's face before he went back to admiring his cock and he pulled Reza's pants down a little lower.
Watching Shane walk around with his hard cock bobbing in front of him made Reza’s mouth water, and he licked his lips again as the other man approached. The muscle in his thigh gave a little jump as Shane’s mouth connected with it, and the rush of tingles that ran up his body was quickly followed with pleasure at that teasing lick. Reza let out a soft moan and couldn’t help but shift his hips up a tiny bit, his body seeking out more of that contact. “No,” he whispered in belated answer, a brief grin crossing his face. Fucking gorgeous, pornography gorgeous. Reza would take it. He always loved a compliment, especially when it was about part of him that didn’t get them very often. His cock was thick and brown and not everybody acted like they loved it, so it was beyond nice to bask in that sort of attention.
People didn't generally go around complimenting genitals and that was a shame but it also meant Shane wasn't really surprised by Reza's answer. He licked his lips as he settled in comfortably on top of Reza, resting his weight on his elbow next to Reza's hip and lightly gripping his cock. It was gorgeous, thick and lovely in his grip and oh so wet, Shane figured it wouldn't be a problem how little lube he had on him. "Well it's fucking gorgeous," he repeated, slowly stroking the shaft and rubbing his thumb over the slit. It came away wet and he licked his lips again, leaning in to taste it. "You're not moving, are you?" he murmured again, shifting his weight again before taking another swipe at Reza's cock from base to crown, only this time he took the tip between his lips and licked at the salty wetness.
If Shane really didn’t want him to move, it was a good thing he was halfway laying on Reza’s legs. Every touch made him want to squirm and buck, and it was hard enough to control his upper body. He tried to channel that restless energy into his voice instead, moaning deep as Shane toyed with him. Reza’s hands clenched harder and he really had to concentrate on not moving. He was sure he would enjoy whatever punishment came from breaking that rule, but he was slipping into that headspace where he wanted to be good, wanted to please Shane. “Not moving,” he whispered as his eyes rolled closed. Holding still was hard enough just feeling what Shane was doing to him, much less seeing it too. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” he added without really meaning to.
Shane glanced up at him with a lazy smile, the words tickling him more than he let on. It wasn't like he hadn't been told that a countless times but it hit differently when he wasn't faking his own interest and with Reza he very much was not faking. No, there was something about this guy that he felt like he gravitated toward and it was a very unfamiliar feeling. He took his cock in his mouth again, urging Reza to spread his legs with a gentle nudge against his thigh, letting his fingers dip lower to play with his balls. The condoms were within reach but he so didn't want to use them. He usually found it hard to come with one on but he hadn't felt this urge to bareback someone this strongly since he was a teenager. It made him feel squirmy and impatient in a way and he knew it would become something of an obsessive fantasy for him even if it might never happen for real.
Reza spread his legs as much as he could with his pants still clinging to him. He was starting to feel a little overheated with his clothes still partway on, but it just added to the restrained vibe of it all. He was exposed just enough for Shane to toy with his sensitive bits, like he was just a body to play with, and tonight it only enhanced his arousal. And gods, Shane’s mouth felt so fucking good. Reza wanted to bury his fingers in Shane’s hair, wanted to thrust up into that hot mouth, but the verbal restraint kept him in check, winding the tension inside of him up even further. He couldn’t even think about the impending sex yet, he was lost to the pleasure shivering through him. His cock twitched and leaked against Shane’s tongue, one part of him that he absolutely couldn’t keep still.
When Shane took him in his mouth, the copious precum made his own saliva more slick and he coated his fingers with it before he took Reza'a cock in his mouth again and slipped his hand between his legs, rubbing against the tight hole there. He was still deciding whether to pull the rest of his clothes off or just flip him over and have his way with him just like this at least to start with. He wanted to get him nice and open before he did anything else though so he kept at it, glancing down and enjoying the sight of the way Reza's pants dug into his skin as he strained to keep his legs parted. It made him want to tie him up, look up that real pretty rope play thing and learn how to do it. He was willing to bet Reza looked like a piece of fuckable art in that kind of set up and damn it, he wanted to be there for that.
For his part, Reza couldn’t really think about the future at the moment, at least not past the next half hour or so. Maybe not even that far. The combined sensations from Shane’s mouth and his finger were making him feel like his brain was short-circuiting. His thighs wanted to spread wider, to give Shane all the room he needed to fill his ass up, but his pants were frustratingly restrictive. Even the frustration felt good, though. Reza pressed his head back against the mattress, eyes closed and his face tense with concentration. It was so hard to relax into those first probes of Shane’s fingers when his whole body was dying to arch and rock and squirm. His breathing had gotten heavier, a few soft ‘god’s and ‘please’s escaping without his notice.
Shane could almost feel where Reza wanted to move, he might be still for the most part but his muscles were tensing and that caused a slight tremble in his limbs and Shane was living for it. He was so responsive and his voice sounded so smooth and deep and sexy when he moaned, like he wouldn't be able to hold it back even if he wanted to. His body accepted Shane's fingers easier than the first time they were together, clenching around them, hot and slick and Shane couldn't help but think about fucking him without a condom again. It gave him a weird rush of arousal mixed with petulance because he couldn't do that and it was such a strange feeling it almost made him laugh. He smiled a little around Reza's cock, let it slip out and nuzzled the tip with his lips, glancing up at this beautiful man who was so completely at his power tonight.
Reza shivered and lifted his head to look down and drink in the sight of Shane’s mouth doing such lovely things to his cock. It was like his own personal porn and he groaned louder, his hips giving a thrust that he just couldn’t stop. His arms were starting to ache with the effort not to reach down and touch Shane, and Reza’s compulsion to move was getting harder and harder to keep in check. “Please,” he moaned, his hips and thighs flexing taut again. He was struggling to articulate what he was asking for, his brain was so fuzzy with pleasure and restless need now. He wanted the rest of his clothes off, he wanted a better position for Shane to fuck him with whatever body part he chose, he just wanted more. The impatient tension was moving from hot to unbearable, and while he knew that was probably the point, that didn’t make it easier to endure.
He wasn't the only one growing impatient, Shane could feel that tension building in himself and there were just so many things he wanted to do and so many ways he wanted to go about doing them it was hard to settle on just one. He tortured Reza - and himself - a little longer before he pushed himself up, kneeling over Reza and with some force flipping him over onto his stomach. He took a moment just to admire the subtle curves of his hips and ass, unable to resist grabbing on and giving it a little squeeze before he reached for the condom. He could get him naked later, right now the sight of him half dressed and nearly tied up by his own clothes was making Shane's cock ache and he bit his lip as he got the condom unwrapped and put it on. "You look so fuckable right now," he all but growled though really, Reza looked fuckable all the damn time and maybe that was a problem.
Being physically moved sent a jolt of something intense through Reza’s stomach and made his balls throb. He let out a desperate sound as he shifted around on his stomach to try and get comfortable and ready for whatever was coming next. He still felt kind of like a trussed-up turkey and his legs shifted for a moment in a vain attempt to get his pants further down. That was even more impossible on his front. Reza turned his head, cheek against the mattress, his shirts kind of bunched up around his shoulders and the back of his neck, and he thought he would’ve been distressed if he wasn’t so fucking turned on. It was a fine line as it was, the need for freedom clenching and itching in his limbs. He gave a helpless squirm to try and ease that near-suffocating feeling around his head but it didn’t accomplish anything, and his fingers curled in the sheets under them. “Fuck me then,” he growled back, his heart thumping quick and loud in his ears.
Shane obliged within seconds, the only time he needed to get himself adequately lubed up and then he was sinking his cock in deep in one, slow but insistent thrust. It was insanely hot and he had to strain to keep focus as he was nearly overwhelmed with the onslaught of pleasure, his senses filled with it and his balls tightening for a dangerous moment of too much too fast. He stopped when he was fully inside him, his thighs trembling as he balanced there, straddling Reza's hips as he pulled at his shirt until it was more like a rope around his wrists. He wanted it out of the way now but he could wait a little longer since this was the path he'd taken and he was enjoying the dirty aspect of having clothed sex and the shirt was a good substitute for actual bondage. They'd never talked about using restraints but then they'd never planned their encounters and he hadn't really expected more of them, but now... Fuck, he was making plans for next time.
Reza gasped sharply, his body tensing for a quick second before he relaxed into the invasion. It stung, but it was exactly what he needed. Something overwhelming, something to steal all his focus away from how trapped he felt. No, trapped wasn’t the right word -- caught. Shane had him caught and at his mercy, and now all of the sudden there was that rough pleasure that made it all feel completely worth it. Reza felt even more helpless with the cloth tightening around his forearms, and he moved them behind his back so that Shane had better control of them, his fists clenched. He did enjoy bondage from time to time with the right partners, but Reza was pretty sure this was the first time it had happened so organically. That edge of not quite knowing if he trusted Shane felt deliciously hot at the moment. Letting out a choked groan, Reza rocked his hips as best he could under Shane, everything in him aching for more.
Shane didn't move right away, not beyond the unintended twitch of his hips at least, and Reza's hip movements sent pleasant jolts straight to his balls, warning him to go slow now. He ended up with a good grip on Reza's shirt, holding his arms in place with one hand, giving Shane something to hang onto as he started moving, transfixed on the sounds he was drawing out of his lover and the way his body clung to his cock when he pulled out, pulling him back in, tight and hot. He touched himself with his free hand, teasing a nipple for that added pleasure before he leaned down over Reza to taste and nibble on his skin. The tattered undershirt was still a bit in the way but knowing it was torn gave Shane another jolt of pleasure, this time purely mental and almost smug. "I can do this all night," he murmured breathlessly by Reza's ear, a warning and a promise all in one.
The added weight of Shane leaning down over him drew a breathy groan out of Reza. He couldn’t even really push back against it from his prone position, and it gave him a jumble of feelings. There was something different about this from the other power-play encounters he’d had, and he couldn’t tell how much he actually liked it, and somehow that made it even better. His ass definitely liked it, waves of pleasure rolling through him at those slow thrusts. Shane’s low voice in his ear made him shiver, and Reza let out a whimper and bit into his bottom lip. His dignity didn’t want him to turn into a begging, drooling mess of nerve-endings, but that was where he was rapidly headed. Shane might have been able to do it all night, but Reza wasn’t sure that he could. He was far from tapping out though, a strained flush blooming over his chest and neck and face, his cock throbbing uselessly between his belly and the mattress.
Shane was well aware this wasn't a position Reza could stay in for long and he was trying to be mindful of it, trying to keep his wits about him even if it would be so easy to get lost in the sensations and the rush of power. The sound Reza made didn't help with the latter and he wanted to possess him in more ways than this, make him cry and beg and come so hard he forgot his name. "That's it," he rumbled quietly, slipping his arm around Reza's chest and shoulders, just short of pressing against his throat. "Got you right where I want you." He nibbled on his neck again, hooking his legs around Reza's thighs and grinding down against him, into him. Not for too long, he promised himself that and while it was hard to keep that promise, he cared more about Reza enjoying this too. When it felt like it was becoming too much, when the moans got just a little too desperate, Shane let go and pushed up again. It gave him a moment to catch his breath as he loosened Reza's shirt to set him free from his impromptu bondage.
Reza didn’t think he’d ever been fucked like that, fresh pleasure pumped into him over and over until he was caught right on the edge of orgasm. It felt like ecstasy and pain smashed together. Shane knew exactly what he was doing, and Reza was totally helpless to do anything but enjoy it. He panted and groaned and strained to rock his hips up against Shane’s, totally beside himself with the need for release he was so close to. Reza heard himself whine when Shane stopped and straightened up. Any brief disappointment vanished as he felt the pressure around his wrists ease up. His fingers were tingly, but he hadn’t even noticed with Shane’s cock doing such delicious things to him. As soon as his arms were free he brought them up around his head to stretch his shoulders with a low groan. “You’re fucking dangerous,” he muttered, a dazed half-grin crossing his face. He felt twice as drunk as he’d been when they started, so the small break was probably a good thing.
"You have no idea," Shane replied, sounding amused and a bit breathless. Reza's words tickled him, made him feel powerful and sexy in ways that had nothing to do with the things he was capable of doing and everything to do with the effect he was having on Reza who looked deliciously debauched and fucked out by now. Shane rubbed his ass and back once he'd discarded the shirt, then ripped the rest of Reza's undershirt off to give himself full access and to give Reza a chance to cool down a little. He stayed where he was though, his cock deeply seated inside Reza, throbbing pleasantly, eager to keep going. "How about we get those pants off too," he murmured, more than ready to switch positions, if Reza was.
It was true that Reza had no clue about the fire within his new lover, but he now felt very well-versed on how addictive sex with Shane was, and that felt like a dangerous thing. Especially in his current state of reeling from the fucking he’d just been getting. He wasn’t usually one to get really crazy about a guy, but at the moment he was sure he would lose it a little if Shane lost interest in him. Reza wanted so much more of this. He would have to wait and see, he supposed. The cooler air felt good against his skin, and Reza hummed low in his throat, giving another little stretch that was meant to make the muscles in his back look good for a moment. Reza was more than ready to free up all of his limbs and get where he could watch Shane fuck him and touch his cock ... if he would be allowed to. His body gave a needy throb at the idea that Shane might edge him some more. “Yes please,” he murmured, shifting a little. “I wanna look at you.”
That worked out just fine because Shane wanted to look at Reza too, the view so far had been gorgeous but he was ready for some face to face action and he wanted to kiss him and taste him before he fucked him again. He kept that to himself for now, humming in agreement as he adjusted his condom and crawled backwards to pull the rest of Reza's clothes off. "Don't touch yourself yet," he murmured, tossing the clothes to the edge of the bed before crawling back up next to Reza, urging him to roll over. "Leave that to me." His own cock ached with the need for more friction but in a way that felt good so he wasn't in a huge rush to keep going. "You want some water?" he asked instead, sneaking a kiss on Reza's shoulder and running his hand down over his hip.
Reza’s body felt the loss as soon as Shane pulled out of it, but he knew there was more pleasure coming, so he couldn’t pout about it too much. The little command not to touch himself made him smirk and he wanted to do it just to be contrary, but Reza didn’t, immediately preoccupied with Shane’s body when he came in close again. Getting completely naked and rolled over felt like heaven anyway, and Reza took a second to stretch the tension out of his neck and shoulders. “No, m’okay,” he murmured in answer, smiling faintly as his hands came up to touch Shane’s skin. Gods, he was stupidly gorgeous, especially with his clothes off and his cock jutting out toward Reza, like it was seeking that tight hot grip again. Since Shane hadn’t said not to touch him, Reza nuzzled in close against his neck, kissing and giving little licks to taste the salt on him. “All I want is more of you,” he breathed.
Shane let his hand drift lower, ghosting over Reza's cock and god, it was so hard he was willing to bet it ached for release. "You got me," he murmured, wrapping his fingers around the sensitive shaft to give it a single and light upward stroke. Reza's cock pulsed under his fingers and without looking he was pretty sure it followed his hand when he let it go. He caught Reza's lips in a kiss, nibbling on his bottom lip before kissing him deeply, his fingers finding his cock again in a torturously light touch. "I could eat you up," he murmured into the kiss, pressing his own hard cock against Reza's thigh for a little bit of friction.
His cock was oversensitive from being neglected while he was being fucked, and the teasing touches felt incredible and made him want to squirm and whine and come at the same time. His hips bucked a little when Shane touched him again, and Reza let out a soft helpless sound into the kiss. It was all he could do not to start humping Shane’s hand, every part of him craving a firmer touch, more stimulation. His cock throbbed with every heartbeat, almost painfully hard. Reza ran his hands restlessly over Shane’s chest before he slipped one down between them to fondle Shane’s balls. They were a little slick with lube, and he rubbed his thumb gently in a spot that always felt good to him as another shiver ran up his back. “Please do,” he breathed back. “Anything.” Eating, fucking, whatever Shane wanted to do to him, he was game by now. As long as it eventually ended in relief for his aching cock, he would be happy.
He really hit a spot and Shane let out a soft groan as he moved again, shifting his body to kneel between Reza's legs. "We're almost out of lube," he muttered regretfully. "But we'll make the most of it." He didn't hesitate to manhandle Reza into a better position after he added more lubrication to his cock, hoisting his legs up on his shoulders before sinking into him again. This time he covered his cock and balls though he noted Reza's balls were so tight already they hardly needed to be protected from his thrusts but it felt good to stroke him and he meant what he said when he told Reza he had a beautiful cock. He liked his balls too, especially like this, small and tight and hard in the palm of his hand. "How flexible are you?" he murmured and pushed Reza's legs up higher, leaning down against him. "This okay?"
The position allowed Shane to get even deeper than he had from behind, and Reza let out a groan that was louder than intended as he plunged back in. Fuck, it was so fucking good, he thought he might come just from that and warm Shane’s hand on his balls. Reza didn’t work out much, per se, but he did a bit of yoga and he worked on staying flexible and core strength for better sex, if nothing else. “Yeah,” he confirmed breathlessly, reaching to grip Shane’s sides as if he could keep him in place from there. The bend actually felt good, like a reversal of the position he’d just been in for a while, and he rather liked being manhandled into a position his partner wanted. The next thrust drew a hoarse ‘fuck’ out of Reza and his eyes rolled briefly closed, the tip of his cock leaking where it was pressed against his belly.
Seeing his own pleasure mirrored in Reza was as hot as feeling the heat of his body around his cock and Shane wished yet again he could take the condom off and feel it all more keenly. It still felt amazing of course and watching Reza just made it all that sweeter. He knew exactly what that deep thrust felt like and even if he didn't indulge in taking cock these days, it really gave him a little something extra knowing what it was like being on the receiving end, to fully grasp what Reza was feeling as he bottomed out inside him. He hugged his thigh with one arm, lightly stroking his cock as he started moving, shallow thrusts at first to keep that almost painful depth going, knowing how sensitive it would be now, how little it would probably take to make him go off. "Don't come until I tell you to," he moaned quietly, even if he was very ready to let him come, it was about the power of it and he really loved teasing Reza and drawing it out.
Reza gave a groan of not-quite protest, his breathing getting heavier again as Shane moved his hips. A few whispered curses were exhaled here and there, but Reza was completely unaware of what he was saying now. The head of Shane’s cock was rubbing the perfect spot to make his dick positively ache. It was a good thing he was keeping those strokes loose, because any tighter and Reza would’ve been a goner already, permission or no. “Please,” he panted, his hands restlessly moving over all of Shane he could reach, his arms and sides and thighs. Reza gripped there and pulled at him, wanting harder thrusts, more friction, more of that feeling of coming unraveled inside. His brain was hazy, but even it knew that was going to make him come quickly, but he still craved it.
Shane groaned quietly and that soft plea was doing a good job of throwing his plans out the window. It seemed to go straight to his dick and made him want Reza to come so he could follow after him. A stubborn part of him insisted to himself that he should endure and prolong it even further but fuck, Reza had control over him that he couldn't deny. He held out for another minute at most, picking up his pace and giving Reza's cock a few firmer strokes as he wondered if he could hold back just because Shane told him to but at this point he wasn't even sure he himself could hold out. "Okay," he moaned softly as he ramped up speed, staring intently at Reza's face. Fuck he loved that look, that half out of this world with pleasure expression was just extra delicious on Reza's lovely face and watching him drove Shane closer to his own edge. "I'll give you a sweet reward if you can hold on for one minute," he told him between his groans with no clear idea of what that reward could be but at this point it was just teasing.
He could barely understand what Shane was saying, Reza’s whole being was too full of pleasure and tension. His heart was thundering in his ears and without meaning to, he started to pull the sound waves toward himself, amplifying the noise of their breathing and moaning and the sound of Shane’s body connecting with his. Reza loved how it all sounded, loved how he could feel Shane’s voice still vibrating in the air around his head, it made everything even more intense and dizzying. He couldn’t keep his eyes open, and his fingers dug into the muscle of Shane’s arms as that tension in him twisted to the point of no return. He had no idea if it had been a minute or not, but there was no stopping it now. “Oh fuck, oh god, pleas--” He interrupted himself with a cry as his cock jerked and flexed in Shane’s hand, his head coming up for a second before it fell back again as his back arched, shudders wracking him as he felt hot semen land on his own chest. His body strained against Shane’s but pulled him in at the same time, trembling with effort and overwhelming pleasure.
Shane was all wrapped up in his own pleasure but he definitely noticed something weird was going on, like his hearing got all weird and he could feel the sounds in the air like he could feel the heavy bass at the club. It was an onslaught on the senses, almost overwhelming and very odd, something he'd never experienced before, no matter how high or close to orgasm he was. He wasn't high now though he couldn't help but wonder if someone had spiked some of that wine he took or if that much wine mixed with stronger stuff just had that weird effect on him. He wasn't complaining, he just wanted to know so he could feel it again because it was new and intense and his mind was swimming with it. He rode Reza through his climax, felt his own moans like fingers touching his skin, vibrating underneath it, almost like a taste on his tongue. A moment later he was pulling out and frantically slipping the condom off. It only took a stroke before he was coming, spilling hot seed over Reza's stomach, his body shaking with the vibrations that his ongoing moans seemed to create in the air around him.
Reza was so caught up in the moment that he’d lost control, his magic reaching out of him to do what it did best, and the heady mixture of sound vibrations humming against his skin and all the pleasure from the continued thrusting of Shane’s cock made him helpless to stop it. Gods, the sound of him when he came ... it was like a masterpiece in the air, a symphony of beautiful echoing tones that Reza wanted to remember forever. He couldn’t do anything but lie there with his dazed eyes half-open as he looked at the gorgeous body over him and the mess they’d both made. Reza moved one hand with a dreamy slowness to dip his fingers into it just to feel the texture against his skin, then brought them to his mouth to taste the two of them together as he gazed at Shane. As he started to come out of the sexual hypnosis, he reeled his magic back in and let it all return to normal around them. Oops. Reza couldn’t give a shit about the slip-up through, not yet.
Shane was just catching his breath, idly stroking Reza's thigh as he slowly came down from his own pleasure spike and enjoyed the afterglow of an amazing orgasm. The crazy sensory thing was fading and he soaked in it while he could with his eyes closed, trying to understand what was going on with his brain and his body. Then it was gone and he opened his eyes and leaned down over Reza again to catch his lips in a lingering kiss. "Do you feel high?" he whispered. "I feel high." That was really the only thing he could think of it, that there was something in his system that got ramped up by his orgasm and had now settled back down. He didn't know anything that did that but hell, he hadn't tried every drug in the world.
Reza hummed softly as he returned that kiss, debating whether he should lie about feeling anything or just act clueless or what. The truth wasn’t really an option -- Shane was slippery enough already, Reza didn’t want to look crazy on top of it. “A little, yeah,” he murmured back, grinning faintly. “Makes sense though, ‘cause this is addictive.” Reza slipped his hand between them to caress Shane’s cock with slick fingers, aiming for a bit of distraction alongside the selfish urge to touch him some more. Reza kissed him again, then peered up at him. “You okay though? Not like, a bad kind of high?”
Shane still felt sensitive in that way where he knew he might just stay hard if he didn't ramp down what they were doing so Reza's touch made him close his eyes again, his body shuddering with pleasure. Then he shook his head and let out a breathy little laugh, ducking down again to kiss Reza. "Not bad at all," he murmured and fuck, Reza was right when he said this was addictive. He already wanted more and he'd just had a fantastic orgasm mere seconds ago. "Think you can move?" he asked, opening his eyes again to study Reza's face. "I think we could both use a shower by now." He felt a bit boneless himself but he knew it'd pass soon enough. The night was young and there were so many things he could imagine doing with Reza.
His reaction to being touched was absolutely delicious and even though Reza felt like his ass needed a rest, it made him want to devour Shane in other ways. He also wanted to do more magic, show off since it had gotten a positive reaction. Granted, it had happened while they were both climaxing their brains out, but still. Parts of him wanted to hook Shane in any way he could. Reza knew that wasn’t a good impulse though, so he let it pass, smiling faintly and nodding his agreement. “Shower,” he said softly. Soon enough that was where they were, and Reza did his best to ignore the fluttery feelings in his chest that came with being naked with Shane in a not-quite-sexual context. They’d spent the night together before, every time they’d hooked up actually, but it was getting harder not to feel attached as they washed and dried off. This time it felt like less of a convenience and more of a desire. He hadn’t been bullshitting when he said Shane was dangerous.
"You said something about room service," Shane said as they made their way back to bed. He flopped down on top of the covers and sprawled out on his stomach after grabbing the room service menu off the nightstand. He felt stupidly good tonight, almost like he was still riding that high from the sex and sure, he was still a little tipsy but that wasn't even half of it. Maybe Reza was the dangerous one because he was kind of throwing a wrench in Shane's plans of not getting attached. Being with him felt natural but not boring and Shane wasn't sure what to do with it other than just ride it out and see. "Yes, their kitchen is open all night," he said jovially. "What do you say? You hungry? Want to just decadently nom on strawberries and grapes or actually get a hot meal?" He glanced over at Reza and patted the bed next to him with a little grin.
Reza took in the view as Shane plopped down onto the bed again, still drying and fussing with his hair a bit. The longer part on top got kind of wavy and fluffy without product in it, which he’d of course neglected to bring with him. Oh well, it would just have to do what it did. Reza briefly disappeared into the bathroom again to hang up the towel, then emerged and moved to crawl up onto the bed next to Shane. He settled on his side, head propped on his hand, and gazed over at the menu. “I feel like I need some protein after that,” he said with a little grin, settling his free hand on Shane’s lower back. “How ‘bout ... one of those roast beef subs with the au jus?” he suggested, eyes on a particular item on the menu. “And some fruit. And dessert.” Reza let out a soft snicker and pressed a kiss to Shane’s shoulder.
"Got your appetite up, huh?" Shane chuckled and tilted his head as he leaned in to steal a little kiss, lingering for a second longer than he meant to. He pulled back then and looked at the menu again, humming in thought as he made a mental note of just what he was ordering. Might as well give the staff something to do with what he was paying for the room. Once they settled on what kind of dessert and fruit they should get, he rolled away from Reza to make the call and when he settled back down against him he groaned softly. "Just realized I should probably put on pants now," he muttered. "The only downside to room service." He snagged Reza's hand and placed it on the small of his back again before resting his head on his arms, watching Reza with a lazy smile. "Your hair is so fluffy right now."
He watched Shane with open appreciation as he made the call and ordered food for them. It was such a silly simple thing, but Reza found it kind of pampering to have someone order for him. It was a daddy thing to do, and he was feeling too good not to enjoy it. This warm, happy vibe between them might not last, but Reza was going to make the most of it. He felt this way far too rarely. He cuddled in close again once Shane had returned, amused at the way Shane directed his hand. He seemed to be enjoying himself as much as Reza was, and that kind of thing was difficult to fake. Especially still half-drunk and fresh off of an incredible orgasm. The observation made Reza chuckle. “I know. Awful, isn’t it?” he murmured, smirking. Reza moved his hand down to squeeze Shane’s ass. “We still got a little while, no rush on the pants.”
"Might just throw on a towel and call it a day," Shane murmured, reaching up to ruffle Reza's fluffy hair which wasn't awful at all. It was kind of cute actually and Shane liked seeing him when he wasn't all styled up and groomed to perfection. It was a post-sex privilege that he'd been privy to three times now but he was still not tired of it. "What are you doing Sunday night?" he murmured, shifting a bit so he could face Reza better, his hand coming to rest on his waist. He was making plans and that wasn't really his M.O. but he wanted to see Reza again after tonight, fuck his brains out in his new apartment, see his hair fluffy and unruly after a shower again.
Reza liked facing each other, and he scooted in closer to slip his thigh between Shane’s, wanting to lounge with skin to skin contact. One eyebrow quirked up at the question as pleased surprise flashed through him. Sunday night was only a couple of days away, and Shane had to be asking because he wanted to get together again. Fresh hope bloomed in Reza’s chest that this might not be the last time after all. “Depends on what you’re offering, I guess,” he said, a cheeky smile crossing his face. He didn’t actually have any plans, but even if he did, Reza was positive he would move them around.
"There's a kickass April's Fool party at Firelight," Shane murmured and he liked this position, liked the closeness and the warmth from Reza's body in a somewhat lazily sexy way. "My partner is trying to breathe life into a dying tradition, make it a big deal - our big deal. You should come." He licked his lips and shifted just a little closer, idly running his fingers down Reza's hip and ass. "I'll put you on the VIP list," he added to sweeten the deal then gave Reza an amused little grin. "Unless you got an early Monday morning." He doubted it, given Reza's business was as much about the night life as his was.
They’d post-sex lounged together and slept together a few times now, and Shane hadn’t been exactly what Reza would call snuggly. He sprawled while he slept so Reza had ended up draped over a random limb or two at night, but that hardly counted. He liked this, close and clean, and Shane’s fingers drifting over his skin almost tickled in the best sort of way. “Nothing before noon, so I can probably make that work,” he murmured. His tone was casual but it was hard to keep the real answer off of his face. That sounded fucking fantastic to Reza, and there was no way he wouldn’t show up now. “What perks do I get as a VIP?” He let his own hand wander a bit, slowly tracing little patterns on Shane’s chest before he brushed his nipple with a thumb.
Maybe this was why Shane hated phones. If he'd only heard Reza's voice or gotten his answer in a text, he wouldn't have seen the way his eyes lit up with excitement and his pretty mouth curled into a grin. "Hmm," he murmured as he thought about it. "With the VIP I'm giving you? Drinks on the house and full access." It wasn't even innuendo at this point, his meaning was very clearly full access to him rather than the club and the way he shifted his hips a little just drove that point home. "Say you'll come," he added, leaning in closer to brush their noses together. He was already sure Reza would show up but he wanted him to say it.
Reza made an intrigued ‘ooh’ sound and grinned, and then Shane’s nose was on his and his insides fluttered wildly for a second. Gods, it was so foolish to let himself get carried away with these feelings, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. It was like watching an impending car crash in slow motion ... or like falling. Shit. He slipped his hand around to press lightly against Shane’s back and nuzzled him back, eyes drifting shut for the moment. “I’ll come,” he whispered. His lips twitched again, and he followed the impulse to make a joke to take some weight off the words. “Probably multiple times.” Reza tilted his head to caress their mouths together in a not-quite kiss.
Shane couldn't say why that made him so happy, like a kid at Christmas or something, he wasn't really sure what kids felt like at Christmas but happy was the word. He smiled against Reza's lips, humming his agreement with that assessment. "I have at least two more to give you tonight," he said and maybe he should send Reza to the door when their food got there because damn it if he wasn't getting hard again. "You're gonna need that protein." He let out a little laugh and lightly patted Reza's ass, cooler than the rest of him which just made him want to warm it up in more ways than one.
He let out a sound that was half-laugh half-groan at that, though Reza felt nothing but warmly pleased at the prospect. He wasn’t sure if he had two more in him before he passed out, especially not if they were as strong as the first one had been, but he was more than willing to be surprised. The prospect of more sex was sending fresh little sparks of arousal through him, which was really pretty amazing. Usually he was ready to sleep after one good orgasm, but he really couldn’t get enough of Shane, it seemed like. At least the feeling was mutual, for now. “You might have to carry me out of here in the morning,” he warned, grinning a bit.
"Yeah I don't think that'll be a problem," Shane murmured, glancing down between them. "You're like... a hundred and twenty at best, sopping wet. I've benched heavier things than you." That wasn't a brag, or maybe it was, but he was pretty sure he could easily maneuver Reza wherever he wanted him and he'd had some experience with doing just that though he hadn't full out carried him yet. Maybe he should for the next time he got to fuck him. The next time. Damn, it felt weird to be hooked on someone, a feeling he wasn't sure what to do with other than ride it out until it went away. He wouldn't make any promises so it wasn't really a dick move to keep this going for a little longer. "It won't break my back but it might bruise your dignity," he added, amused. "I'm sure they have wheelchairs here to borrow."
“One-twenty? Oh come on,” Reza laughed, rolling his eyes. “One-forty at least, I’m not starving to death.” He was pretty sure Shane could still pick him up even with twenty more pounds on him. Reza was slim, but he wasn’t a tiny short skinny dude, and he at least had some muscle in his thighs. He lightly bumped his head against Shane’s. Maybe it was stupid and would come back to bite him in the ass, but he really wanted to just roll with how things were going and whatever they turned out to be. And right then it felt natural to cuddle and pillow talk and enjoy each other. “Rolling me out in a wheelchair would do far too much for your ego, I’ll hobble if I have to,” he murmured with a smirk.
"I'll try not to wear you out that badly, how about that?" Shane said and that smile felt pretty much permanent on his face right now so that was nice and crazy. "And I'm bad at numbers. But I could still bench press you if you're one forty." He supposed it made sense, Reza wasn't all skin and bones and he had a nice muscle definition so that added to it. Shane had never been too obsessive about weight, it was about as hard to tell for him as age was. "I don't want you hobbling. You can piggy-back if it goes that far." He was all out of lube so it wasn't like he'd be fucking Reza into oblivion tonight but he could wear him out in other ways and he intended to.
“Deal,” Reza murmured. He leaned in to kiss Shane again, lingering in it for a moment, then pulled back again. “And I’m going to get you to prove that someday. That you can bench press me. ‘Cause that’s hot as fuck.” He flashed a bright grin, then untangled their legs and rolled away toward the edge of the bed to stand up. “Food’ll be here soon. You stay put, I’ll be the door man, I’ve gotta piss anyway,” he said as he stood and gave a little stretch. Reza shuffled toward the bathroom to relieve his bladder and grab a towel to make himself decent with. Decent enough to answer the door and grab a tray, at least. They had snacks coming, there were still plenty of hours in the night to fill with carnal delights, and there were plans for later. Reza almost couldn’t believe how well the night had gone, assholes aside, and he already couldn’t wait for the next one.