Who: Shane and Reza When: Evening, Monday, June 4th (Part 2) Where: the house Warning: NSFW
Shane did feel better after eating and showering. The alcohol was still active in his system but now he just felt sleepy. It was stupidly early to feel that way but after freaking the hell out he supposed it wasn't strange to be tired. All the things he wanted to tell Reza - and all the things he didn't want to tell him - were still at the forefront of his mind but now was not the time to talk so he turned on the TV and found where they'd left off on the mindless comedy show they'd been watching on and off lately. When Reza snuggled in close he wrapped his arm around him and pulled him in closer, nuzzling his nose into his clean hair. It was always so fluffy when Reza didn't use product but Shane could say the same about his own hair. So they were very floofy together and it was nice instead of smothering so that was pretty weird. "You're gonna have to tell me about the muslim thing sometime," he murmured. "I don't know anything about it."
Reza felt more than happy to cuddle up to Shane’s side, draping one arm over his torso and one leg over his thigh. They were both naked, how they preferred to sleep for obvious reasons, and all that warm skin against his own was just divine. It made the anger and frustration from earlier in the day not seem to matter much anymore. There was still so much to talk about but now he knew it was coming, and thus he had more patience. Tracing an idle little pattern against the skin of Shane’s chest, he chuckled faintly. “The Muslim thing,” Reza echoed, softly amused. It was such a white guy thing to say, but he wasn’t offended. If Reza had been a devout Muslim, his life would look very different. “Sure, I’ll just distill down fifteen hundred years of history for you,” he teased, then tilted his head up to smirk at Shane a bit. “Really though, it’s not like ... a huge part of my life. Obviously I believe in more than Allah, I’ve seen too much. But feel free to ask me anything whenever and I’ll try to answer it.”
"Okay so muslim is the religion?" Shane asked and maybe he should just look all this stuff up online but he knew he wouldn't have the patience for reading it. It felt less daunting to reveal his own ignorance now that Reza knew he hadn't exactly had a normal childhood. He might not know the extent of just how messed up it had been but high school education was obviously off the table. "I wasn't sure if it was a religion thing or a race thing or- It's not a country thing." He was pretty sure about that though saying it outloud made him wonder if he really was that stupid and all those muslim/arab countries belonged to a muslim continent or something. He regretted asking as soon as the thought crossed his mind and he groaned softly. "I was homeschooled, okay?"
At first, Reza thought Shane must be joking, but he caught on quickly that he wasn’t. It was one thing to hear that Shane’s childhood had been strange and interrupted, but immediately seeing the evidence was a little jarring. It obviously hadn’t been something he’d just picked up in his adult life either, so some patience was going to be needed. Reza could do patient. He smiled and shifted back a bit so he could see Shane’s face better. “It’s okay,” he murmured first, then shook his head a bit. “No, it’s not a country thing. Islam is the religion, Muslim is what you call people who are in it. The Quran is the holy book, and it’s almost always strictly taught in Arabic, so a lot of Muslims speak Arabic along with whatever other language they grew up with. Some countries in the near East use it as the basis of their government, so it can seem like a country thing, but ... I don’t agree that’s a good idea.”
Shane had been right about one thing at least, he'd have been bored to death if he tried to read up on this and Reza's explanation was nice and short. "Religion and politics are a shitty mix," he agreed, turning his attention back to the TV and raking his fingers through Reza's hair. Now that he thought about it it didn't make much sense for there to be a country - or a continent - because Reza was Egyptian and Shane knew Egypt was in Africa. He at least knew that. He was thankful Reza wasn't making him feel stupid but he wasn't sure he wanted to say it out loud so he just glanced back at him with a little smile. "Bet you were the smartest kid in your class."
Reza could have launched into a more detailed Islam 101 type of lecture, but he thought he did a pretty good job summarizing for Shane, and he didn’t want to give off the impression that he was a devout follower just because he knew a lot. Short answers were best. He focused instead on how nice Shane’s fingers felt in his hair and how relaxed he was. It was a lovely, floaty feeling to be entrenched in, especially after everything they’d been through together today. Reza huffed a bit through his nose and smiled back at him. “Definitely the skinniest,” he murmured. He’d been pretty good at school, and his parents had luckily moved them to somewhere fairly diverse, so he hadn’t been picked on overly much or anything. Reza was seeing even more now how he’d lived a privileged life so far. He dipped his head to kiss and nuzzle Shane’s shoulder. “You’re smart too, you know,” he said softly. “In an even more useful way, if you’ve survived this long.”
"Nah, I just had a pretty face," Shane said and he knew it made him sound either like a smug bastard or a cynical one, or both? "And fire. I was always warm and that goes a long way to keep you happy." He still felt like he was giving too much away and the Talk was happening tomorrow so he still had no idea just how much Jane had told Reza. For that matter he didn't know just how much Jane knew about his life to begin with, she'd only visited him sporadically in dreams over the years but he had no idea if his dreams had reflected much of what was going on with him. There were definitely parts of his life he didn't want to show anyone, not even Jane though he suspected she wouldn't give a shit, not really. She seemed a bit unflappable that way. But they would drive Reza away for sure, sides of Shane that he knew for sure were unlovable and best kept hidden away. He liked to think of it like someone else, bodies renewed themselves a lot and he wasn't the same person anymore. These were just stories attached to him.
He could sense that there was a lot going on under the surface of Shane’s words, but somehow the promise of honesty the next day kept his mind from leaping to try and figure out what it was. Reza had been trying to puzzle Shane out since the beginning, but now it felt less urgent. “I can do that too, it’s come in handy many times,” Reza murmured. Just to prove it, he started heating up the air under the blankets with them. A thought occurred to him and his tiny smile broadened. “We can have some awesome winter adventures if neither of us ever get cold,” he said. “I just can’t do it in water, I need air around.” For now, while he was cuddled up against Shane, he wanted to focus on the positives, the things they had in common. Because there was a lot, even if they’d grown up in vastly different ways. Reza wanted to remind him of that.
"Really?" Shane asked and for a moment he was happy they shared a weakness until he remembered that it probably wasn't a good thing if they both got useless in water. He just hoped that would never actually impact them. "I can't either, like a real fire stereotype I kinda hate water." He hadn't forgotten Reza's Zodiac though so he grinned faintly and gave his head a little scratch. "Water signs are good though, I like those. But wait, can't you just make an air bubble in the water or something? Like you do with sound?" God, AIR would have a field day testing their theories if they'd had someone like Reza working for them, or maybe they just hadn't gotten to it yet. Shane kind of thwarted their plans for him by burning the place down.
Suddenly the fact that Shane never got into the pool with him made a lot of sense. Even after they’d revealed their abilities to each other, he hadn’t thought being a pyrokinetic would make someone averse to water, but now it seemed intuitive. “I can do it, but it’s hard to maintain, and I’m honestly not in any hurry to do like, arctic swimming,” he said with a chuckle. He’d always found it more difficult to keep up an effect underwater, like the pressure of the other element wanted to squash his airy magic. Reza pressed another kiss against Shane’s shoulder, stroking one hand down his bare side. “Is that why you never swim with me?” he murmured, smirking softly.
"Yeah," Shane murmured after a moment's pause because that was only half of it. "I don't mind rain or showers but bodies of water are..." He gave a little shudder in lieu of a word. "I like watching you swim," he added. "Or lounge on a pool float. You make it look peaceful." He smirked then and gently flicked at Reza's ear. "And sexy." But not peaceful or sexy enough to join him, Shane liked watching from a safe distance and Reza had the ability to manipulate air so he probably didn't have to worry about drowning. Thinking about Reza in water made for such a strange contrast against Shane's memories of being in water, the two had nothing in common and it made him want to replace all those old memories with these new ones. Associating bodies of water with Reza was just so much nicer than thinking of drowning and desperately trying to use his magic to no avail.
If he was being honest, Reza did more lounging and tanning than swimming, but he did like the feeling of drifting around on the water. He did do some laps too though, swimming was good exercise. He was never up early enough to go on Shane’s early-morning runs with him ... besides, Reza detested running. He would rather swim. Or, even better, fuck. He smiled and nibbled lightly at Shane’s skin. “I make everything look sexy,” he said with a soft chuckle. Moving slowly, Reza kissed a little further down the front of Shane’s shoulder to his chest, propping himself up on his elbow as he went. He wasn’t necessarily trying to seduce Shane, he just wanted to make him feel good. Plus his body was delectable and it was very easy to get absorbed in feeling it against his lips.
"Yeah you do," Shane said quietly because there was no way in hell he was going to argue with that. He'd be lying if he tried and it wasn't his job to keep Reza's ego in check. Attempted seduction or not, his body was already responding as the bad memories faded away with every soft kiss. The weariness he'd been feeling from the chaotic emotions and too much booze seemed to be fleeting as well and he could swear he felt his skin tingle wherever Reza's lips left off. It was the best way he could imagine ending this shitty day, to make everything feel better before shit hit the fan again the next day.
Maybe it was a bad habit to smother uncomfortable feelings with sex, but Reza didn’t care at the moment. There was nothing wrong with feeling better, and making one another feel better too. More discussion was coming, but neither of them wanted to do it right then in bed, so why not make better use of their time? He shifted his body a bit lower on the bed, his hand blazing the trail his lips were taking, down over Shane’s stomach and then to his hip and thigh. Pushing the covers back, Reza nuzzled and kissed his way around Shane’s cock, neglecting it on purpose for the moment, glancing up every so often to take in Shane’s expression.
Shane watched him with a crooked little smile that slowly faded as his arousal grew and the more Reza ignored his cock, the more it started vying for his attention. "Tease," Shane drawled after a while but honestly, he liked it. There was no rush and the view was lovely, plus arousal unattended could feel good in its own way, a slow burn of pleasure. He'd always found it hard to believe when men got stupid about sex, stupid enough to look past obvious manipulations and betrayal but by now he understood, Reza could be a spy, an assassin, something else awful and Shane couldn't care less. It was more than a little crazy to be aware of something like that and yet feel helpless to do anything about it.
Lucky for all involved, Reza was not a spy or an assassin, and Shane obviously rendered him just as stupid as the other way around. He’d come to Maine on a whim, he’d been good and minded his own business until today, and now he was staying in Maine for Shane. There was more to it than sex, of course, but he couldn’t deny the powerful draw he felt, settling down between Shane’s legs and feeling that beautiful hard cock brush against his cheek as he switched from kissing one hip to the other. Reza hummed an amused sound in answer to being called a tease, dark lashes falling closed again as he dipped his head lower to stroke his tongue gently against Shane’s balls. Reza let his fingers slide oh so lightly against the shaft of his cock. Maybe he was a tease, but he always delivered eventually.
Shane was relaxed but watching Reza was stirring up something more than just arousal in him, like an antidote to whatever dejection he'd been feeling that day, waking up his body and mind. He didn't act on it just yet, watching Reza intently and letting out a soft huff of pleasure when he finally grazed his cock. His body was starting to want to Do something and he was torn between moving and enjoying what Reza was doing. He held out for now, because he did enjoy this and Reza looked stupidly beautiful to watch. The show they'd been watching felt like a distraction at this point with its cheerful dialogue so he blindly reached out for the remote, pressed the off button and then pushed it away again. Maybe he'd have the sense to put on some music later but for now he was fixated on Reza.
Reza didn’t expect to spend a ton of time down there -- they both tended to get impatient for more, so most blowjobs were interrupted -- but he was more than happy to wind Shane up. In a good way, this time. The TV clicking off made him smile briefly. It didn’t bother him, there was something a little nostalgic about fooling around with some innocuous noise in the background to drown out soft moans and heavy breaths. Reza preferred to hear the changes in Shane’s breathing as he finally ran his tongue up the underside of his cock though, he had to admit. He wrapped his lips around the velvety smooth head to suck softly, teasing the very tip with his tongue, enjoying that sweet warmth spreading in his stomach.
Shane liked noise but he preferred music, something with a good beat, and this show they'd been watching had cutesy music every so often that totally did not jive with his mood. Just in time too, he thought, no distractions as Reza finally did what he wanted him to do, those perfect lips closing around his cock in a way that both felt amazing and looked good. "Good boy," he whispered and the air already felt thicker in his throat as the heated feeling grew in his balls. "You look so fucking good like that."
He knew it was true, Reza had seen enough phone pictures of himself with a cock in his mouth to know, but he always enjoyed hearing it, especially in that breathy way. Especially by Shane. Being called a good boy gave him an extra tingle, too. Reza made sure to keep it looking good, turning his head here and there as he started to bob over Shane’s cock, his cheeks sinking in as he sucked with a bit more force. His fingers slipped down to toy with Shane’s balls, rolling and lightly massaging while he relished feeling every inch of his shaft slide between his lips. Reza opened his eyes to glance up at Shane’s face again, a soft moan in his throat.
Shane had long since lost count of how many guys had given him blowjobs and really, Reza was just one of oh so many but everything felt different with him and it sure as hell didn't hurt that he was one of the best Shane had had. The eye candy didn't hurt either and Reza knew how to show off and stimulate using his looks. Something clenched in Shane's stomach when he opened his eyes and looked right at him - right into him - and for a moment Shane felt almost too vulnerable, his cock between Reza's teeth and wasn't that just so symbolic of how much Reza knew about him now. "You're gonna fucking destroy me," he groaned as he reached down to run his fingers through Reza's hair and then grip it, holding tight and feeling the way Reza moved without controlling it.
It was a strangely erotic thing to hear while he was sucking a dick, and Reza moaned again. Shane’s fingers in his hair sent tingles straight down the back of his neck, that delicious twinging feeling running straight into his cock. He rocked his hips slowly against the bed, getting a bit of friction against the expensive sheets and feeling truly decadent. All they needed was another roaring fireplace in the bedroom. Reza took him deeper, sucking harder as he came up, then swallowing around the head of Shane’s cock as he took him deep again. He loved being watched while he did this, but it wasn’t all about the visual performance. Reza loved the way Shane clung to him, loved the slide of soft skin against his lips, loved feeling like he was stoking the fire inside Shane that heated the both of them up so well.
Shane loved hearing Reza moan and with his cock in his mouth it was a physical sensation as much as an audible one - but then again a lot of strictly audible things became physical with Reza. It didn't feel fake, like he was putting on a show or appeasing Shane somehow, Shane knew Reza didn't do shit like that, he felt too genuine and stubborn for that. So that moan went straight to his balls and his own arousal was growing like wildfire, consuming him and making his thoughts foggy. It was exactly what he needed, to not think about anything but how good Reza looked and how good his mouth felt, no thinking about tomorrow, no thinking about AIR, no thinking about the past. There was just this and he wanted to possess Reza, fuck him into the mattress, devour him. "Stop," he muttered, his voice tense as he had to fight himself to actually say it. He didn't want to stop, he wanted to ride this wave of pleasure to the shore, but he also wanted more. Always wanted more with Reza. "Get up on your knees, let me look at you."
Reza could hear the conflict in that first command, and it delighted him, sending happy flutters through his stomach. The rest of Shane’s directions only enhanced those with added heat. He didn’t obey straight away, caressing Shane’s cock with his tongue just a bit more before he pulled back. There was a small smug smile on Reza’s face as he pushed himself up and got his knees under him. He settled back on his heels, licking the last taste of Shane off of his lips as he slid one of his hands slowly down his slim body, rolling his spine a little to make it a good show. Reza reached where his own cock was jutting out, flushed and ready, and loosely wrapped his hand around it for a couple of teasing strokes. “Like this?” he murmured, heavy-lidded gaze on Shane.
Shane sat up as well but didn't move to touch him right away, enjoying the sight of him instead. He was already so hard for him and it turned Shane on even more. "Did I say you could touch yourself?" he asked but tonight at least it was joking and a small crooked smile curled his lips. "God you're beautiful." And all mine he thought with a newfound appreciation as a possessive rush went through him. His own cock ached with Reza's mouth no longer pleasuring it, painfully hard and leaking and Shane was happy with the fact he could take it, could take it for a while longer in fact, if he chose to. He moved to kneel too, only leaving Reza to reach for the lube on the nightstand, dropping it on the mattress between them. "You like showing yourself to me?" he murmured huskily, reaching out to run his fingertips over Reza's nipples, loving how they hardened under the light touch.
His hand had stopped and loosened on his dick for a beat, ready to pull away, but Shane didn’t sound serious about the challenge, so Reza didn’t stop. His own light touch felt good, but he knew Shane’s would feel even better, once they got there. Reza ogled his lover right back, enjoying watching him move around and get situated up on his own knees. The way he stretched to get the lube, all of him long and lean and muscular, made Reza want to touch and lick every inch of him, but he stayed put like a good boy, brimming with anticipation. His back arched slightly when Shane finally did touch him, and he pulled in a shaper little breath through his teeth. “Yes,” he whispered back, feeling a drop of precum leak out of the tip of his cock. Reza meant it, too, and it applied to more than just his body. “All of me ...”
Shane moved a little closer until he could feel Reza's hand brush against him as he moved it along his cock. He wanted to take control in more ways than one, to tell Reza that today had been a test, that he'd passed like a good boy - but the time for bullshit felt over and he didn't want to bring any of today's events into this moment. "I like seeing you," he murmured instead, letting one hand trail lower to stroke down Reza's hip. "Hearing you." He leaned in to graze his lips against Reza's neck, slowly up to his ear. "Feeling you." A small pang of gratitude momentarily distracted him, that Reza was still here, that he hadn't packed his bags and left or shut Shane out in some other way. Thankfully he was too damn horny to wallow in it so he let it come and go, nipping on Reza's ear. "Fucking you."
Reza’s eyes slipped closed when Shane leaned in close, tilting his head back a bit to give him plenty of room to make the skin on Reza’s neck feel like it was sparkling. That long-fingered hand running down his hip made his stomach flutter-riot and he stopped stroking his cock and let his hand fall away just in case Shane wanted to take over. Or tease him, which he was also game for. The low, soft words meant more to him than their surface meaning, and he felt the sting from their fight earlier melt completely away. Shane did value him beyond just this, Reza could feel it again. ‘This’ just happened to be a shared experience that they reveled in together. The nip to his ear gave Reza a little shiver, and his hands came up to brush against Shane’s arms and sides, hungry to touch more skin. “I’m so fucking hooked on you,” he breathed, not entirely meaning to.
The words gave Shane a whole lot of mixed feelings because he both hated and loved the fact that he knew this was true and he was hooked on Reza like he'd never been hooked on anyone or anything before. "Addiction is bad," he murmured with a little grin but hell if he cared about that, this was a high he didn't get tired of riding and touching Reza was far superior to worrying about the consequences. He wrapped his hand loosely around Reza's cock, loving how hot and hard it was, straining just for him. He pulled back from his neck, taking in the look on Reza's face for a moment before crushing their lips together in a hungry kiss, his resolve to take his time slowly crumbling. Reza felt so ready for him and Shane wanted all of him, to erase the bad feelings and end this day in something beyond good.
Shane was probably right about that, and Reza thought it was entirely possible that some awful consequence would come from all of this to smack him in the face, but he couldn’t worry about it at the moment. When Shane’s body was so close to his and his hand was on Reza’s cock, how was he supposed to think straight about anything? So he was just going to enjoy the hell out of this while it lasted, come what may. Reza moaned against Shane’s lips as he kissed him back with equal need. He leaned in closer to Shane, arm slipping around his back, hand sliding down to his ass as they devoured each other’s mouths. Reza had the lowkey desire burning in him to fuck Shane some day, but he could be patient. For now he was all too happy to bottom for the best lover he’d ever had. Reza pushed his cock against Shane’s hand a bit, an instinctual bid for more pressure and friction.
It was really Shane who was addicted and the way Reza reacted to him just drove that point home, his arms around him, the way he kissed him back and that voice. It was always Reza's voice that got to him, whether it was sexual or soothing. He didn't think it was something Reza put a concentrated effort into, if it was part of his magic it was part of him in the same way fire was a part of Shane. He ignored the silent plea for more for just a few seconds, reveling in taking control again, however small, but eventually he tightened his grip, his other hand slowly sliding down to Reza's ass to stroke and then press a finger against the opening. They didn't fuck every night but they did so often enough that he knew Reza could take him without much preparation and it was a heavy turn-on, knowing he was all but ready for him at all times. "You're mine," he murmured against his lips as he pressed the tip of his finger inside. They weren't words he was all that comfortable saying, he barely even owned furniture for fuck's sake, but Reza felt his, all his, with all the complications that entailed.
They were both junkies for one another, that was becoming more and more clear every day, especially today. Reza felt like that was okay, if they were going to self-destruct over this relationship, it ought to be mutual. And gods did he feel completely engrossed in whatever was happening between them. He would be happy to self-destruct as long as this didn’t stop. Reza had to break the kiss to gasp when Shane rubbed his ass, and he could only answer those words with a helpless moan. They meant more than Shane knew, a powerful turn on for his entire psyche, not just his aching cock. He knew Shane was a fucked up mess, but he couldn’t remember ever wanting anything more than to belong to him. At this hot moment, he wanted Shane to completely possess him, order him around, tie him up and use him and fuck him until he couldn’t stand, drain him dry, anything he wanted. That desire didn’t just come from his body. He pushed back slightly against Shane’s hand, then forward into his other hand, and Reza felt caught in the most delicious way. “Yes,” he whispered back, his breathing already picking up. “All yours, please take me ...”
Shane let out a satisfied little grunt and tightened his hold as he kissed Reza again momentarily. His resolve was definitely crumbling and he let go of Reza only to grab him by the waist to pull him forward and then maneuver him onto his back. He straddled his thighs at first, dipping in to kiss him deeply and wrapping his hand around his cock again, stroking it alongside his own. In some way he couldn't help but feel like this might be the last time he fully felt in control with Reza, even if he still had no idea just how much he would tell him the next day. His instinct told him to say nothing at all but he knew Reza would give him a look and before he knew it he'd be blurting out all sorts of terrible truths. He wasn't so sure Reza would leave, but he would see him differently and Shane wasn't ready for that. So tonight he was taking everything he could, moving on impulse and greedily enjoying what he was so afraid to lose.
Reza went where Shane pulled and pushed him, stretching out on his back and enjoying the feeling of Shane’s body hovering over his while they kissed. His toes curled and he shivered when Shane took him in hand again, and he thought he could come just like that given enough time. He didn’t want to, he could just already feel that tension humming in his balls. Reza’s hands slid up Shane’s arms and down his sides, greedy to feel his smooth warm skin over all that hard muscle. His fingers moved for Shane’s cock, but found that he had that one taken care of too, so he dipped lower to caress his balls instead, fully invested in Shane’s pleasure. The next day’s discussion was far from his mind at the moment, all of him focused on the here and now and just the two of them.
Shane could well imagine Reza would be an amazing power bottom if he ever gave him more control. He generally liked passive bottoms just fine but there was something to be said for the way Reza made him feel wanted, how he always seemed as hungry for Shane as Shane was for him. It was a powerful feeling, feeling wanted, one that could so easily go to his head and he let himself enjoy it, loving it all the more because it was a mutual thing. Reza had been quick to learn just how to touch him too and his fingers were working their magic on Shane's balls, making him momentarily tempted to just conclude the night like this. Let them make a mess of each other, tangled together and stroking each other to completion. The temptation didn't last, overwritten pretty fast by a far stronger one and Shane slowly maneuvered himself between Reza's legs where he pushed himself up to kneel again. He ran his hands firmly down Reza's stomach and then to his hips before snagging the bottle of lube from where he'd tossed it earlier.
As much as his body was throbbing for release already, Reza wanted to prolong this, let it build until they were both absolutely desperate for release. He at least didn’t want to come until he could do it with Shane’s cock buried deep in him. Reza drew in a deep breath and bit into his bottom lip as he watched Shane straighten up, his legs now wrapped around the other man’s hips. Reza rubbed one of them restlessly against Shane’s skin, his fingers brushing over his chest and stomach, back arching up a bit in a restless roll of his body. “I need to feel you, so bad,” he murmured, low and a little hoarse. As Shane slicked his cock up, Reza’s hands strayed close to his own, but he drew them upward instead, wanting more of that ‘good boy’ praise.
"Good boy," Shane whispered and while he didn't know Reza was hungry for those exact words, the self restraint didn't go unnoticed and the words came naturally. He gave Reza an approving little smile as he leaned over him and brushed his lips against his cock and gave the head a little lick. It was more of a tease than anything, he didn't want Reza to come yet either, but he wanted to taste him, catch some of that glistening wetness on his tongue. "You feel that?" he murmured cheekily as he pulled Reza's hips up further, rubbing his cock against him, letting it glide easily against his until he found where he wanted to be. "You want this cock?" he murmured, biting his lip as he reached down to line himself up just right. "Tell me you want it."
Reza made a sound that was half-whine as Shane bent down, his hands lifting to run fingers restlessly through his hair. The words churned around inside him with the physical sensations and he teetered on the edge for a delicious second or two. It just made him even more desperate for more, and Shane was toying with him in the best sort of way. Reza rocked his hips up as their cocks slid together, the teasing friction drawing a soft gasp out of him. Shane’s demand made his stomach flutter wildly again, and Reza forced his eyes to refocus on Shane’s face as he wet his lips. “I need your cock,” he told him, unable to keep his hips completely still with that tantalizing pressure just starting against his ass. “Please fuck me, I want your cock deep ...”
There were moments in sex that Shane wanted to dwell in forever and often went back to in his mind when he was alone and the way Reza looked at him now and squirmed against him was definitely one of them. He paused for a moment just to take it in, giving Reza a dazed little grin and licking his lip as he watched him. He almost wanted to make him beg more, squirm more, but Shane was just as needy for it. He pushed in just an inch, giving a content sigh as he felt Reza tighten around him and draw him in deeper. There really was nothing like it and it was hard to imagine ever going back to condoms but that wouldn't be the only reason fucking someone else would be subpar to this. "Tell me you’re mine," he whispered as he pushed in deeper, his cock throbbing at the tightness enveloping it.
Reza felt well practiced at taking that first push now, relaxing into it so there was nothing but pleasure, even with Shane’s girth. His dark lashes fluttered and he let out a soft sound, his hands moving to grip Shane’s arms. Reza rotated his pelvis as Shane slid deeper, coaxing his body to ease into the intense pressure. He hitched his legs a little higher against Shane’s sides and he scraped his teeth over his bottom lip. “I’m yours,” Reza breathed back to him, and it felt like something was pushing against the inside of his ribs. He meant it, he was Shane’s, in more ways than this, and Reza wasn’t in any shape to hide it at the moment, too vulnerable and full of emotion with Shane’s cock slowly filling him up. “I’m yours,” he repeated, the word morphing into a moan.
Shane wasn't too far gone to recognize how fucking weird it was that Reza could take something he'd always hated and turn it into something he wanted to hear over and over again. The words filled him with something beyond arousal, a possessiveness he wasn't too unfamiliar with when it came to sex but this time it was something more and completely strange to him. As he pushed in deeper he leaned down over Reza, pressing heated kisses along his ribs as he reached down between them to brush his fingers against his obviously aching cock. "Tell me again," he whispered, loving the way Reza tensed once he was fully inside of him, pushing in deep and relentless.
His upper back arched off the bed a bit as Reza slipped even further into that heady sub space where the pleasure was right on the border of pain, and all he wanted was even more of it. His breath caught as he felt Shane push flush against him, all that intense pressure making his hips roll restlessly. The tiny touch to his cock was electric, and Reza’s hands gripped at Shane before they started roaming around his body again. He was starting to feel like he was throbbing all over, both desperate and not yet ready for Shane to start thrusting. One hand slid up behind Shane’s neck and into his hair and curled there as he stared up at him, the neediness he was feeling written all over his face. “I’m yours,” he said with feeling. “All yours, all of me.”
"Yeah you are," Shane whispered and he felt it on a deep level, that possessive feeling overtaking him and filling him up like nothing else. He studied Reza's face for a second, taking in that earnest and dazed look on his face before leaning in to kiss him hungrily. He wasn't ready to move either, feeling like he was still settling in and Reza was still getting used to him, so he waited another few moments though he couldn't quite help from grinding his hips a little bit to match Reza's squirming. Somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered if he'd ever feel this connected with him again, if tomorrow would ruin everything, but it was hard to care when this very moment was so full of feelings, both physical and emotional, making everything outside of their bed seem insignificant and far away. Reza wasn't as shallow as him either and Shane knew this so it shouldn't worry him as much as it did but it was hard to see the world from a different viewpoint than his own, to really put himself in Reza's shoes and predict how he might react to things. But if this was the last time, by god he'd fucking enjoy it to the fullest and revel in how much Reza belonged to him in this moment.
Reza was no empath, but he could still feel some of the intense emotions coming off of Shane. He could see it in the way Shane looked at him, feel it in how their mouths crashed together, and the hard press of his cock inside of Reza. He’d never felt so owned by anyone, and it felt so fucking right, it was almost a physical sensation. Was he in love with this stunted, frustrating, maddeningly mysterious, fiery man? If he was, this was like no other love he’d felt before, something wilder and much more hungry. Reza was oblivious to Shane’s worries, too engrossed in what was between them to think anything might be a dealbreaker. Maybe that was foolish, but fuck, how could he not be a fool for this? He already felt fit to burst with emotions, wishing they could merge even more fully, get closer, belong utterly to each other. He knew on some level that sex wasn’t the way to get there, but damn if it didn’t feel effective at the moment. Reza kissed Shane like it was the only thing keeping him alive, bucking his hips up to draw him in as deep as he could.
Shane finally rolled his hips and pulled out enough to start really moving and while he rarely worried about his stamina, he came close now because he didn't want this to end. The way Reza kissed him back felt every bit as possessive as the way Shane was acting and for the time being it didn't bother him to feel possessed and clung to. It wasn't a feeling he minded during sex and he did love to feel desired, especially by someone he desired in turn. He tightened his hold on Reza's cock, the urge to make him moan and squirm growing into something that was nearly out of his control, a heightened need that blissfully drove everything else out of his mind. There was only room for this now, the heat pooling in his core, the way Reza clung to him and moved against him, so alive and beautiful and his.
He couldn’t help the entirely undignified noise that came out of him when Shane really started to thrust, but Reza had no shame about anything at the moment. Everything he was experiencing felt naturally intense, and he was just flowing with his instinct now. There was no other choice, the pleasure was too overwhelming. His instinct was to cling to Shane, to fully immerse himself in this moment when Reza felt like he had him more than he ever had before. Their sex had always been incredibly hot from the start, but now it felt like even more than it had been, those layers of intimacy were thicker, the pleasure even more meaningful. Shane’s hand on his cock felt like both too much and not enough, and Reza couldn’t help but rock up against it. He felt mindless and greedy for more -- more friction, more pressure, more kissing, more everything. More Shane, that was all he wanted.
It was easy to fall into the rhythm of it, a primal feeling more so than a concentrated effort, but after a while Shane slowed down, straightened up a little to take in the way Reza looked, flushed and mindless with pleasure. It mirrored the way he felt so perfectly and the visual stimulation of it was pretty on par with the physical. He slowed his strokes down until his hand was still save for the light way he ran his thumb over the head of Reza's cock. That feeling of not wanting to stop was pretty overpowering and he was so close, stopping for a moment just felt natural. It didn't do much, not with the way Reza still moved and clenched around him and Shane felt heady as he stared down at him, his breathing and heart beat hard and fast. "You gonna come for me?" he murmured, shifting his hips once and that was nearly enough to send him over the edge. His body shuddered a little and he stopped again, letting out a shaky and breathy little laugh. "Fuck."
It was probably a small miracle that Reza hadn’t come yet, part of him trying to hold off just to relish this, and Shane’s thumb rubbing against the head of his cock felt like it was full of electricity. Reza’s body didn’t want to stop, it was striving for release, but he didn’t have much of a choice. He could feel how sensitive and close Shane was, and Reza felt like he needed to come around Shane’s hard cock. He didn’t want it any other way. The question drew a helpless moan out of him and he arched a bit, his arms lifting over his head to grip the sheets above him. “Yes,” he breathed back. “Can I? Please? I wanna come on your cock so fucking bad ...” He knew it wasn’t necessary to ask, but Reza was willing to bet that Shane would enjoy getting to make the decision for him.
He was absolutely right, as if Shane wasn't high enough of sexual energy already, the words elevated his arousal to new heights. "Good boy," he murmured. "You can come." He punctuated the permission by moving again, both his hand and his hips, his free hand moving to stroke Reza's stomach and as he leaned into him he found a hard nipple, gently pinching and rolling it between his fingers. "Let me feel you come." He was barely hanging on now, pure stubbornness keeping his orgasm at bay and he knew that the moment Reza went off, he wouldn't be far behind him, hell he doubted he'd get much time to enjoy the sight of him before he climaxed as well but he wanted to watch, wanted to be aware of every little detail so he forced himself to watch and that restraint just made it all feel hotter, harder, crazier.
There were those two words Reza loved so much, quickly followed by Shane swiftly ramping things up, and he was only able to hang on for another minute or two. That combination of Shane’s tight fist and his hard cock was too much for him, especially with that dominant command ringing in his ears. Reza’s breathing got harsh, his moans louder, until he went rigid and arched off the bed, his head pushed back and a cry falling from his lips. His cock jerked and throbbed in Shane’s grip, his body clenching tight around him as pleasure pummeled him with every thrust. It spiraled up from Shane’s cock and through every part of him, making him almost convulse with the intensity of it.
Shane almost wished he was outside of the scene so he could just lean back and watch. Maybe one day he'd indulge himself by coming first and then spending a while just edging Reza, because fuck it was hard to concentrate when his own climax came crashing down on him. It was all too much to fight off, those sounds and that sight and the way Reza's body felt against and around him. Fighting it was very much a lost cause and when Reza came, Shane was just seconds behind him. At least he could have kept going if he had wanted to but it had been an emotionally exhausting day and this was the perfect peak to it, a powerful orgasm to wash away the bad. He thought he could hear their moans reverberate strangely but by now he knew why that was and he frankly loved it when Reza lost control of his powers. It felt like a testament to just how good their sex was and it stoked Shane's ego a bit. He let himself get lost in the sensations, his eyes closed as he fucked Reza through his orgasm, his balls tight and his cock throbbing. Just like everything else he wanted it to last longer, to just freeze time in this moment and throb for minutes and minutes but eventually it quieted down and he slumped back on his heels, his chest rising and falling rapidly with his heavy breathing. "Fuck," he whispered, a small smile curling his lips.
Reza would have agreed -- it was hard to fully enjoy his partner’s pleasure when he was drowning in his own, and he would have loved to be able to watch Shane from the outside. Maybe some day they could tape themselves or something, though that rarely turned out as sexy as one would imagine. What he did get to see and feel and hear of it was still incredible, and Shane’s orgasm only prolonged his own, those hard pumps against that sweet spot inside of him drawing the pleasure out until they were both completely spent. Reza had to work on forcing his eyes open again once Shane had slowed to a stop, but he was glad he did, because Shane looked hot as hell, rumpled and flushed and beautiful. “Yeah,” he breathed, a dazed tiny smile crossing his own face. ‘Fuck’ didn’t quite cover it, but it was a start. Reza pulled weakly at Shane’s arm, wanting him close against or a moment while everything slowed down.
Shane opened his eyes when Reza tugged on him and leaned over Reza again to give him a few kisses. Not one long one before he could catch his breath but a few breathy ones would do for now. He ended up with his forehead pressed against Reza's neck, idly stroking his sides and arms as he enjoyed those last few spasms going through his body. He found himself wishing he could erase Reza's memories of everything that had happened that day except for this, that he'd fucked him so thoroughly that nothing else mattered. Wouldn't that be god damn magical? He huffed softly and moved just to press a kiss on his collarbone. "Fuck, I love fucking you," he whispered, lightly brushing his fingers over Reza's nipple again and part of him wanted to just sleep like this, with Reza's legs wrapped around him and his fingers in his hair.
Reza didn’t want to forget anything, not a single second or detail, even the shitty ones. He felt so much closer to Shane now, even if that wasn’t smart of him. He couldn’t help it. They knew some of each other’s secrets, they’d argued now and seen each other at something other than their best, they’d survived it and decided to communicate. It had been nothing but bonding to Reza. Still vulnerable after such a powerful orgasm, his chest felt tight as Shane bent down and kissed and nuzzled him. Reza’s fingers delved into his hair, his eyes slipping shut while he tried to concentrate on slowing his breathing down. His heart gave an extra hard throb at Shane’s words, and he felt like he caught a glimpse of what it would be like to hear them without the ‘fucking’ in there. He ran one hand down Shane’s upper back, drawing in a deeper breath. “I love fucking you too,” he murmured.
Shane grinned at that and once he felt like he had his breathing under control again he raised his head to kiss him, lingering this time as he enjoyed the feel of Reza's lips against his own. "I don't wanna move," he complained softly, but he knew he needed to and that position wasn't going to be comfortable for long, especially not for Reza. He was slowly going soft inside of him now that his dick had caught on that they were done with the fucking and the rest of his body was starting to feel relaxed too, far more so than he had been before the sex. Most of all he didn't want tonight to end, the sooner he fell asleep the sooner tomorrow would come.
He gave a soft huff at the whine, feeling much the same, but Reza knew pretty soon his hips would start to protest and he would get leak and get cold and sticky and all of that gross after-sex reality would set in. The not-fun stuff. “Me either ... I do have to piss though,” he murmured with a little grin. Reza would shower too, make sure he was nice and ready to cuddle up to Shane and sleep. His body was tired, and his mind more settled now -- it was probably the pleasure hormones working on his brain, but whatever -- and he felt like he could sleep soundly. Before Shane could go anywhere, Reza lifted his head to steal one more kiss from him. He had zero frets about the next day, he was just ready to be comfortable with his sorta-boyfriend and sleep.