byflame (byflame) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2021-03-27 00:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | #june 2018, reza, reza x shane, shane |
Who: Shane and Reza
When: Late night, Saturday, June 9
Where: Boston nightclub
Warning: NSFW
A vacation from a vacation was probably kind of first-world ridiculous, but as soon as they drove into Boston and Reza saw signs of bigger civilization, he knew it was a good decision. Point Pleasant was a quaint small town and while he was intrigued by the magic there, Reza was a city boy at heart, and Boston was a city. They’d left Thursday afternoon to spend the full weekend away, and so far Reza was having a blast. He’d never been to Boston before, except passing through the airport, and there was a lot to explore. There was shopping, real clubs, good music, so many more options in upscale restaurants. Reza felt like he’d gained ten pounds already.
All that aside, he could see a change in Shane. It was like a layer of stress had fallen away, he seemed so much more relaxed. Reza was aware that could just be avoidance -- ‘out of sight, out of mind’ for his issues and the bigger problems he was facing -- but he had to admit it was nice to set it all aside for a while and just have fun. That was something they were obviously very good at together, and it had felt like a very indulgent weekend so far, between all of the eating and spending and fucking in their very nice hotel room.
On the theme of indulgence, Shane had found a local BDSM club for them to visit, and of course Reza had been game. They’d had a room service dinner and then gotten ready, which had naturally taken a while, both of them primping and fussing with their hair in the big double-sink mirror for quite a while. Reza slid on some black eyeliner as a finishing touch to his clingy black leather pants and sheer silky shirt. He wasn’t sure if they would actually fool around at the club, but he wanted to be ready so he tucked some lube and a small pack of wipes into his jacket pockets and they were on their way.
If Shane wasn't so excited about actually clubbing again, he'd have ravished Reza right there and then and never left the damn hotel. He looked stupidly good in eyeliner and Shane knew damn well not everyone could pull that look off but Reza... Well, Reza could pull anything off, Shane was pretty sure about that at this point. He already loved watching Reza but he found himself staring at him far too much tonight because that whole get-up was positively sinful. They'd had fun shopping for things to wear but it was different to put them on to actually go out. Shane had always found he liked the fashion for the subs more than the doms but he didn't want to gear up and send the wrong message but the place had a dress code so he'd gotten himself a pair of leather pants that weren't quite as revealing as Reza's and a light leather jacket that clung to him just right. No shirt of course, he would have gone for a harness but couldn't find one he liked. He'd joked about how he usually went to these clubs as a voyeur more than anything and there was no real way to dress up for that but fashionable fetish wear was absolutely on the table. The smell of all that leather was definitely getting him in the right mindset and he felt almost heady with it by the time they finally reached the club.
It was hard to believe it was a one night set-up and that this space wasn't constantly in use for this very purpose, there were crosses, cages and racks as well as bolts on the walls, all like they belonged there already and the low lighting and dress code pretty much set the mood from the moment they walked in. People were already having a good time as they'd made sure not to be there too early.
Shane pulled Reza close once they were inside, nudging him and nodding at one of the sex racks. "We should get one of those in the game room," he murmured and while he was joking for the most part, he could all too easily imagine Reza strapped down on that thing and it sent a fresh wave of arousal through him.
Reza’s pants had lacing running up both sides of the legs and when he slipped out of his jacket once they arrived, the sheer shirt made him feel half-naked in public, which was kind of delightful. He generally didn’t expose a lot of skin, even in places like this, but being there with Shane hit different, and he felt a bit more free than usual. Reza didn’t like to advertise his submissive status, because it was so selective, but now that he more or less belonged to somebody, he wanted to show off a little bit. They’d had a bit of wine already and he was feeling nicely loose by the time they got to the club, which was only enhanced by the energy in the club. For a bunch of people clad in black leather, the vibe was very happy. He looked where Shane indicated and gave a soft laugh. “And just leave it for the homeowners?” he asked with a grin. He was mostly joking too, but it was kind of hot. “Or ship it back to Chicago? I could make some room at my place.”
Shane just laughed because he really couldn't think beyond Point Pleasant right now; the future seemed hazy and far away - out of reach most of the time too for reasons he didn't want to think about tonight. "I don't think you'd like it that much," he murmured with a put-on little pout. "You would look good strapped down on one though." His pout morphed into a smile again quickly enough and he leaned in to brush his lips against Reza's ear. He felt weirdly possessive of him tonight, Reza looked good enough to eat and there were plenty of hungry people here but Reza was his so he felt the need to keep him close for now. "If you see anything here you like, let me know. We can try it here or back at the house if you don't want an audience."
The soft contact on his ear gave Reza a pleasant tingling down his back and he smirked. “Bold of you to assume I’ve never tried it,” he quipped, shooting Shane a flirty little glance. He’d been strapped to a few devices in his time, with people he completely trusted at the time. Restraints gave him some strange feelings sometimes so it hadn’t been a regular thing, but Reza was getting to a place where he would be willing to experiment with Shane. They’d discussed some hard limits and had a safeword now, and Reza felt safe with him. He was unsure about the public nature of the club though, so who knew. Reza turned his head enough to catch Shane’s mouth in a quick kiss. “Let’s have a drink or two before you start tying me up somewhere,” he said with a little grin.
"Wait, do you want me to tie you up somewhere?" Shane retorted and the idea was really hot, he just wasn't sure where he had Reza when it came to doing things public. There were a lot more mind games he could play when there were people around but Reza wasn't some masochistic ultra sub and Shane was still figuring him out. Thankfully Shane wasn't a sadistic ultra dom either so that worked out just fine but admittedly, sometimes the mood struck him to be a little mean. All he could think to do to him was very sexual in nature and so far they'd never talked about pain outside of sex. "I find it hard to believe you've tried everything," he added as they meandered towards the bar. "But what do I know." He gave Reza a curious little look, narrowing his eyes playfully before licking his bottom lip and grinning.
“What do you know?” Reza countered, his tone playful as he flashed Shane a little grin and bounced his eyebrows. He was talking out of his ass, really. There were plenty of contraptions and trappings to BDSM that he’d never tried or been interested in. He had been on a rack, and he had been on a couple of those big X crosses, and he’d been restrained and beaten with various things before he’d decided that pain didn’t have a big place in his sexual appetites. Not like that, anyway. The power plays of the bindings could be fun, and he enjoyed the mind games and emotional intensity this kind of dynamic could bring, but he was picky and he knew it. Reza also knew he was worth the effort, and he hoped Shane knew that by now too. He certainly felt nicely powerful in this sort of setting, aware that he looked sexy and desirable, with someone equally powerful at his side. They reached the bar and Reza focused on getting noticed by the bartender and ordering drinks.
There were a lot of things Shane wanted to try with Reza but while this place was nicely set up for all sorts of play, most of those things were better done in private. Why pretend to use alcohol and lighters for fireplay when he could so easily control the fire without them. "Have you been tickle tortured?" he asked and pulled out his wallet as they waited for their turn. "You'd look so fucking cute all tied up, squirming and laughing." It was also less of a sexual show for the rest of the people there, but Shane was pretty sure there were some private little booths where they could play without a big audience. They just needed to explore the place a little and see if they wanted to do something other than drink and watch tonight. He didn't think Reza was particularly ticklish but that just meant it'd be a challenge to find some spot he hadn't discovered before and really, Shane would use any excuse to get his hands on his body at any given time.
Reza was still on the fence about what he wanted to do at this particular club on this particular night, and he’d been careful not to make any promises about anything. Shane knew he was no tease and it was all but guaranteed that they would end up having sex tonight, it just might not be in such an exhibitionist setting. Shane’s question surprised a laugh out of him and looked over with one brow raised. “No, I can’t say that I have,” he answered, more amused than aroused at the idea. But hell, who knew what might flip a switch inside of him that he hadn’t been aware of. There was something vaguely erotic about tickling, wasn’t there? Especially in a helpless position. “Is that one of your things?”
"Not really," Shane admitted. "But it could be fun. We can try all sorts of things without them being our things." He straightened up when the bartender came their way and once they'd ordered their drinks he focused on Reza again. "I think you're my thing," he murmured. "I think doing just about anything with you could be hot." Especially in that outfit, that sheer shirt was doing things to Shane that were only amplified by the dark lines around Reza's already gorgeous eyes. "I could flog you if you want, borrow one of those little electrical devices and give you little shocks. What are you into?" They had never really discussed much beyond the power struggle but while Shane wasn't super into all the convoluted ins and outs of BDSM, he did love giving pleasure.
It gave Reza a heady surge of energy through his body to hear Shane say he was his thing. Hearing shit like that from him always gave Reza some intense feelings, especially when it got more explicit, which had been happening more lately. He gave a half-grin that felt almost goofy on his face and leaned into Shane’s warmth some more. It was a little hard to say what his own things were when it seemed so dependent on his partner, but he tried to think, because fooling around with Shane at this club was feeling more appealing. “Not flogging, no heavy pain ... restraints, sensory play, the mind games, feeling owned ... I do like to be edged when I’m in that mode. Never been shocked, but I’d try it. I like being shown off.” He felt weirdly shy admitting to that one, like it was embarrassing, but it was true. “What are you into?” he countered playfully.
Sensory play made Shane think of just how awesome it might be to use fire and ice intermittently but they didn't have the tools or space necessary for that here so it was something he'd keep in mind for later. Everything else sounded good to him; he was plenty possessive of Reza already, he did want to restrain him and he absolutely wanted to show him and himself off tonight - and most nights if he was honest. "You should be shown off," he murmured before answering Reza's question, looking him over like he was a delicious meal and Shane was hungry. "I like the aesthetics of BDSM more than the actions. I like seeing people feeling things intensely, whether I'm the one making them feel that way or not. I like the vibe, but I don't need to inflict pain or get all kinky to have a good time." Reza was probably aware of that by now, their sex life was plenty hot without any of the extras. "I like trying most things at least once, and trust me, I have tried a lot of things."
Reza of course knew that a bunch of kink wasn’t a requirement for Shane to enjoy himself and get off -- at least it hadn’t been needed between the two of them so far. But if there were things he felt were missing, or even just wanted to fold into their sex life, Reza wanted to know. They were still learning each other, still weaving the tapestry of their relationship. Still, it was a bit of a relief to hear that Shane wasn’t some 24/7 kinkster who’d just been tolerating the vanilla or something. And gods, the way he looked at Reza made him feel melty inside and like he would agree to most anything Shane wanted to try on him. “You always make me feel things intensely,” he said quietly, turning his head to give Shane a nuzzle. They were interrupted by the arrival of their drinks, and Reza picked his up and started to turn away from the bar. “Come on, let’s explore.”
Shane slipped his hand down to the small of Reza's back as they walked and took in the sights. The place was fairly well organized, allowing people to avoid the more extreme play if they wanted and the rules of the party were fairly visible on multiple posters with the same large phrase in colorful letters: Safe, sane & consensual. "God," Shane murmured. "I've done so much shit that was not safe or sane." He huffed, cocking a brow at his past stupidity and then glanced at Reza. "What about you? You always have a good head on your shoulders or were you an idiot like the rest of us when you were younger?"
There were a few contraptions around that gave Reza a little tingle of intrigue at the base of his cock, but nothing that jumped out at him as something he needed to try out immediately. He was only on his first drink, however, so who knew. Reza glanced at the sign that caught Shane’s attention and chuckled a bit himself. “I was an idiot to a certain degree, but probably less than most people,” he said, shrugging one shoulder. “It was more from fear of my parents’ wrath than good sense, I think. They kept us fairly sheltered as kids and they’re nosy as fuck now that we’re adults.” He’d had some young and foolish adventures, sure, but he doubted those stories were anything that Shane would consider very taboo. It was all perspective. Reza gave him a little grin. “You probably would’ve been bored with me.”
Shane shrugged at that. Reza probably wouldn't have gotten his attention much back in those days, that was true, just not necessarily for the reasons Reza thought. "We met at the right time," he said. "You wouldn't have talked to someone like me anyway." He quirked his brow and grinned but he wasn't joking. Maybe he didn't know Reza well enough to make that kind of statement but he could easily imagine him as a twenty year old from a supportive but overwhelming family and there was no way he'd even have looked at someone like Shane used to be. It wasn't exactly a topic he wanted to stick to, especially not here, so he gestured to one of the delightful artwork pieces. "Ever been fucked on a swing?" It was kind of amusing to him that a lot of things that had caught his eye seemed like fun but the immediate thought he had after thinking about them was that they really didn't need any of them. Sure, he could probably drive Reza nuts by adding some toy into the mix but Reza already had plenty of vibrations going on for him that weren't battery powered. All of this was just extra, aesthetics, sexy and fun things.
Since Reza had no idea what kind of young man Shane had been, he couldn’t really say either way. He’d learned now not to make any assumptions about anything having to do with this man, because there had been so much that blindsided him. Shane could’ve been a pill junkie or an art thief or in the CIA for all he knew. Luckily Shane seemed to not want to dwell there either, so Reza allowed them to be diverted to the sex swing. He gave a little snerk and walked up to it, giving a tug to the straps here and there. “Can’t say I have yet, but ... the night is young.” Reza flashed him a grin, then handed Shane his drink to hold while he figured out how to climb into the swing. Not even to be sexy, but just to see if he could get into it without breaking his neck. Reza managed and he laughed a little as he swayed in the air, feeling like an awkward gangly bird caught in a net. “So, what do you think? Does it get you hard?” he asked with a titter. “Hot, right?”
Shane grinned at that and wished his hands were free so he could actually do something to show Reza that he was hotter in that swing than he seemed to think. "Now I just need some leather cuffs on you," he said with a grin. "Keep your hands up and out of the way. I think swings are more fun with more people, you know, someone on the other end to keep you from swinging away too far." He stepped closer to Reza, nudging his knee between his legs. "It's a good height. I could work with that." Did it make him hard? Possibly, he'd been half hard for a while now, a nice low key arousal that kept things interesting but Reza didn't need to be in a swing to get him going, he could do pretty much anything at all.
Reza had a bit of range of movement even in the swing, enough to hook one leg around Shane and pull him in a bit closer. There was a little smile playing at his lips as he imagined having a spotter behind him, maybe pushing him into Shane’s thrusts. “Would you try that? Getting someone else involved in our sex life?” he asked, quirking a brow. Maybe Shane just meant some anonymous person at the club, drawn over to be on the periphery of whatever they were doing. Or maybe not. That was why he was asking. Reza looked up and tried to figure out which strap would be best to be cuffed to, reaching up to hook his fingers on it.
Shane balanced the glasses as he let Reza pull him closer, feeling that heat and pressure growing inside of him as he stared at where Reza was playing with the straps. "You'd think the more the merrier but-" he said with a little shrug. "Been there, done that." He wasn't sure he liked that little pang of jealousy when he imagined someone else there with them, pushing his cock into Reza's mouth, giving Shane some sleazy fucking smile. "Does it turn you on?" he asked, not wanting to completely dismiss it if it was some fantasy Reza had never gotten to fulfill. Shane was sure that if they just found the right guy it could be hot and not as infuriating as what he was picturing, but it was hard to imagine someone he was willing to share with. "Getting fucked by two guys? Used by a group?"
“It kinda does, yeah,” Reza admitted with a lazy smile. “But I’ve never tried it, so that might be the only reason. The taboo.” It was one of those things that he wasn’t sure he ever wanted to really participate in, but it was hot to watch others do it, and it got his blood pumping harder when he was already horny. Like right then and there. Reza leaned back a bit against the straps, arms still stretched up over his head. He liked the way Shane was looking at him, like he was edible. “It’s kinda hot to think about being bound and blindfolded ... not knowing who’s cock is going where, you know? Not a big group, maybe two or three ... I dunno if I would want to share you though,” he added in a lower murmur, letting it carry to Shane’s ears a little louder than it should have been.
"It's really fun," Shane admitted. "During, at least. Especially if you're high. And then later you freak out about whether everyone was safe or not and that's a lot less fun." It wasn't the sexiest thing to talk about but it felt like a good justification for how he was feeling. They'd gotten tested, they didn't need condoms, why would he want to go back to using protection just to let some asshole or two join in on the fun? "I'm not sure I'd wanna share you either," he murmured, certain now that Reza could hear him even if he didn't speak up and that was just so fucking handy. "Unless I knew them well and I don't think I know anyone who'd be right for it." He kind of wanted to ditch the drinks now, get his hands on Reza instead. He tossed back his own drink and leaned over to set the empty glass down on the nearest surface. He had kind of wanted to make it last but that took the backseat to his desire to touch Reza and as soon as that hand was free, he had it on his stomach and oh how he loved that see-through shirt of his.
Ew, real life was such a pain in the ass sometimes. Raining on all the parades. Reza made a bit of a face at Shane’s cold dose of reality -- he didn’t want to go back to condoms and stress either. That part definitely wasn’t worth it. Reza liked hearing that Shane didn’t want to share him much better. Being fucked by multiple guys at once did have its appeal, but it paled in comparison to being possessed by the man in front of him. Sometimes thinking of being owned rubbed Reza the wrong way, but other times it made his dick feel overheated. This was one of the latter. With a little smirk, Reza brought one arm down to take his drink back from Shane so he could do the same, swallowing it down quickly before handing over the glass for Shane to set aside too. He hadn’t been serious when he’d climbed into the swing, but it was surprisingly comfortable and it was kind of fun to feel suspended without all the hassle of ropes. “Then we’ll agree to no sharing, at least for a while,” he murmured.
Shane was glad when both the glasses were out of the way and he could really touch Reza - and the swing. He pulled on the straps, easily bringing Reza to a more sitting position so he could kiss him if he wanted. "This is so handy," he commented as he let go again and the only reason it didn't send Reza swinging was his legs still clinging to Shane's body. "I can move you however I want." He ran his hands up Reza's stomach and there really was something about the way the fabric felt between them that stirred up something new in Shane. It felt like some kind of a nicely wrapped present, except he knew what it was and just how good it was and that shirt didn't leave much to the imagination anyway. "Doesn't bother you I've tried it?" he asked and Reza's reaction to all of this was... Well beyond his wildest hopes.
The swing was handy, and while he probably looked ridiculous, Reza had to admit it was fun to be pulled around like that. He kind of wanted one of these swings now, but it wasn’t like they had somewhere to permanently put it up. The one he was on was bolted to the ceiling, but he wondered a bit if they could get one on a frame or something. Reza definitely liked the way it invited Shane to touch him. Shane’s question made him grin a bit lazily, the warmth stirring up in his stomach as strong hands passed over thin fabric. “Does it bother me that you had an adventurous sex life before we even met?” he asked, arching a brow. “Why should it? I’ve done plenty of shit too, you know, does it bother you?” His tone wasn’t challenging, just curious, relaxing back a bit again.
Something about that question made Shane just like him more, like a fierce tension flaring up right in his chest. He grabbed the straps and pulled him closer again, pressing a kiss to his lips before he replied, keeping Reza close for now. "Fuck no, I don't know if you're a natural at it but you're really good in bed so if it was practice then it was clearly not a wasted effort." He wondered idly if Reza thought differently about sex work than he did 'sluttiness' but now did not feel like the right time to ask, not when his cock was hard and Reza was so relaxed against him. He didn't think it would sour the mood but why take the risk? "You're making me want one of these," he added. "It suits you."
Reza’s breath caught when Shane jerked him closer again, heat flashing through him, and he sank his teeth into his bottom lip. The leather pants he had on were starting to feel a bit constricting and too hot. Reza adjusted his leg-grip on Shane a bit to help him stay pressed that close. “Nothing that brings that kind of pleasure is a wasted effort,” he murmured with heavy-lidded eyes. He was thinking of Shane’s pleasure specifically instead of his own, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to reveal that mindset quite yet. “I kinda want one too, it’s more fun than I thought it would be,” he added with another little grin. “And we’d be doing the house owners a favor, right? They can charge more per night.”
"Who doesn't want a swing in their house?" Shane murmured and it wasn't like paying for damages would be that big of a deal so he'd all but decided to go buy a swing and figure out how to safely set it up back in Point Pleasant. He was dead set on it tonight but for all he knew it was an idea that would flutter away come morning. The thought of it was hot though and the way Reza was looking at him was even hotter and Shane licked his lips as he studied Reza's face, well aware that the hungry feeling he invoked in him was getting stronger. "We're being watched," he said quietly. "You want to fuck with an audience?" It wasn't a crowd but he could see someone in his peripheral just standing there, staring.
Were they being watched? Reza quirked an eyebrow and glanced around. He caught sight of their observer and felt his stomach flutter a bit. The truly fastidious part of him was a little concerned about how often this swing got cleaned, but that wasn’t a sexy thought so he tried to put it out of his mind. Because he did kind of want to fuck with an audience, even if it was just one person so far. “I belong to you in here, right?” he murmured, gazing intently at Shane with his black-rimmed eyes. “Do you want to fuck me with an audience?” Reza knew it would be ultimately up to him, of course, but he kind of wanted to hear Shane say it before he said yes.
They wouldn't be the only people fucking in there and he did have lube but fucking might still be a hassle, The thought still made Shane's cock throb and his eyes darkened with arousal as he considered, looking Reza over. He did look like a feast in that swing and it was the perfect height. "I want to make you come with an audience," he murmured, slowly sliding his hand down to Reza's crotch and rubbing him through the leather. "But you'd have to promise to keep your sounds in check." He quirked a brow, careful not to look over to the man watching them lest he take it as an invitation to join. Shane did not want to share, the idea of it was hot and he might fantasize about it later but he didn't want that guy's dick anywhere near Reza in real life.
The way Shane’s palm traveled down his body stoked the fire inside of Reza and he drew in a slow breath through his teeth. His cock flexed against the touch and he felt himself slipping further into a needy state of mind, one that was hungry for attention, the kind of lust he always associated with those fantasies he had of being on display. Once Shane started working on him, Reza was sure they would attract even more eyes in the club, and the thought made him tingly all over. He wasn’t looking around for them though, all of his attention glued to Shane at the moment. Reza scraped his teeth over his bottom lip and nodded, his hips shifting up a bit against Shane’s touch. “I promise,” he murmured, tightening his grip around the straps above him.
Shane hadn't really planned on taking this far tonight, not in the club at least. It was a good place to build up tension and arousal to be released back at the hotel. The hotel didn't have a swing though and the way Reza was looking at him, the way his teeth graced his lip, tugging on it just so... Yeah, there was no way he could just help him out of the swing and keep exploring just yet. "You like being watched," he murmured and for a moment it was tempting to peel those leather pants off Reza just enough to lube him up and fuck him but Shane wasn't ready for that and he wasn't so sure Reza was either. He pressed a little harder against Reza's crotch, dragging his hand up to his stomach again. "You want him to see your cock?"
Reza had never really been watched before by someone who wasn’t participating in the activities, at least not in any way that left him exposed. He definitely didn’t want to jump straight to fucking with an audience, but the thought of Shane taking his cock out to play with made him tingle from head to toe. “Yeah,” he whispered, his eyes still locked on Shane. “Show him how hard you make me.” He readjusted his legs a bit and leaned back more to make his fly easier to reach. His stomach was a mess of horny butterflies already, and he couldn’t help but wonder if Shane would suck his cock in front of other people.
Shane would have understood if Reza backed out now, a lot of people thought they'd be into this until it came time to try it for real but this was a good place to explore these desires, no phones allowed, no cameras, just people they'd probably never meet again. "I want to see how hard I make you," he murmured, as if he hadn't seen it before, as if he didn't know just how good he could make Reza. It just felt different tonight, there was a sense of freedom and taboo in the air that made it all spark a little differently. He slid Reza's shirt up and flipped the top button on his pants loose, then unzipped his fly and slipped his hand within, slipping the skimpy underwear aside to fish out Reza's cock. God he was so hard already, as hard as Shane was, and he took a moment to stroke him, wondering just how much that guy could see from that angle.
Even if the guy couldn’t see anything, Reza felt like he could, and it was a powerful turn on. In fact, he suddenly felt like all eyes were on them, seeing the way his cock flexed in Shane’s hand, the drop of precum glistening on the tip, the difference in their skin tones. He and Shane had been having fantastic sex the whole time they’d been together, but this had such a different erotic charge to it. He licked his lips, his eyes drifting down from Shane’s face to where he was stroking Reza’s cock. “I can’t help it, this is just what you do to me,” he murmured, giving a needy shift of his hips.
God that tickled Shane's ego, especially since he knew it was true. He wasn't blind to the effects he had on Reza and he was thankful for that or he might feel a lot more distressed about the effects Reza had on him. That urge to fuck Reza just grew stronger but he kept it in check, sucking in air through his teeth as he gave Reza's cock a little squeeze. "Got a little challenge for you," he murmured. "How fast can you come?" It was usually the other way around, edging and delaying orgasms, but what if Reza couldn't come within the time limit he was given? That was edging in itself. Shane would stop what he was doing, Reza would be stuck with a painful erection.
Reza could get competitive, and Shane adding a game to all the tension he was already feeling from being watched just amped up everything inside of him. It made him feel kind of jumpy in the best sort of way. “I dunno, I never clocked myself,” he replied with a little grin. “But I bet you could get me there pretty goddamn fast.” Reza knew that Shane wasn’t going to necessarily try hard to make him come, but that was where the challenge was. Considering the way he was feeling at the moment, like there were hot happy sparks in his groin, made him think he just might win anyway.
"Okay," Shane said with a lazy little grin. "I do want you to come so I won't be working against you, but if you don't come in two minutes, you don't get to come until we get back to the hotel." He cocked a brow, watching Reza's reaction. Games were supposed to be fun so any sign of not wanting to do this would be duly noted, but Reza looked excited so far and Shane thought it was a great idea. He'd learned his lesson of not playing games without checking the vibe first but the vibe was good and a part of it was that while he enjoyed the exhibitionism, he didn't really want to linger there for too long.
His brows rose at ‘two minutes,’ but the smile on his face said he was up for the challenge, even eager for it. Two minutes or he had to wait for the hotel -- it made Reza tingle deliciously. He could very well imagine Shane stroking him for those two minutes and winning, leaving Reza to wait with an aching cock stuffed back in his leather pants while they hung out at the club for longer until Shane decided he was ready to go. Reza wasn’t sure if Shane would have that kind of patience, but if it served the purpose of torturing Reza until he was whisper-begging to be taken somewhere and fucked, then it was a possibility. His hips gave another little needy flex and he nodded. “Deal,” he murmured.
Shane was actually rooting for him, it would be a bit of a rush to make him come that fast, like a horny teenager during his first time. Shane was definitely down for that. His grin broadened and he licked his lips slowly as he fished his phone out of his pocket. "Put your hands up and grip those straps," he told him firmly as he set the timer to two minutes. "Keep them there and watch the clock, no cheating." He set the phone down on Reza's stomach, feeling absolutely delightfully mischievous as he let his finger hover over the start button. "You ready?" He made sure not to move his hand too much for now, else it felt like he was the one cheating. No, he'd start when the timer started, it was a race but only one of them had to reach the goal for both of them to win.
Reza obediently reached up to hang onto the straps above him again, his eyes on Shane’s long fingers as he set the timer. He was supposed to watch the clock? God, that was either going to make things harder or just add to all the delicious pressure he felt to perform. Reza wondered how many people were watching them now, but he didn’t dare look. All of his attention was on Shane and the throb of his pulse in his cock. However many eyes were on them now, there would surely be more once he started moaning. “Ready,” he breathed, his hands flexing harder on the nylon straps.
"Go," Shane whispered pointedly as he pressed the button and started stroking him, watching him with a hungry look in his eyes. This had been a good idea and he wanted Reza to succeed, wanted himself to succeed in getting him off this fast. To show him he was on his side - completely and utterly - he leaned down over him and took him in his mouth, his tongue playing with the head of Reza's cock as he kept a firm grip on his base. He found himself counting slowly in his head, which shouldn't be sexy at all but somehow it still was, four seconds, five, six and already he thought he could feel some tension in Reza's body. Whether it was because he was that aroused or because this was stressful didn't really matter, Shane was eating it up and he didn't waste any time before he was sucking him more fully, bobbing up and down in a steady rhythm.
For the first few strokes of Shane’s hand, part of Reza’s brain said there was no way he was going to make it in two minutes. Which wouldn’t have been a complete disaster or anything -- sometimes he very much enjoyed the tension of delayed gratification. But he was also competitive and the challenge Shane had laid down for him was so hot, he wanted to succeed. Reza couldn’t make himself watch the clock, he was too captivated by watching Shane, and when the other man bent over with the obvious intention to blow him, Reza’s breath caught. There was a huge difference between Shane’s mouth and his hand, and feeling lips and tongue engulf his cock sent a little shudder through him. Maybe two minutes was feasible after all. Reza clung tighter to the straps as his breathing got heavier, watching Shane as well as he could from where he was, feeling tingly and taut from head to toe.
Shane wondered if he should have let their audience do the counting, get that shy guy watching from the corner a bit more involved - Shane assumed he was shy since he hadn't gotten closer for a better look - because now he kept losing count as his mind spiralled somewhere else. For a while it worked, the rhythm matched the seconds two to one but then he started thinking about why he was getting off on counting like some nerd and if it had something to do with that guy thing about measurements and comparisons. Did girls get off on shit like this too? Fuck, fifty by now? He settled for fifty, unsure where he'd been before but it felt right and he glanced up at Reza as he slowed down for a touch, flicking his tongue against the slit of his cock before taking him fully inside again.
Reza had lost track of time even though there were numbers spinning right along on the screen resting on his stomach. It didn’t feel like they meant anything, because this was all happening both faster and slower than the literal count. Shane had a talented mouth to start with and he knew just how to suck Reza by now for peak enjoyment. His whole body felt trembly now, the pleasure and the rush of being challenged and watched at the same time was fighting with the habit of trying not to come so fast, and Reza wasn’t sure which was going to win. “Fuck,” he breathed when Shane’s mouth closed around him again. Reza’s hips rocked against the swing a bit, but it was hard to get leverage. He was getting so close, his body flirting with the edge now, and something about the time pressure was so fucking erotic. Reza looked up and around to see several other people turned toward them, appreciative smiles on their faces, and he felt extra heat blooming in his stomach. “Just like that,” he whispered urgently to his man, “God, please, don’t stop ...”
Shane had no interest in stopping, even if Reza 'failed', he ended up winding an arm tightly around his leg to keep him still since his jerking was moving the swing around and Shane wanted him right there and not moving too much and he still thought swings were definitely more fun when there was someone on the other side for leverage. Just not with Reza, he really wasn't ready to share him just yet and the only problem he had now was that he was too preoccupied with what he was doing to make sure nobody came too close. Seventy three he thought though he wasn't sure as the math and logic got a little twisted up in his mind but why even count when he wasn't going to stop anyway. He stroked Reza's thigh and up to his stomach with his free hand, swallowing him deep in his throat and pressing his tongue firmly up against his cock whenever he let him slip back out.
More than one person was going to watch him come. That thought more than any other thrummed over and over in Reza’s brain. It was a first, and a sexy first, and even though he still had all of his clothes most of the way on, Reza felt exposed in a way that made his balls clench. Shane’s mouth felt so fucking good, Reza could hear himself getting louder but had no willpower to stop it. If he drew more attention, so be it, as long as his magic didn’t slip. It was the one thing he could really focus on other than pleasure. Reza finally hit that point where it all felt too intense in a perfect sort of way, and he let out a choked sound as he bucked and twitched in the swing, only held in place by Shane’s grip on him. Reza’s head fell back while he shuddered and groaned, filling Shane’s mouth with an orgasm that was almost embarrassing in an intensely erotic sense. People were watching, and he’d come faster than a virgin on prom night, and that had been exactly what Shane wanted, and it was perfect. Somewhere in his blissful haze he heard the timer beeping at the end of the two minutes, but he honestly wasn’t sure if he’d actually beaten the clock or not.
The clock really didn't matter to Shane at this point. He licked Reza clean, loving the way he'd writhed in his grip and still shuddered a little now with every swipe of Shane's tongue. He grinned at him when he finished, straightening up a bit and pulling on the straps again to bring Reza closer. "Fucking perfect," he murmured and then he kissed him, letting Reza taste himself on Shane's tongue, still grasping Reza's cock loosely between them, shielding it from curious eyes now that Shane's mouth was no longer doing it. "You are so fucking hot," he murmured against Reza's lips inbetween insisting kisses, his own cock hard as rock and straining against his leather but Shane didn't feel in any rush to do anything about it, it really didn't feel like something that needed fixing.
Reza felt slightly dizzy as Shane pulled him up, like even on solid ground his body would have that swinging sensation. He was more than happy to kiss Shane back, giving a soft little groan against his lips. He felt perfect and fucking hot, and still incredibly aroused, his cock still feeling lazily hard and throbby in Shane’s hand. He was used to much longer sessions of pleasure, and as good as that climax had been, Reza felt like it had only wet his appetite. “You’re fucking perfect,” he replied, his lips still brushing Shane’s. “And I’m already dying for you to fuck me.” Reza smiled faintly. He knew they’d more or less just arrived at this club and he didn’t want to rush the evening, but all he truly wanted was more of Shane.
This was possibly the only type of club where it was completely acceptable to walk around with a massive erection and Shane wanted to take advantage. He felt good, like denying himself to take things further was a high of its own and everything just felt so damn sensitive. He knew he might push himself past that point where he might make reckless decisions because of it but it was less of a concern when Reza was there with him. "Don't die," he said with a little titter, grabbing the phone off Reza before it slipped away from them. "You're gonna have to wait a little longer, we just got here." He glanced around with a mischievous little look. "Unless you want me to fuck you here, then you might not have to wait as long." He'd still have to wait a little, Shane wanted another drink and he could sense fire in the house which meant someone was up to something very fun and he wanted to watch.
Reza was tempted to say yes and ask Shane to pull his pants down and fuck him right there ... but his head was clear enough to know that wasn’t what he really wanted. He wanted the tension of waiting, the energy they would build up between them before they went back to the hotel together. It was also pretty hot to know that Shane was probably aroused as fuck after getting him off, and he would have to wait too. They’d had a contest of speed and now they’d have a contest of willpower. That was the fun way to look at it anyway. Reza gave a little hum and shook his head, though there was a smirk still on his face. “Let’s get another drink and explore some more,” he said, echoing Shane’s thoughts. Once Shane had given him room, Reza tucked himself away again and climbed out of the swing, grateful not to fall somehow and bust his ass. That wasn’t the kind of humiliation he got off on. He stuck close to Shane as they slipped into the crowd to head for the bar.
Once they had drinks in hand Shane led the way through the club to find out what was going on with fire. It felt small and not out of control so he knew he wasn't leading Reza toward danger and he was a little thrilled to find someone was doing fireplay in one of the more closed off areas. It tickled him to know that if he was the one playing he wouldn't need all the precautions they were taking, nor would he need the alcohol swabs or cotton except to disguise what he could really do. Still, it was fascinating to watch someone play with fire, maybe especially because they didn't have his control over it. It took skill and confidence and oh so much precaution.
This particular guy was very easy on the eyes too, he didn't hesitate and he had a good chemistry with the guy he was playing with, slowly building up to some fire tapping, quick to put out the embers that started dancing on the man's dark skin. It was hypnotic and so obviously painful and pleasurable for the bottom, Shane got as close as he could get without infringing on the scene, fighting his impulses to take part without anyone knowing.
Reza knew that fireplay was a kink thing, but he’d never really seen it or had much interest ... though now that he had a boyfriend who could control fire, he felt a little differently about it. He found himself intrigued as they approached the playing couple, and one glance at Shane’s face told him that his own firebug was captivated. Reza’s lips quirked a bit and he watched the show while he sipped his drink. They weren’t the only people observing, but that wasn’t too surprising. Fire was flashy and drew people in like ... well, moths to a flame, he supposed. What these people were doing was definitely lovely to watch, and while the bottom was obviously enjoying himself, Reza still wasn’t so sure about the pain part of it all. Maybe someday he would let Shane experiment on him, especially if it put the current expression back on his face.