Who: Shane and Reza When: Late night, Saturday, June 9 Where: Boston nightclub Warning: NSFW
Shane was already deep into his own arousal so it admittedly didn't take a lot to get that look on his face but Reza was right, fire was such a big part of him, seeing it played with like this, sensual and kinky, was doing all sorts of pleasant things to his insides. He wanted to try it, but at the same time he realized he might not be the best judge of character of just how much a person could take so it always fascinated him to watch - and learn - the limits people could go to. This particular bottom was obviously into having marks left on his body so his top worked let the embers stay a little longer than Shane had seen before, pretty and glowing, bouncing on his skin until the man was moaning low in his throat, his body tensing in pleasure pain. Shane licked his lips as he watched and it was so hard not to start up a flame of his own just to feel it on his skin or make his own art, like he'd used to when he was younger. It was safe to say that this whole thing was inspiring for a lot of reasons.
Nobody lasted in these scenes for a long time and after a while the top wrapped his bottom in soft blankets before letting what seemed to be his partner take care of him and began putting away his things. He paused, recognizing the obvious hunger in Shane's eyes as others were already moving on. "You wanna try?" he asked with a grin that was more than a little inviting and Shane just quirked a brow because he wasn't sure what exactly he was being offered. It would probably be nice to bottom in a play like this but he wouldn't get the same thing out of it as the other guy.
Reza wasn’t exactly sure what was being offered either. He didn’t know if this top was asking if Shane wanted to be set on fire or be the one doing the setting. They were standing close enough together to look like they were together, but Reza didn’t feel prepared to do the bottoming. Knowing what kind of actual control his semi-boyfriend had over fire, Reza wasn’t exactly afraid of the prospect of going under Shane’s flames, but he wasn’t sure about doing it in front of people, with the necessity of fake precautions and such. If he was asking Shane to bottom for it ... Reza could imagine it being deliciously hot on one hand, but strange on another. He definitely wouldn’t feel it the same way, Reza was pretty sure. He looked at Shane’s face and found himself a bit apprehensive of what the answer might be.
Shane glanced at Reza too, then back at the guy with a growing grin. He still didn't know which position he was referring to but the way the guy was eating him up with his eyes he thought he could guess. "Who says I haven't," he replied a bit cockily and while it wasn't technically true since he'd never engaged in this kind of play before, he knew damn well what it felt like and that it wouldn't affect him the same.
The guy looked more intrigued at that and he got to his feet and got closer, looking Shane up and down with undisguised appreciation. "You haven't tried it with me," he said in a sultry tone, reaching up to run his finger over Shane's bare chest. "You're so smooth, you'd look gorgeous with some fire streaking over your chest." The whole wrapping things up and quitting for the night vibe was off the table, his interest renewed and his focus solely on Shane.
Reza’s eyes had been ticking between the two of them, a flicker of unease in his stomach blooming into something stronger as the guy got so close to Shane. It was the finger on Shane’s chest that really made him bristle though. It was a violation of space and boundaries -- they didn’t know each other, Shane hadn’t consented to any touching -- but it felt more like a violation of his space, even though the fire top hadn’t spared him a single glance. The hot possessive feeling that bubbled up in his chest felt almost alien, it had been so long since he felt like someone belonged to him. Reza wanted to knock the guy’s hand away from his Shane, but he stepped in closer himself instead, inserting a shoulder in the space between them as he stared at the interloper’s face. “He’s already gorgeous,” Reza said, his voice low and quiet. “So you can give us some room.”
Shane was generally good with other people's boundaries but he didn't have a whole lot of them for himself. People touched him all the time and it rarely bothered him or he would have gotten out of the nightclub business a long time ago. Drunk and horny just made him more at ease with it and it tickled him when Reza stepped forward all possessive, his posture reading loud and clear that he was ready to throw down. Shane didn't comment, just let his gaze drift from the guy to Reza, feeling a little heady with all the crazy energy in the room.
"I'm sure he can speak for himself, sweetheart," the guy said with a wry smirk, now looking Reza up and down, sizing up the competition with a cocked brow. "I don't see a collar on him so why don't you give us some room." He looked at Shane again as he placed the back of his hand against Reza's arm and nudged him to move aside. "This terrorist twink own you or something?"
Shane's brows rose in some surprise but he felt slow to react, a little weirded out by how this had escalated, very confused by the words coming out of the guy's mouth and definitely not quick on the uptake in his somewhat hazy state of mind.
Reza was irritated and jealous already, but hearing the word ‘terrorist’ really made him see red. Why did assholes like this always take it to a racial place? Sometimes it made him feel outnumbered and in danger, but this time it just filled him with rage. Reza’s free hand came up to push the guy’s hand away from him, and before he could give it a second thought, his other hand also rose, and tossed the remainder of his drink into the guy’s face. “More than you ever will, asshole,” he snapped. Maybe it was an overreaction, too dramatic, but the fire top had hit a very sensitive button and he ought to know it. He was lucky Reza wasn’t laying hands on him or pulling all the air out of his useless lungs.
Shane felt like it all happened in slow motion, his eyes widening as Reza tossed a drink in the guy's face and before he knew it he was laughing, putting himself between Reza and the guy who was now spitting poison and telling him he was too fucking sensitive. "This terror? Is not a twink," Shane said through his snickering, bodily moving Reza away from the fire top, relieved the guy wasn't following them to cause more of a scene. "What the fuck," he giggled when they were a few steps away and he was having a hard time assessing just how he felt. Reza felt like he was the one on fire right now, possessive and angry and so fucking hot that he had Shane's cock aching for him and it the mix of feelings - baffled, horny and amused - was so damn weird Shane wasn't sure what to do with himself. He just knew it didn't annoy him like it usually would have to have someone step in and interrupt someone else flirting with him. He didn't mind it in the least bit that Reza had sort of laid a claim on him and that probably should be making him feel a lot trippier than it did.
It was probably a good thing that Shane separated them, because Reza could still feel that anger escalating inside of him. He was not amused at Shane’s quip, but it was sort of impossible for him to be amused at anything at the moment. He wasn’t a twink, nor was he a terrorist, but he would have happily brought some actual terror into that dickhead’s life if Shane hadn’t stepped in. Reza went where he was directed, his expression tight and hard. He could hear the top still calling him a snowflake and was sorely tempted to mute him for the rest of the night, but Reza just tried to tune him out instead. “You were obviously with me,” he said to Shane, though that ‘what the fuck’ had probably been a rhetorical question. “Racist fuck.” Maybe he shouldn’t be laying any claims on Shane, no explicit promises had been made out loud, but Reza felt like they were Together, apparently more strongly than he’d even known.
"Yeah," Shane said, still tittering a little though he was starting to realize his laughing was more out of surprise than actual amusement. That guy could have flirted with Reza too, he could have been smooth about things instead of saying trashy shit but he hadn't and it was so bewildering to Shane who'd never really seen something like that up close and personal before. He wasn't so naive to not know about racism but it all just felt so removed from him personally that he'd never considered how to handle it or that he'd ever have to. He still had his arm around Reza, even if he wasn't physically holding him back or moving him so much as moving with him away from that room and once they were out of sight of the fire top, he pushed Reza up against the nearest wall, leaning in close to brush his lips against his ear. "You looked ready to fight this guy for me."
The push against the wall was unexpected, and the riled part of Reza wanted to push him back, an automatic reaction that very quickly melted into lust as Shane’s voice was suddenly tickling in his ear. At the end there, Reza had wanted to fight him for being a racist asshole, but Shane wasn’t wrong about his original motivations. Was that a turn on for him? It seemed to be, which only encouraged the hot Want in Reza’s gut. He’d laid claim to Shane and now his keyed-up body apparently wanted to lay claim to Shane. Maybe that was strange, considering how he’d gotten off an hour ago to people watching them fool around ... but watching was different than touching. Reza hooked his fingers into the belt loops at Shane’s hips and pulled him in firmly, scraping his teeth over his bottom lip. “I’d do a hell of a lot of things for you,” he murmured back.
Shane could feel the tension running through Reza, his body was taut as a wire and Shane wasn't oblivious to the fact that he'd almost crossed a line by pushing him. He didn't regret it for a second though, not with the way Reza pulled him in closer, his words like fuel on Shane's fire. "That's becoming pretty clear," he said and wondered what Reza's limit was there and what his own limit was because at this point he wasn't so sure there was much left he'd deny Reza - if anything - and certainly not in his current state of heady arousal. "I don't think I can wait to fuck you until the hotel," he half-moaned, nuzzling Reza's ear and gripping his waist firmly, wishing he could slip his fingers further down into Reza's pants than just the very top but they were tight and firm against his skin, barely allowing the tips of his fingers to explore.
Reza wanted to tell Shane that he was Reza’s, that nobody else got to touch him like that without his consent too, that he didn’t want to share any more than Shane had wanted to invite their shy voyeur over to suck Reza’s cock. Not yet, anyway. He wanted to tell Shane that they were in a relationship now whether he liked it or not, that he was madly in love with him and not going anywhere until forced to do so. That was a crazy thing to say though, and he knew it, so Reza bit his tongue on all that. Instead he closed his eyes and tried to focus on letting those moaned words twist his dizzy headspace away from anger and back toward what really mattered. He suddenly couldn’t wait either -- his cock was hard again and Reza pushed his hips against Shane’s, everything inside of him craving friction, action, something to put that burst of energy into. “Then take me somewhere here,” he said, his voice a little rough with arousal.
Shane had almost backed out of coming to this place tonight because of all the hassle involved in getting in, but now he was glad for it because that meant he knew the rules and he knew the layout of the place, at least roughly. "Do you want to be watched or not?" he asked hurriedly as he nibbled on Reza's neck. "There are private rooms." He didn't care if people watched, he could have turned Reza around and fucked him against this very wall if he wanted but he had a feeling they'd enjoy it more if they didn't get interrupted by the prissy fire top or someone trying to walk by, it wasn't the most spacious area or the most private one.
The idea of Shane just flipping him around to fuck him right there, where anybody could walk past and stop to stare, was hot ... but Reza knew he didn’t actually want to do it. Not tonight, not here. He could too easily imagine the fire top turning up and ruining things. Maybe it was even a good idea for them to disappear for a little while, in case he was whining to management about the drink-tossing. “Private,” Reza answered without hesitating. He pushed his chest against Shane’s, partly to get him to move, partly just to feel more of their bodies pressed together.
Shane enjoyed that press of Reza against him for a brief moment before he pulled him with him to head for where he thought the private areas were and while he didn't find an unoccupied space as fast as he wanted to, it didn't take too long before he was shoving a door closed behind them and pulling Reza in for a greedy kiss. He didn't even look at the room, just the fact that it was available was enough for him, all the toys in the world couldn't make him any more excited than Reza currently did and he was a little too preoccupied with kissing him to start surveying the furniture. "You drive me so fucking crazy," he murmured into the kiss and fumbled for the buttons on Reza's pants again, though he was far less composed about it now than he had been when he was in control at the swing.
Reza wasn’t looking around either, mutually preoccupied with Shane and the way their mouths crashed together. It was kind of dark in the room anyway. He felt hungry and desperate, all stirred up inside with strong feelings that needed an outlet as soon as possible. Currently he was dying for that outlet to be Shane’s cock pounding into him, claiming Reza just as much as the other way around. His hands came up to start pushing Shane’s jacket off of his shoulders, wanting more skin exposed for his fingers and lips. “Me too,” he breathed, which wasn’t very eloquent, but he couldn’t quite form any words to express how he felt about Shane without risking freaking him out. The last thing Reza wanted to do was ruin this moment with some dumb declaration of love. Instead he tried to focus on getting Shane’s clothes off at the same time as his own.
Shane couldn't explain why Reza's actions had gotten him so riled up, they should have annoyed him, should have made him want to step back and demand they slowed down because Shane Warren didn't belong to anyone, god damn it, he was his own man, he go wherever he wanted, do whatever he wanted and whoever he wanted - only the only one he wanted right now was Reza and it was fucking weird. Could witches put love spells on people? Because that would make it all make more sense. Shane didn't think he'd care if that was what was going on, he'd never felt like this about someone and he sure as hell hadn't felt like someone felt that way about him. Everything was fleeting, temporary, including Shane. He was fun until he wasn't, impressive until he wasn't. But Reza was still there and Shane wanted to devour him. His jacket dropped on the floor with a heavy thud and he wasted no time in getting his hands back on Reza, peeling that shirt up and off him and ducking down to kiss his chest.
For his part, Reza had never felt this way about anyone else he’d ever been with. He’d been in love a couple of times, he was fairly sure, but they’d felt different from each other, and worlds different than this. Reza didn’t know if it was love this time or just a crazy obsessive lust that could potentially get him killed, but he knew he truly felt it. Intensely. He couldn’t turn away from it, he knew that much for sure. Breathing hard already, Reza lifted his arms so Shane could get his shirt off and then moaned low, his fingers delving into Shane’s hair. He dipped his head in to kiss at his temple. “Fuck, I want you,” he whispered near Shane’s ear, meaning it in every way possible. He moved one hand to reach for the front of Shane’s pants, groping blindly for the button.
Shane grunted softly and straightened up to look around for the first time. There was a bench there, one with lots of loops and straps for bondage play and while he didn't need any of that, he thought a bench could come in handy. It was padded leather so it was definitely more comfortable than standing up or doing it on the floor. "Been dying to fuck you all night," he breathed as he started steering Reza toward that new destination. They hadn't been here for too long but it felt like forever when he'd been hard since their little game on the swing. The people around them were either very lucky or very unlucky that his pants did a good job of containing his erection but he for one was very happy to get that pressure off as Reza got the zipper undone.
He shuffled along where Shane guided him, toward the bench, more than ready for a flat surface. Reza had gotten the privilege of climaxing since they’d gotten to the club, but it hadn’t seemed to do anything to dampen his desire. If anything it had made him greedy for even more of Shane. He leaned back against the bench as Shane peeled his pants and underwear off, his skin breathing a sigh of relief to finally all be free, his cock bobbing a bit as the muscle under it flexed. Before Shane could do much more to him, Reza slipped down to his knees between Shane and the bench, hooking his fingers into waistbands to get Shane just as bare as he was. He only got his pants down to thigh level before he just had to take the head of Shane’s cock between his lips for a moment, humming around the hot skin.
Shane let out a content little moan as Reza's mouth closed around his cock, hot and wet, his moan sending pleasant little vibrations along his skin. He wanted more, of course, he had lube in his pocket and he was so ready to use it but just having any kind of stimulation on his cock was pure heaven at the moment and he reached down to rub at the short hair at the back of Reza's neck, closing his eyes for a moment to just feel and enjoy what he was doing. He wasn't oblivious to the fact that they were at a sex club, that they could probably meet other people, have sex with other people, share and let loose and yet all he wanted was Reza to himself. It probably meant he was getting old or something and with Reza he didn't need to mess with condoms but that wasn't the only reason and it might have freaked him out more if he wasn't so drunk with arousal. He ran his tongue slowly along his bottom lip before biting on it, his moans coming out in little huffs. He was pretty sure he could break Reza's record from earlier if that game was still on.
The rest of the club and its occupants had ceased to exist to Reza. He knew from experience that he could find someone to sleep with in this type of place, but ever since he and Shane had started hooking up, Reza hadn’t even thought about fucking anybody else. Except in that vague gangbang fantasy sort of way, of course. He definitely didn’t want to be on his knees in front of another person right then. Reza slowly took Shane deeper, rubbing his tongue against the sensitive spot on the bottom of his cockhead. He got as deep as he could take Shane’s cock, swallowing around him while he held his breath, then pulled back to lick him in a couple of long strokes. Reza pushed his pants down the rest of the way and helped him get out of them. “You’re gonna feel so good inside me,” he murmured, looking up at Shane as he lightly teased at his cock with his lips.
When Reza pulled back, Shane opened his eyes to watch him, mesmerized by the way he toyed with his cock. He looked so damn beautiful in eyeliner, like some exotic prince or something that was probably racist but Shane sometimes had a hard time navigating what people thought was or wasn't offensive. To him, looking exotic wasn't a bad thing and that was how Reza looked now, his eyes darker than usual, his tan skin glistening oh so pretty in the dim purple light of the room. "This is good too," he groaned, cupping the side of Reza's face. "But I really want to fuck you."
However Shane was thinking of him, Reza couldn’t get enough of the way he was looking at him, like Reza just embodied every fantasy he’d ever had. That was how it felt, anyway, and it put delicious flutters into his stomach. He grinned a little, side-nuzzling against Shane’s hand. Reza planted a couple more soft kisses against Shane’s cock, then moved to stand up, slipping his arms loosely around him. He brushed their lips together in a tease, still smiling faintly. “Am I the only one you want to fuck?” Reza breathed to him, his hands running down to Shane’s hips to pull him in closer. Maybe it was a loaded question, but Reza just wanted to hear him say yes, even if it wasn’t true. He needed to be the only one, tonight.
Shane took his time answering, at least verbally. The answer was as loaded as the question but the way he was looking at Reza felt like he had already given it to him and it almost felt like defeat and yet he also felt like a winner as Reza pressed against him, as hard as he was, and just as eager for what was coming. "Yeah," he finally breathed, like a confession and that shouldn't be the answer, it didn't exactly feel right, but it did feel right and that was the only answer Shane had. It wasn't something he really wanted to think about either and he pushed Reza a step back toward the bench, keeping their bodies close as he moved with him. "You were supposed to be a one night stand," he faux complained, his hands slipping down to Reza's ass and while he couldn't physically get any closer, he could still pull at him. "What the fuck did you do to me?"
Reza just wanted to squirm, Shane’s hands on him felt so good. He still had high emotions running through him, and Shane’s ‘yeah’ made all of them feel even more riled up. He knew what kind of life Shane had been living when they’d met, knew that this whole quasi-relationship thing was new and probably scary to him, but he was still telling Reza the truth and it just turned him on even more. He let out a heavy breath and rocked his hips against Shane’s, rubbing their cocks together, his body hungry for friction and motion. Reza took his hands off of Shane to brace against the edge of the bench as he sat down on it and leaned back a bit. He wrapped his legs around Shane to keep him pulled in close. “I dunno, but I’m glad it worked,” he murmured, his hips still shifting restlessly. “‘Cause you’re the only one I want right now.”
He would have stayed a one night stand if he hadn't shown up at the club again because of work and if he hadn't given Shane another chance and if he hadn't looked so damn good and felt so damn good and now he knew Shane's secrets and Shane knew his and it was terrifying and sexy and awful and wonderful all at once. Shane could imagine what his life would be without Reza and if he'd never had him then he wouldn't have missed him because he wouldn't have known what he could have had. Now though, he was too far gone to lose him and that was the part that was the most terrifying about all of this. "Well, you got me," he told him, the air thick in his throat, his body starving for more of Reza. "All hundred and seventy dysfunctional pounds of me." He gave him a lopsided grin as placed his hands on either side of Reza's shoulders for balance.
It felt damn good to have something he’d pursued feel like it was working out, like Reza had known there was something between them worth investigating. Maybe it had mostly been lust in the beginning, but the kind of chemistry they had was rare, so he didn’t feel like that was anything to be ashamed of. Look at where it had brought them -- completely unable to get enough of each other, on this crazy adventure. Reza had never been so excited in so many ways in his life. He pushed himself up a little to touch his chest to Shane’s, dipping in to nuzzle and bite at his neck before he pulled back enough to kiss him. “You’re fucking perfect, for me,” he whispered in between kisses. Reza let out a soft groan, then added, “Where’s the lube? I need you, please ...”
"In the pants you removed," Shane teased him, like it was Reza's fault the lube was not at hand. He wiggled free of him and stepped back to pick up the pile of leather and it only took seconds before he found the small tube in the pocket. "Let me watch you stroke yourself," he murmured as he stepped back to the bench, resting one knee on the edge as he began slicking his cock up, watching Reza hungrily as he did so. God that touch alone felt so good and that was just his own hand, fucking Reza was going to blow his mind with how horny he was and while Reza didn't have that angry fire in his eyes anymore, Shane could still see it in his mind's eye, the way he looked at the fire top, how possessive he'd been. It was such a turn-on and Shane couldn't even begin to wonder why that was other than that Reza looked intensely hot when he was angry - at least when it wasn't Shane he was angry at.
Reza leaned back on one elbow as Shane moved away, keeping his legs splayed open because he knew it looked good and Shane would be back pretty quickly. He smiled faintly at the instruction and obeyed, reaching down to wrap his hand around his cock. He just squeezed and teased for a moment as he watched Shane get situated and pour some lube into his hand, his gaze just as hungry as the other man’s. Reza wet his lips as he started to slowly stroke himself, his eyes on the way Shane’s hand moved over his own cock. It almost made Reza want some lubrication of his own so both of them could just jerk off staring at each other, but there were much more delicious things to do. He was so ready to be full of Shane, to feel that intense desire in every push of his body against Reza’s. “M’so hard for you,” he murmured, pausing to squeeze a drop of precum out of the tip of his cock.
"Harder than I thought," Shane said with a little grin, referring more to Reza's fighting spirit than his cock at the moment. He gave himself a couple of strokes before stepping in closer to bring his slick fingers to Reza's body and while he didn't need a lot of prep, Shane wanted to play with him for a few seconds at least before he actually fucked him. "Hard and feisty," he added and leaned in over him to steal a kiss and rub his cock against Reza's thigh. It still made him feel all fired up, thinking about Reza fighting over him, feeling jealous or possessive or both, and it didn't make a whole lot of sense to him why that was so sexy to him in the moment but there it was. He could feel the tip of Reza's cock rub against his stomach as he kissed him, hot and slick like nothing else and he nudged Reza's hand away to grip it himself, wanting more control over his pleasure.
He didn’t think ‘feisty’ had ever been a word used to describe him, and it made Reza smile briefly. Shane could have easily gotten annoyed at him for stepping up against the fire top, especially since he’d seemed intrigued by the actual fire play that had been happening. If it had been just that, Reza thought he would’ve hung back more -- his ire came from how the top had approached Shane about it and tried to shut him out. Sure, he was a little drunk, but goddammit, Shane was his. Reza was earning him, every day. Nobody else was just going to slide in and bat their eyes and expect him to step aside, fuck that. Reza kissed him hungrily, moving his hand from his own cock to Shane’s as he pulled one knee up and braced his foot against the bench to give Shane room to play with his ass. He hadn’t been told to stroke Shane’s cock, so he just caressed it, relishing the sensation of hot smooth skin against his thigh. “I’m gonna fight for my man,” he mumbled in between kisses.
"Is that what I am?" Shane tittered breathlessly and nipped on Reza's bottom lip. "You've laid claim on me?" It wasn't really a question that required an answer, but asking it felt nearly as hot to Shane as hearing Reza say those words was. There was still a loud part of him that insisted he didn't belong to anyone, but that part was getting easier to ignore because Reza's jealousy was as addictive to him as the rest of him. Shane didn't think that was something they needed to talk about right now, not when he was doing distracting things to Reza with his fingers, his own cock aching under Reza's light touches. God, he should hate this, and maybe he would when he was sober and sated but right now it was like fire; hot and unpredictable, thrumming through him.
It had been kind of exhilarating to say, in probably the only moment it was safe to express just how possessive of Shane he actually felt, and the way he reacted to it was delicious. A rush of fresh arousal flooded through Reza and he gave a low moan, rocking his hips a bit. “Uh huh ... you’re mine, and I’m yours,” he whispered, arching his neck to kiss Shane deeper. He was starting to feel desperate for more, his body hungry for more closeness, more friction, more pressure and heat. As much as he felt possessive of Shane tonight, he also felt possessed, and he wanted Shane to feel it too. He’d fallen into this fast and hard, but every part of him wanted to belong to Shane. Reza slid his hand further down the shaft of Shane’s cock, fingertips lightly tracing veins before they teased at his balls.
Shane wasn't going to argue with that, not when with how near-feverish his body felt with the need for release. He wasn't even sure why he would argue with it at all, right now it was just hot and it rang true with how possessive he felt. Impatience rolled over him in waves and much like Reza he couldn't wait much longer so he didn't. He pulled his fingers out, shifted his hips and gave himself one more stroke with slick fingers before aligning himself against Reza. He kissed him hungrily as he pushed inside, the heat and tightness completely short circuiting his brain for a few seconds before he had the sense to slip his arms under Reza's thighs to raise them for better access. Sucking him with an audience earlier had been insanely hot but it didn't hold a candle to how fucking him felt and that was better without other people around.
Besides the usual lustful joy that came whenever Shane entered him, Reza felt a rush of fierce victory -- this had been what that fire top had wanted, to fuck Shane, and he would never get to feel this. He clutched at the back of Shane’s neck and one of his arms, shifting around a bit to adjust to having his legs pushed back, and relaxing into the hotly intense pressure from Shane’s cock. It was already hard to get enough air, and he had to break the kiss to gasp in a breath. He was glad he’d opted for a private room, he didn’t think he could’ve enjoyed this thoroughly enough while worrying about an audience. It was just theirs, at least for tonight. Reza rolled his hips with a low groan in his throat, his lips seeking out Shane’s again as his body relaxed a bit around that delicious fullness.
This had been worth the wait. Shane moaned quietly into the kiss as he rolled his hips and pressed in deep, letting himself get lost in the sensations and Reza's body. 'You're mine and I'm yours' echoed in his mind and it should have been terrifying but the possessive part of him that Reza seemed to have awakened was reeling at the idea of Reza belonging to him, of him being his. It flew right in the face of everything he believed about himself and other people but that sounded about right with how Reza had turned his world upside down. Shane straightened up a little to look at him and watching him just made it feel all the more right, yeah he was Shane's and he had no interest whatsoever in giving him up. "You are fucking dangerous," he drawled, ducking his head to kiss Reza's thigh.
Reza almost tried to cling to him when Shane straightened up, feeling so greedy for as much of him as he could get. But he also loved having Shane’s eyes on them while they were fucking, and that hazy look on his face was so damn delicious. Reza arched his back a bit, feeling on display as he reached down to run his fingers down Shane’s chest and stomach. His hardon was aching to be stroked, but he wasn’t ready for that yet ... nor had he been given permission. Shane’s words made him smile, and it felt sly and catlike on his face. “And you fucking love it,” he murmured, letting his fingers ghost down over his cock. It was kind of hilarious that Shane accused him of being dangerous when he’d upended Reza’s life and dragged him into some crazy stuff. Not to mention his fire.
Shane would argue that he had done none of those things and that he meant to make Reza leave before it got too hot in the kitchen, so to speak. That argument was getting weaker with every day though and he wasn't sure what his intentions had been anymore, just that he'd wanted Reza with him for whatever reason it might have been. He wouldn't argue with the fact that he did love this though, grinning back at Reza, his amused expression slowly melting away as he moved and took in the stimulation he'd been craving for far too long tonight. It was hard to focus on much else than the way Reza felt and looked and Shane gradually moved one hand down to stroke his cock because god damn did he love that cock. He'd told Reza it was beautiful and he'd meant it, it was just perfect when it was hard.
He was happy to just let go and allow himself to be carried away by the sensations in his body, his eyes locked on Shane’s whenever he could keep them open. Reza had already started to moan and arch, unable to keep himself still through all the pleasure. He made a louder sound and rocked his hips upward off the bench when he felt Shane’s hand wrap around him. His cock flexed against Shane’s palm as those first few strokes sent stronger waves of pleasure through him. Reza let out a few soft curses, and he felt the way they carried on the air louder than normal. His magic was starting to slip again, his control loosening up as he slid deeper into the moment. Since Shane was stroking him himself, Reza reached both hands up to grip the upper edge of the bench, rolling his hips along with Shane’s thrusts and moaning more freely.
Shane could feel the sounds, which was a good reminder of why an audience would have not been nearly as fun. It was better when Reza could relax completely into it and fully let go. Shane couldn't help but kind of feel sorry for the chumps outside missing the show though, he looked delectable, the way his body stretched out before Shane and the way the precum glistened on the tip of his cock, fuck it was a work of art if Shane ever saw one. He drank it all in, the vibrations tickling his skin in that way he had come to love so much. Who needed a third person in the room when Reza kept touching him even when his hands were otherwise occupied. Shane wanted to touch him more than he was physically capable of doing, wanted to touch every inch of him, run his fingers over those taut muscles, cup his blissed out face, run his fingers through his hair, all at once and without letting go of his cock. He let his eyes do what his hands couldn't, even if they felt a little unfocused the more he got lost in his rhythm, his gaze darting over Reza's lithe body, so familiar to him by now and yet still so exotic and curious in so many ways.
The sound waves felt good to Reza too, his extra-sensitive skin buzzing with them like they were electrified. He wished he could send his consciousness out with them, that he could fill the room with himself and slide against every inch of Shane’s body at once, exploring all the shapes and crevices and the spot where their bodies joined together. It made him feel even more heady to think about, the rush that always came from using his magic like this making him dizzy in the best sort of way. Shane’s hand didn’t hurt matters, drawing intense pleasure out of his aching cock while he writhed on the bench, his breathing heavy and loud in the room in between the groans. Reza’s eyes had rolled shut for a few moments, and he forced them back open to look hazily up at Shane, his face painted purple from the dim lighting in the room, but still gorgeous. His hand twisted in a way that made Reza shudder and gasp, and he felt himself getting close to the edge. “Fuck, just like that,” he breathed. “Please don’t stop ...”
Stopping was the farthest thing from Shane's mind and he wasn't worried about coming too soon, he'd just keep going if he did. It had worked for him just fine so far and it was even better with Reza when there was no condom involved. "Just like that?" he breathed and he could practically feel Reza's orgasm start bubbling up to the surface, like a heavy vibration coming from his core, spilling out into his limbs and making him squeeze Shane's cock more tightly. Shane couldn't get enough of that feeling, just like he didn't seem to get enough of anything Reza did and he kept himself in check as he focused on Reza's pleasure for now. It was easier said than done, his own body felt so worked up and so did his mind, reeling with sultry thoughts and feelings as his body teetered on the edge.
Reza whined some positive sound, his ability to form coherent words completely dissolved. All he could do was feel the way Shane’s cock thrust into him, filling him up over and over while he worked Reza’s cock in that perfect quick rhythm. Being fucked by Shane was always incredible, but the build up of the entire evening made everything feel even more intense than usual. Reza’s balls were high and tight and positively aching for relief. His eyes rolled closed again, every muscle getting tighter as Shane wound him higher and higher. Reza went rigid for a moment as he finally peaked, his back arching up off the bench as his breathing stopped for a moment and his cock jerked in Shane’s hand. His body throbbed hard and he bucked his hips a bit as the waves of pleasure rolled through him, dissolving into shudders as he let out a low cry.
Shane forced himself to hold back even through that, feeling his cock twitch in his grip, watching with fascination as cum painted his tanned skin with milky white cum that almost looked glow in the dark in that lighting. "Fuck," he groaned in appreciation, giving Reza's cockhead a little rub before letting up and starting to focus on his own pleasure. He picked up his speed again, letting go of Reza to balance his weight with his hands on the bench so he could lean over him more, first licking the salty cum off his stomach, then stretching up to kiss him. "I wouldn't have fucked that guy," he said breathlessly. "Even if you weren't here I wouldn't have fucked him. He doesn't hold a candle to you."
There was always a period where Reza felt kind of like a sexy rag doll, when Shane continued to fuck him after he’d come. Limp and relaxed and brainless, but still used and full of pleasure. Gods, it was good. He never wanted it to end, even if it made him sore sometimes. Reza gave a low helpless moan at the feel of Shane’s tongue on his skin, cleaning up the mess he’d made. Shane’s words were louder to him with his magic still vibrating in the room, and they gave Reza a physical throb deep inside. He didn’t know for certain if that was the truth, but fuck if it didn’t sound perfect to him in the moment. He whimpered and kissed Shane hungrily, tasting himself on his tongue and loving it. “Nobody compares to you,” he whispered against Shane’s lips. “No candles. A fucking bonfire.” Reza hardly knew what he was saying, he was so pleasure drunk, but it made sense to him.
"A wildfire," Shane corrected him in a low drawl and it brought to mind just how doped up he felt on the few occasions he'd really been surrounded by a big fire. Sometimes Reza made him feel that exact same way so was it any wonder he was hooked on him? "I don't feel in control with you at all." It was getting harder to form words and he let those be his last for now, dropping his forehead to Reza's shoulder and letting himself get lost in the sensations of fucking him. He didn't want to stop, just wanted to keep going for hours, to completely lose himself in Reza and this strange room with its low thrumming music and Reza's magic humming in the air. He felt like he could have too, at this point, but Reza had come and Shane wasn't feeling sadistic enough to push his limit tonight so he let the pleasure build and build until it all but consumed him and his moans got caught in this throat. After that it was just bliss for a few seconds, his body rippling with tension and his mind going blank until it was over. He was breathing hard, brushing his lips against Reza's warm skin and shuddering in the aftershocks.
An out of control wildfire, blazing through everything in Reza’s life, that sounded about right. But instead of fleeing from it like a terrified little forest creature, he was embracing it, letting it wash over him and bring change. He kind of loved that Shane felt out of control with him, because Reza definitely felt the same, and it was more balanced if neither of them were in control. Whatever they ended up calling this thing between them, they were past the point of turning it off, both just along for the ride now. Reza draped his arms loosely over Shane while he thrust his way to completion, still shivering with his own aftershocks as Shane’s cock drew every last ounce of pleasure out of him. Then he was coming and Reza relished those last few pumps, groaning softly along with him. He carded his fingers through Shane’s sweaty hair and dipped his head so he could catch his lips in a brief, breathless kiss. “My wildfire,” he mumbled, the words slipping out without much thought.
Shane immediately stole another kiss, deepening it for a couple of seconds before he had to pull back to catch his breath. He felt sated, energized and exhausted all at the same time and Reza's words felt like the fire inside of him. He was well past the point of being able to deny that he was absolutely hooked, a junkie for everything Reza had to give him. Reza knew what he was, he saw him - the real him - and he didn't run away even when he probably should. Shane just knew that he would be so alone without him now and not in the way he'd always been alone. It had never bothered him before, but it would now because he knew what he'd be missing. It was terrifying, more terrifying than being known could ever be and he pushed his face up against Reza's neck, breathing him in a little unsteadily. "Kinda feels like you're the wildfire."
That’s what love feels like. The thought flashed through Reza’s brain but he still had the presence of mind not to say it out loud. Shane wasn’t the only one with fears of abandonment tucked away alongside all of this. Reza didn’t want to lose him either, even though he came with lots of weird and scary baggage. Something inside of Reza was convinced he was worth the work and the risk. Maybe that was love too. Fuck, who really knew? Reza just knew the feelings were powerful, and he wanted to see them through, wherever they led. “We’ll just burn on together,” he murmured, hugging Shane tighter. Reza just breathed with him for another couple of moments, then let go to nudge him a bit. His hips were tired from holding his legs up and he wanted to sit up and wipe off. “Let’s get out of here,” he murmured.
Shane slowly did as he was asked, pulling out and backing up until he could stand. He stretched, let out a content sigh and then gave Reza a dopey little grin. "Did I already tell you how hot you look when you come?" he asked, pretty sure he had, probably often, but it was worth stating again. He didn't think he could get sick of it which kind of felt like some weird hyperfixation. He should be bored by now, it hadn't just been weeks, it had been months by now and if anything he just felt more and more hooked on Reza. He looked around, pleased to see that the club provided as much as was promised with tissues within reach. He grabbed those and offered some to Reza.
Reza reached for the offered tissues and chuckled a bit as he started wiping the lube and cum off of himself. It was an undignified process that he preferred to do in a shower immediately, but one had to work with what one had. “I think the real question is, do I ever get tired of hearing it?” he murmured. “And the answer is no.” Once he was clean enough, Reza tossed the tissues and found his clothes to pull back on. His body was tired now, sated and lazy-feeling, like he just wanted to stretch out somewhere soft and lounge for a while. Preferably at the hotel, but he wasn’t going to argue if Shane wanted to stay out a while longer -- this was an opportunity to be more Out than they could in Point Pleasant, after all. Reza tugged his underwear and his pants back on, some dirty part of him a little happy at the idea of walking around with plenty of Shane’s cum still inside of him.
Shane finished cleaning up before Reza, a quicker job for him, so he tidied up after them though probably not as well as if he had been sober. Once they were both dressed he pulled Reza closer for a kiss, loving the way his body felt against him and wondering if he was going to actually form some weird attachment to this sheer shirt he was wearing because gods it looked so good on him. For someone who always changed things on the regular this felt more than a little disorienting but in a good way so he wasn't going to complain, at least not yet. "You wanna get a drink at the bar before we go?" he asked, gripping Reza's ass and thinking much the same as Reza that they were both filthy and sexed up and it was fucking amazing. He wasn't quite ready to go yet, feeling like he still needed to soak up more of the night life before they went back to Point Pleasant and all the bullshit that entailed.
It always felt good to be held against Shane’s body, and Reza slipped his hands under Shane’s jacket to touch the skin of his back while they kissed. The question didn’t surprise him, and he half-smiled at the sense of familiarity he got, like he already knew Shane so well. Maybe he did. They’d been spending an intensive amount of time together. It was such a trial-by-fire relationship -- no pun intended -- and he did feel like he knew a lot of Shane’s preferences and quirks by now. Of course he wanted to drink and enjoy the club some more. Reza just hoped that fire top wasn’t still around to be an asshole. “Sure,” he answered, opening his eyes to smile at Shane. Reza kissed him one more time, then pulled away to take his hand so they could leave this purple little sanctum and get back to being hot and sociable while they could.