Shane felt like he was drifting, this was better than meditation and he didn't remember ever feeling quite like this before, at least not without drugs being involved. Words kept flowing through his mind, wanting to be said but then rolling away just as easily, like waves in water. He didn't want to speak, like the silence was too rich to ruin with words and he didn't want to miss any of Reza's moans or the sound of his quickening breath. He moaned too when Reza touched him like that, melting into it with some new emotions mixed to his arousal. It felt so fucking good, like there was a button right there on his neck, filling him with deep need and satisfaction all at once. He licked at Reza's ear, his own breathing now as loud and fast as his heartbeat, and yet he kept up the near torturous slow pace as he fucked him.
The speed was perfect and frustrating all at the same time, slowly twisting the needy knot inside of Reza tighter. Shane’s moans so close to his sensitive ear sent waves of tingles down his body, his skin rising up in goosebumps. His entire body was starting to feel taut and needy, the restlessness obvious in the rock of his hips. His cock was still cradled in Shane’s hand, and the light friction from rubbing against his palm was starting to drive him mad in the best sort of way. Reza’s moans gradually started to sound hungrier, more desperate. He felt like he could probably come like this, but it would be a long, squirmy road to get there. “More,” he breathed finally, pushing his head against Shane’s, still gripping his neck. “Please, Shane.”
Every time Reza begged for anything it just made Shane want to tie him up and edge him because fuck he loved the way he sounded when he was a little desperate. He'd learned his lesson not to do that without discussion first but dreaming was free and the idea was delicious as it played through his mind. He let out a breathy little laugh, more delighted than amused, then bit Reza's shoulder and tightened his grip on his cock. "Harder?" he murmured into the bite, already rocking his hips faster little by little, his body already tensing up in preparation to change positions to really give it to Reza hard - if he was ready for that.
Just the increase in speed and pressure around his cock made Reza’s body feel electrified, fresh spikes of pleasure shooting through him. Fuck, it was so, so good, and he was dying for more of it. The bite to his shoulder wasn’t hard but it still made him gasp, and his fingers briefly gripped the back of Shane’s hair before he took his hand back to brace himself against the mattress. “Yes, harder,” he panted, the words sounding even more desperate than before. They’d basked in the slow burn for long enough, his body was demanding more friction, more motion, more of Shane fucking him deep and hard and possessive.
Shane wasted no more time, pushing himself up to his knees and pulling Reza with him, not wanting to break the contact between them too much and sure as hell not wanting to slip out of him. Reza was easy to maneuver and Shane had always liked just how light and thin he was compared to Shane, even if they were the same height. He let go of his cock to clutch him by the hips and braced himself to give it to him hard, leaning over him to keep that sweet skin to skin sensation going, as much as possible. He didn't often fuck him like this - on his knees - but there was something sweetly primal and dominant about it so he thought maybe he should do it more often. "Stroke yourself," he groaned against Reza's skin. "I want to feel you squirm."