Reza moved with him, a little regretful that they couldn’t stay quite so pressed together, but his body had other, more urgent needs at the moment. A moment later he felt Shane’s warm skin against his back again, and Reza pushed up against him, braced on one hand while his other moved to do what he was told. Reza gave a helpless moan as he gripped his cock and started to stroke it, the pleasure making his hips buck between Shane’s hands. They didn’t do this often, mostly because they liked to stare at each other, but having Shane’s weight pressing down on his back was possessive and erotic in a way he didn’t currently have the words for. Reza half-groaned his name, his eyes closed now and brow tense with concentration.
Shane just loved hearing his name in that voice, strained and needy, but most of all because it was Reza's voice and ever from the start, Shane had felt drawn in by it. His voice could soothe and rile Shane up without any real detectable difference in tone. He wanted more of it, wanted Reza to come close to losing control, to feel his voice on his skin, vibrating against him like a physical touch. It usually happened when they'd been drinking and the vibe was completely different this morning so he didn't really expect it to happen and making Reza moan was enough for him so that was what he focused on doing, grinding his hips just so, pushing it at an angle he knew was good, reveling in every little twitch of Reza's body as he thrust into him harder, just like he'd wanted.
His mind wasn’t on anything but how good Shane felt behind and inside of him, but Reza didn’t feel out of control enough to lose his grip on his magic. He could always amp it up, but at the moment all he knew was pleasure. Shane was fucking him harder, scratching that itch that had built up for More, and Reza was happily lost in it, his hand still working his cock in stops and starts. The internal feelings kept overwhelming the external ones, and Reza could feel himself getting closer to tipping over the edge. He couldn’t keep still, bucking back against Shane’s thrusts to get him as deep as he could. Reza let his upper body fall lower toward the bed, forehead pressed against his arm as he stroked his cock with more purpose. “Fuck, don’t stop,” he breathed desperately to Shane. “I’m gonna come ...”
Shane did love seeing Reza's face, especially when he was close to orgasm, but he loved this view too; Reza's slender back stretched out before him, muscles taut as he moved with and against him. When he straightened up for leverage he had a good view of his cock stretching him open, an intensely hot and satisfying sight. "You take me so well," he groaned, letting one hand slip down to Reza's ass to grip him tightly after a light smack. "Let me feel you come. I'm gonna fill you up so good, you're being so good for me." The words came out like a stream of consciousness and his eyes had drifted closed as he ramped up his speed, feeling his own orgasm start blooming in his core, his balls tight with it, so close.
It was too much to bear, in the best sort of way, the delicious filthy compliments mixing with the rising tide of pleasure until Reza was drowning in it. He was being good, he’d woken up ready and willing to take Shane’s cock like a good boy and this was his reward. It made him feel sexy as hell, owned and special at the same time, all Shane’s to do with what he pleased. Reza’s panting breaths sped up until they caught in a low cry as his orgasm burst through him. His body jerked and arched, everything taut and trembling while his hand still worked frantically over his cock. Shane’s unrelenting thrusts just made everything more intense, and Reza felt like he came for ages.