Shane was glad he wasn't trying to last through Reza's orgasm because he wasn't so sure if he could have with the intensity of it and the way Reza sounded didn't exactly make it easier. He didn't go still just yet though, indulging in a few long strokes as his own body shuddered, loud moans forcing their way from his throat. Somewhere in the haze of it he thought he wanted to start every day like this - and end every night like this as well - no matter how unrealistic it might be. The thought tickled him and he draped himself over Reza again, kissing his back as he pumped his hips a couple of more times to finish. "Fuck," he whispered. "You were so good for me." He loosened his grip on Reza's hip, smoothing his hand down to where his hand was to run his fingers through the slick. "Not a bad way to wake up, huh?"
Shane’s orgasm only enhanced Reza’s, and he gave a few more helpless groans as he soaked in all the pleasure. His boyfriend’s body felt heavy against his back, but in a good way. If Reza had been in any position to move, he would’ve been happy to just flop down onto his stomach to let Shane lay on him. The light touch against his dick made him shiver a bit and he grunted softly. “Had worse, for sure,” he mumbled. His hips were eager to relax now, so Reza patted Shane’s arm before he started to move, nudging the other man off of him until he could pull away and stretch out onto the mattress with a low moan. “Bad thing is, I just want to go back to sleep now.”
"You'll feel better after a shower," Shane tittered, but he still had no idea what time it was so maybe sleeping more wasn't that far fetched an idea. He flopped down on his back next to Reza, reaching out to rest his hand on him as he closed his eyes and let his breathing calm down. "We've got all day, we can do whatever the hell we want. So if you wanna sleep, we can sleep." He didn't think he could sleep so maybe he'd shower and hit the hotel gym if Reza wanted to stay in bed. Not yet though, for now he was content to lie there and be sticky, idly stroking Reza's skin and watching him with half-lidded eyes.
Reza’s lips curled upward as his eyes closed and he drank in Shane’s voice near his ear while his body relaxed. ‘We can do whatever the hell we want.’ If that wasn’t Shane’s life philosophy boiled down, Reza didn’t know what was. He didn’t know how sustainable it was, but Shane had obviously been getting by for this long, and Reza was sure as hell enjoying the ride, being caught up in his orbit. He knew this thing between them now had the power to break his heart -- or get him killed, but that felt like a different angle entirely -- and maybe that should make him nervous, because Shane was a heartbreaker if he’d ever met one. But it didn’t. Reza turned his head and barely opened his own eyes to look back over at him, lazily moving one hand to lightly brush Shane’s stubbled jaw. “Let’s shower and get some coffee,” he murmured, his thoughts obviously elsewhere. Telling Shane he loved him would be a dumbass thing to do, but the words were still there on his tongue.
Shane wasn't oblivious to the fact that there was something unsaid between them but he didn't want to look at it too closely. Not yet. Reza wasn't just another hot guy he enjoyed fucking, they were obviously way past that now, but that closeness was still terrifying to him if he let himself examine it. No, drifting along with it the way he did most things was far easier so he let that moment pass, watching Reza with a warm little smile before he moved to sit up. "And breakfast," he murmured. "I spend a lot of energy with you." He patted Reza's ass gently, obviously not complaining about that part. "Then we can look up some good hair salons."