byflame (byflame) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2021-11-15 02:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | #june 2018, reza, reza x shane, shane |
Who: Reza & Shane
Where: Overlook
When: Friday morning, after Zania's fire party 6/22
Warning: NSFW
Two parties back to back just a day after overdosing might not have sounded like a great idea, but it had been exactly what Shane had needed. There was nothing hardcore about either of those events, just weed and alcohol - and tonight, a whole lot of magic. It had been pretty wild that even he - without a trace of magical abilities - had felt the change in the air when the witches did their ritual and in some ways it reminded him of how it felt to be in Dragonfly, a heady feeling of calm and safety. It was giving him back a zest for life that had been dampened a bit by that awful Monday, slowly scrubbing him clean of the gross feelings being in a hospital had brought up.
Watching Reza work with other witches had been nothing short of amazing. He so often felt like he needed to protect Reza, but time and time again Reza showed him he could take care of himself. It was sexy as hell and a little sobering in a way. Shane had never been around so many of his own equals before.
He was pleasantly high and tipsy when they returned to Overlook late in the night, nothing over the top, just dreamlike and sweet, making everything softer. As they headed inside from the garage, Shane grabbed Reza's arm and tugged him closer, wrapping his arms around him and slowly swaying, like they were almost dancing. "Are you tired?" he asked, a glint in his eye that said he had a reason for asking.
Toby’s birthday had been fun in one way, and the bonfire had been fun in a completely different way for Reza. He felt at home both in a nice bar and in a witch’s enchanted backyard, but they were home to different parts of him. At least that was how it had always felt -- this place seemed to be merging those parts, like he was finding the thread to stitch everything together. Maybe that thread was Point Pleasant. He’d thought more than once over the course of the evening about how people kept telling him it was a hard place to leave ... as the four of them had called on their elements to work magic together, Reza thought he really understood why.
It was good to be home though, alone with Shane, feeling buzzy and magically charged up and so good. Grinning, Reza swayed with him and draped his arms over Shane’s broad shoulders. “Not at all,” he murmured back, well aware of why Shane was asking. “Are you?”
Shane shook his head with a telling grin. "Do you trust me?" he asked and he felt too good to really go into a spiral about how that wasn't the best question to ask after everything that had happened, he was thinking specifically in bed and he felt like that showed. "I want to tie you up," he added in a whisper, rubbing his nose against Reza's cheek and breathing him in. He felt like he could feel all that magic of the night sparking off him, hell he felt like it was clinging to him too, everything had been mellow and sweet but in a crazy way that felt better than any high he'd chased. "I won't leave you hanging, I've got a treat for you."
Reza had to titter at his choice of words. “You’d better not leave me literally hanging, I dunno if I feel like being suspended tonight,” he murmured, that grin stuck to his face. All of that sounded like too much hassle for the night, but some simple bondage ... the excited tingle in Reza’s groin gave him all the answer he needed. “I trust you,” he added softly, turning his head slightly to catch Shane’s lips with his own. He meant it too. When it came to sex, Reza didn’t doubt anything about Shane for even a second. Hard drugs, maybe not, but that wasn’t what they were talking about. “I’m all yours.”
Shane smiled into the kiss, warmth spreading through him. Reza had no reason to truly trust him, but this was enough and the words made him feel that sweet possessive streak growing inside of him. Reza was his and he wasn't leaving him and he trusted him. "C'mon," he murmured. "Get naked and on the bed, master bedroom. I'll bring us some water and... You want anything else?" He wanted to pamper him and that didn't just involve sex, making sure he was safe and comfortable and hydrated was part of the package too and Shane had a feeling they'd be thirsty before too long.
“Don’t think so,” Reza told him, still smiling as they let go of each other. He wasn’t hungry, he was still high from Gabriel’s weed and the ritual magic, and he couldn’t think of anything he wanted besides Shane himself. Reza gave him a playful smack on the ass and turned to head for the stairs. “Don’t take too long,” he sing-songed over his shoulder. As soon as he’d rounded the corner, Reza started to hurry, wanting to be naked and in position before Shane made it up to the bedroom. He started stripping off clothes as soon as he got to the hallway, leaving a little trail for Shane to follow. Reza popped into the master bathroom to quickly pee and freshen up, then climbed into bed and propped himself up against some pillows, his heart beating hard in anticipation.
Shane didn't dawdle and he tittered to himself at the little trail Reza left him as it made it all the more exciting to get in there with him. He kicked the door shut behind him, his gaze fixed on Reza's gorgeous body as he walked around the bed to put the bottles of water down on the nightstand. "Be right back," he told him and resisted the urge to crawl up on the bed right away for kisses and touching - knowing full well it'd be harder to leave if he did. He wanted to freshen up too and that didn't take long, thankfully. He returned just minutes later and grabbed a couple of his nicer ties from the closet, things he so rarely used but liked having. He pulled at them and snapped them a bit as he walked to the bed, giving Reza a suggestive look. "I've been wanting to do this for a while," he admitted. "Tie you up. I just never need to, you're so well behaved." And gorgeous. God damn but he was gorgeous with his bedroom eyes and his relaxed posture, his cock half hard and oh so tempting.
While Shane made use of the bathroom, Reza tried to arrange himself in a casual-yet-sexy position -- something that always seemed paradoxically easier when he wasn’t trying to do it. He didn’t have to fluff himself very much, just the anticipation was pushing blood into his cock, but Reza did give it a few strokes just to tease. A coy smile crossed his face as he watched Shane play with the ties, his stomach getting more fluttery. “I can sass you more if you want me to,” he suggested playfully. “Wrestle back or something, make it a challenge.” Reza tittered a bit and reached for Shane as soon as he was close enough, wanting to be kissed and feel those hands on his skin. Shane still had too many clothes on for his liking, but it obviously wasn’t Reza’s night to call the shots and he was okay with that, excited to see what Shane was going to do with him.
Shane laughed and maybe some other time that might be fun but tonight he was feeling too mellow for that kind of game so he shook his head as leaned in to kiss Reza. "I want you to be good tonight, think you can do that?" he murmured teasingly as he nipped lightly on Reza's bottom lip and reached for his hands, gently guiding them in front of him so he could tie them together. It was hard to believe he'd never tied him up before, there'd been plenty of opportunities for it, he just never felt like he needed anything extra with Reza, they usually just went with the flow and sometimes it didn't feel like they had much choice in the matter, carried away with it, overwhelmed in the best of ways.
Reza felt melty inside at the kiss and nibble, and he obediently let Shane tie his hands together in front of him. He hadn’t been bound by a lover in quite a while, now that he was thinking about it. A lot of men he’d slept with hadn’t earned that level of trust out of him, but Reza trusted Shane implicitly. Maybe that was still crazy of him, but by this point he was in this relationship with everything he had. “I’ll be good,” he murmured back, his tone kind of dreamy as that pressure around his wrists shifted something inside of him. “Whatever kind of good you want.” Reza’s cock was getting harder, and he shifted his hips a bit on the bed.
"I like that," Shane all but purred at him and the words sent a happy little rush through him, part possessive and part something else he didn't really want to define, but it was soft and warm and a little too big for his chest. He kissed Reza again before straightening up and peeling his shirt off. He wasn't done with the tying up but that was okay, he wanted to get at least halfway naked before he fastened Reza's hands to the headboard. It gave him a good view of Reza again and he looked down at his cock with open admiration and a slightly new perspective. It had been a long time since he bottomed for anyone and it felt special somehow, nevermind that he'd been with a lot of guys already, so many he'd lost count a long time ago, but this was different, he was altering their dynamic just a little, now that he knew that Reza was into it. He had a moment of doubt where he wasn't sure if this should be a surprise to Reza, but it felt sexy so it was easily dismissed so he just gave him a little show as he stripped down to his briefs, grinning lazily at his 'captive'.
There wasn’t much Reza could do but sit and stare, and he was happy to do so. It was always a treat to watch Shane undress, especially in this sort of context, where the stripping was for him. Reza let his head fall back against the headboard, his gaze crawling over Shane’s exposed skin with open admiration. He’d been with attractive men before in his life, but he was more and more sure that Shane was the hottest by far. It wasn’t just his face and body either, it was everything about him -- Reza was drawn even to the fucked up parts. Maybe that made him somewhat fucked up, but wasn’t everybody, to some degree? He only cared that they felt good together and they were good for each other. Unaware of what Shane had planned for him tonight, he let his bound hands toy with his cock, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth as he gazed at his man.
Shane left his briefs on and crawled back onto bed, straddling Reza's lap to finish his little bondage work. It wasn't anything Reza couldn't get out of himself, it might take a little effort but it was doable, Shane wasn't really into the idea of leaving him helpless if something came up and he had no idea if he'd learned any spells to free himself of chains - or if such spells existed. Right now it was all just glamour, a reminder to keep his hands to himself, a little something for him to tug on. It was nicely intimate to take a moment to do this and he enjoyed the closeness to Reza, feeling his breath on his chest as he leaned over him, focusing on his hands instead of the rest of his body even if it was just for a few minutes, delicate long fingers curled and relaxed as he worked. There was something about it that made him feel stupidly good and he stretched a little to press a tiny kiss on those fingers, smiling contently as he leaned back, all done. "Got you where I want you now," he murmured and it was undeniably tempting to shuffle forward and slip his cock into Reza's mouth. That would make him want to fuck him though and tonight wasn't about that so Shane held back. Maybe Reza would want to get fucked after, but he'd be more than happy to come on his dick either way.
It was a nice moment for Reza too, with Shane’s long lean body hovering so close to his face. He didn’t resist any of the bindings, just arched his neck up to plant a few kisses against Shane’s skin while he could reach it. He trusted everything about this, felt completely relaxed being nude and tied up with his man. Reza gazed up at Shane as he sat back, a little smile playing on his lips. He could imagine himself through Shane’s eyes, and he was sure that it all looked pretty damn delicious. Reza could certainly see the effect it was having on Shane, the front of his briefs bulging with arousal. He was expecting to be fed Shane’s cock more than anything else, since he was still kneeling so high on Reza’s torso, and Reza made a show of slowly licking his lips. “And what do you want to do with me?” he asked in a husky murmur.
"Oh I'm thinking about using you," Shane said with a delighted grin and watching Reza's tongue slide against his lips, leaving wetness in its wake, definitely made him want to slip his cock in there, even if it was just for a few seconds. He scooted back instead and slipped off his briefs, before reaching for the lube which was always close by - he had learned his lesson by now. "You gave me an idea," he murmured as he straddled Reza again, aligning their cocks together and dribbling lube down over them before stroking them together. That was another thing he knew he could get off on doing but that was for a lazy night when neither of them felt like getting fucked, this was just a warmup. Still, he loved the way it felt to rub his cock along Reza's, to press them together in his hand and feel it respond to him. "I wanna know what you feel like."
Reza watched Shane strip the rest of the way with heavy-lidded eyes, tingling with anticipation as he settled again over Reza’s thighs. The cold lube made him twitch, but Shane’s hand and cock were there a second later, both warming his sensitive skin. The delicious stroking and rubbing sensations were distracting enough that he didn’t understand for a moment -- what he felt like? Shane knew what every part of him felt like by now, didn’t he? Then his meaning came to Reza in a flash and his eyes ticked up to Shane’s face, surprise and arousal both in his expression. “You’re gonna ride me?” he asked in a low murmur, though he more or less knew the answer now. It struck him as kind of funny that Shane only wanted to bottom for him while Reza was tied up and helpless. Funny and sexy as hell, honestly. Reza’s hips flexed up a bit, pushing against Shane’s cock with renewed hunger.
Shane didn't need to ask if that was what Reza wanted, his face told him all about it and he grinned back at Reza, still moving his hand slowly along their cocks. "As a treat," he teased and released his grip on their cocks before scooting forward a bit and leaning down to kiss Reza. "You've been so good." This wasn't a reward or an apology, Reza was right that he knew what he felt like in every way - except this one and Reza was the first guy in years he felt like he needed to change that with. "If you don't make me come before you do, I'm fucking you," he murmured against his lips as he slowly rubbed his ass against his cock. It was both a threat and a promise, he knew Reza didn't hate getting fucked after he climaxed, he was such a sensual man that the pleasure could really go on and on without issues.
He’d never really played with Shane’s ass during sex, it had never come up as something Shane wanted, but Reza was happy to find this new possible dimension to their love life. The heat of Shane’s ass against his cock felt tantalizingly good, and Reza let out a soft moan into the kiss. Whenever he’d topped in the past, he’d been in more control, had his hands free, been able to pace things himself more ... there was something so hot about not having any of those things now. Shane was always so confident and assertive in bed, of course he would be so with this too, and Reza found it wildly arousing. “Sounds like a win-win to me,” he mumbled, a faint grin crossing his face. He nibbled at Shane’s bottom lip and rocked his hips up against his body, his cock needy for heat and friction. “I’ll try, I want to be good and make you come.”
"I know you do," Shane murmured softly and it came out like praise for his good boy, even if he didn't use those words exactly. He rubbed himself against Reza's cock for a few long seconds, then reached back to guide him into place, taking his time to let it sink in. He'd always been a natural at this, never quite understood why some people struggled with it until that one time he was with someone who was just way too big, but Reza's was just right, filling him up and pressing against parts of him that hadn't been touched in a long time. He tugged on his bottom lip with his teeth, gaze fixed on Reza's eyes as he took him in deeper, giving him a show and feeling himself get a little hazier with pleasure. Oh yes, this was a good idea. Shane had a lot of good memories of getting fucked along with some bad ones but this felt new and different because it was Reza and because it had been forever since he last did this. It was almost like all those times hadn't really been him at all, such distant and abstract memories. "That feels so good," he murmured as he rolled his hips for more friction, leaning down over Reza again and bracing his hands against the mattress on either side of his head. "You like that?"
Obviously, Reza hadn’t fucked anyone in quite a while -- even before Shane, it had been several months since he’d had the opportunity. He’d gotten enough blowjobs that he didn’t feel deprived of the sensation of something hot and slick around his cock, but a mouth was so much different than an ass. Feeling Shane’s body open and stretch for him was intensely good, and Reza stared right back up at him as the pleasure played out on his face. His fingers curled into fists and he put some pressure against the bindings, not to get away but just to enhance the squirmy feeling in his gut. And god did Shane look gorgeous above him, that sexy dopey look taking him over too. “Yes,” he breathed to answer the question. Reza couldn’t keep his hips still, pushing up deeper into Shane as his hips rocked oh so slowly. He wouldn’t have much control from where he was, but that somehow added to everything. He was still submitting, still at Shane’s mercy, helpless to do anything but enjoy that squeeze around his cock and admire his beautiful man. “You’re so tight ... go slow.”
Shane drank in all the little details, like how he could tell Reza was pulling on his bindings, that subtle shift of muscles and tension of fabric. God he loved that as well as the way Reza was looking at him. Drug his mind whispered to him, the one word that always came to mind when he fucked Reza. The guy was a drug and Shane was an addict with no desire to go clean. He had no interest in doing anything but going slow for now, giving them both time to adjust and really savoring the feel of every inch of Reza sliding inside of him. "Fuck, I love your cock," he groaned and brushed his lips against Reza's before raising himself up a bit to stroke his chest. "Not just beautiful, it feels so fucking good."
The words sent a delicious shiver down Reza’s spine and he let out a heavier breath, gazing up at Shane as he sat up straighter. He looked so fucking good up there, fit and strong with his cock jutting out flushed and proud. His body felt even better, and Reza’s toes were already curling with pleasure from the way he moved around him. He could see that it felt good for Shane too, but he always loved hearing it at the same time. He couldn’t keep completely still, pushing up in time with Shane’s movements, his cock desperate for more friction, but in that fun tense way he could hold back on for the most part. It just felt incredibly good to be inside of someone again, especially someone he had so many big feelings for. “You feel so fucking good,” Reza breathed. They weren’t the most eloquent words, but he was quickly losing track of any real coherent thoughts, his body turning into pure sensation.
Shane had promised to go slow but he didn't need to ask Reza if he was ready for more, not with the way he was moving oh so needily. Shane loved how much he always moved, he didn't always give him a lot of room to be a power bottom but that was what he was and he could only imagine just how good it would feel to be fucked by him if Reza had full control. Shane liked having control though and since he'd deemed both of them ready, he started moving with more purpose, rolling his hips and raising his ass only to sink back down on Reza's cock, gradually picking up speed. He honestly didn't know which he wanted more, to come while riding Reza's cock or to let Reza come and then fuck him senseless until Reza lost what little control he still had. "Is it everything you dreamed of?" he teased, his breathing getting faster as pleasure started coiling in his gut.
The groan that came out of Reza as Shane really started to fuck himself was low and strained, dragged out of him by a sharp uptick of pleasure. Fuck, he knew what he was doing. An small instinctual part of Reza wanted to be untied, in a different position with more control so he could do the fucking himself, but it was quiet and distant, pushed back by how fucking good what was happening felt. It kind of made Reza want something in his ass at the same time, getting fucked from both directions, completely at Shane’s mercy. He tried not to squirm too much, but his body still rolled under Shane’s, greedily thrusting up to get deeper into all that tight heat. The question pulled a breathy laugh out of him, which felt bizarrely good in the moment, and Reza nodded a little. “Best piece of ass I’ve ever had,” he teased back, the last word turning into a groan as his lashes fluttered. “Fuck.” He could feel his control over his magic starting to slip -- not that he had a firm grip on it tonight anyway, after the ritual -- and his words got a bit more echoey in the room.
This was easily one of Shane's favorite moments, when the sound started getting distorted around him and Reza's face looked aglow with ecstasy. It was such a perfect end to a perfect night, a wild and strange night ending with something so new to them. He leaned over Reza a little to toy with his nipples and occasionally trace his fingertips down his ribs, reveling in all the expanse of soft skin in that prettiest hue of brown he'd ever seen. He was starting to feel dreamy himself, already riding a natural high from the party and now succumbing to the strange vibes around him as Reza's magic got loose. God he loved him, he thought, and the thought wasn't even jarring, nothing could be in that moment as his own pleasure was building with every roll of his hips and Reza looked and felt so fucking beautiful it made him want to devour him.
Reza was lost to it all now -- the way Shane’s body stroked his cock, the sight of his man leaning over him, the hands on his body, waking up every nerve. Their breaths were getting louder around them, bouncing back off of the expanding waves of Reza’s magic. It felt so good to not care about holding it back, to just let the vibrations touch and ripple over the both of them. He couldn’t touch Shane with his hands at the moment, but he could do it with sound, and that was almost as good. It made him feel higher and more open and full of pleasure. Reza’s arms strained a bit more, pulling at the bindings that held him to the headboard, one hot cheek leaned against his bicep. The pressure in his balls said he was getting closer to losing their little bet, and he tried hard to hold back on it. Reza didn’t care about ‘losing’ and coming first, he just didn’t want any of this to stop. “Kiss me,” he whispered, the words loud and reverberating around them. “Please.”
Reza was at a disadvantage with Shane who had an uncanny ability to last for a long time during sex and tonight he felt completely in control of himself and in no rush to end this trip of good feelings. He was happy to watch Reza and ride out those pleasure-waves in his own body like a good high where everything slowed down into a dreamlike pace. The words from Reza were so quiet and yet so loud, he could feel them in his core, beckoning, pleading and demanding all at once. "I'd love to," he murmured and his own voice sounded strange to him, like it was echoing from somewhere far away. He leaned down and nipped lightly on Reza's bottom lip before kissing him deeply, savoring the taste and texture of his tongue as it darted against his own.
Shane’s mouth on his always enhanced anything they were doing, especially sex, and Reza let out a soft muffled moan against those sculpted lips as he returned the kiss. Shane leaning forward gave him a bit more room over his hips, and Reza braced one foot against the bed for some leverage as he thrust up into him a bit harder. It was such a tantalizing and erotically frustrating position to be in, unable to use his hands or really control the pacing, but it felt so fucking good at the same time. He wanted to please Shane while also straining for his own pleasure, and all he really had was his cock to do it with. It was new and kind of a challenge, but Reza was definitely enjoying the struggle. After a few more needy pumps of his hips, he slowed down and moaned softly. “You feel so good,” he breathed against Shane’s lips.
Shane was honestly impressed at Reza's staying power but it also kind of solidified his idea that Reza probably liked bottoming more and Shane was more than okay with that if that was the case. He did like topping more, bottoming always felt like a lot of work and prep but knowing he could switch it up was fun. He did want to make Reza come though and so what if it was almost like a competition in his head. It was definitely time to ramp it up and see if he couldn't get Reza there before his own pleasure got too overwhelming. He pressed another kiss against Reza's lips before pulling back to get into a better position to really ride him then began moving with far more determination and skill. "You feel amazing," he groaned and that was the problem with ramping it up for Reza, he was doing it for himself too and Reza was filling him so nicely and rubbing against his prostate just right.
If Shane hadn’t tied him up first and climbed on top, Reza might have been able to win this little wager. Not that he could be upset about it with wave after wave of pleasure flowing through him with every jerk of Shane’s hips. He could feel Shane’s cock against his belly, hard and bouncing with his movements, and he wanted to be stroking it, feeling that hardness straining toward orgasm too. As it was, this kind of felt like being fucked himself, and after a few moments Reza let go of trying to control his pleasure. Shane’s ass felt incredible, and the way he was moving was too delicious to resist, so he let it ramp up, that sweet tension twisting in his core, until there was no pulling back. His noises had gotten louder and more desperate, the sounds strange in the vibrating air in the room, and he bucked sharply under Shane as he hit his limit. Reza’s back arched and he cried out, thrusting up into Shane with clumsy abandon as he emptied himself into him, everything throbbing ecstasy for a long moment.
"I win," Shane groaned smugly but his voice was strained and his eyes glazed over. He loved the feeling of Reza coming inside of him, all that throbbing and intense thrusting only bringing him closer to his own climax. His cock felt so hard, he thought he could come at any second if he just touched himself but he'd made a promise - or a threat - so he waited a little longer. "Do you think you can take a pounding?" he asked, leaning down over Reza as he slowed his movements, as much for his own sake as for Reza's. "I'm so close." A promise was a promise but threats were easier to betray and he for sure didn't mind doing just that if Reza couldn't take much more. It was hot though, oh so hot to push his limits and Shane always loved watching him come as well as the feelings that came with it, all that distorted sound, like feeling a heavy bass at a nightclub but better.
It was hard to think about anything at all when his body felt so good, everything shivery and pulsing more gently now. Reza cracked his eyes open to look up at Shane, struggling to process his options. He wanted both at the same time -- to feel Shane filling him up with his cock and then his cum, and also to watch him jerk himself to completion on Reza’s chest and feel him come like Shane had gotten to experience with him so many times. Reza scraped his teeth over his bottom lip and whined a bit with indecision, pushing up to keep his cock nicely buried in Shane. “Come on me now,” he decided in a murmur, his gaze still hot on his man. “I wanna feel it. Then you can pound me.” He knew from delicious experience that one orgasm didn’t mean Shane was done, and he could be fucking Reza in the very near future anyway. As amazing as all of this had been, Reza didn’t feel done either -- it was just that insatiable kind of night.
Shane gave him a dopey smile and really, wasn't that the perfect solution? If Reza could take more, Shane had plenty more to give and he rolled his hips again, letting his eyes flutter shut as he started stroking himself and riding Reza's dick. He was just so glad Reza wasn't one of those guys who were too sensitive to keep going, of course he'd be mindful of it and not push his limits, but considering he wasn't one of those guys it just made Reza all the better match for him sexually. Not just sexually either, but that was something that was far from his mind in that moment, everything centered around sex alone as he worked himself closer to climax. "You're so good," he groaned. "Stay hard for me, baby." He'd definitely let Reza fuck him sometime with full control and everything, but for now he was happy to be in charge, working his hips faster until he reached his peak, submitting himself to the whimsy of his body with loud moans as he shot load after load over Reza's stomach. "Oh fuck," he groaned deep in his throat, squeezing the last of it out and continuing to rub himself as he throbbed and tightened around Reza's cock.
Reza was a bit over sensitive, but it got better as Shane kept riding him, and he felt lucky that it always took a while for his cock to deflate after he’d come. It didn’t hurt that Shane was his very own porn star, all long straining muscle and handsome pleasure, and the way those sounds of his ebbed and flowed around them was erotic all by itself. Reza watched with open lust as his big hand stroked his cock, groaning along with Shane as thick ropes of cum hit his skin. The way Shane’s body squeezed him felt damn good, and Reza wished he had that same stay-hard talent. He could recover pretty quickly, and he was pretty sure he’d be able to get off again if Shane fucked him right, but for the moment he was just glad he’d remained hard enough to satisfy the beautiful man above him. “Fuck yes, baby,” he whispered, his hands still fisted in the tie. Reza rocked his hips up to push as deep as he could, loving all that twitchy pressure around him. The air was going to be so damn cold when Shane got up. “Fuck, that’s so hot,” Reza added with a lazy grin.
Shane thought he could feel Reza's urge to touch him which only enhanced his pleasure whether he was projecting or not. He slowly opened his eyes once he started coming down again, looking at Reza with a slight lack of focus. "You're so hot," he drawled and leaned down over his lover again, catching his lips with his own. "Your dick is magic," he whispered and he'd always let Reza know just how much he liked his dick, but now he'd tried it in a new way and he had to say he loved it even more. "You still want more?" He could go on a little longer, Reza was right about that, and he did feel the urge to bury himself deep in Reza, maybe see if he could wring another orgasm out of him. But first he wanted to untie him so he reached up to do just that, slowly undoing the knots and sneaking in kisses between looking at what he was doing.
All of him was magic, so Reza supposed he couldn’t argue with that, and it made him smile wider. “Fuck yeah I do,” he murmured back in between kisses. As soon as he could pull his hands free, Reza cupped the back of Shane’s neck to hold him in for a deeper one, his other palm gliding over his skin. “I want as much of you as I can get.” He wished they could just magically switch positions without having to really pull apart or do any awkward shuffling around, but alas reality was more annoying than that. When Shane climbed off of him, he rolled onto his side, his back to Shane, and gave him a coy little smile over his shoulder. Reza didn’t expect their power dynamic to change with the switch, or because his hands were free, and he was feeling lazy and indulgent and wanted to be spooned.
Shane took a moment to grab a tissue and wipe himself off, then moved into position behind Reza. Since he couldn't resist that little smile, he gave him another kiss before he reached for the lube, lingering for a few seconds just to enjoy the softness of Reza's lips. "You can have all of me," he murmured when he pulled back and slicked himself up, then reached down to rub some more lube against Reza's hole. He didn't think he needed much prep tonight, loose and relaxed from his orgasm as well as used to taking Shane's cock so he didn't waste time there, rubbing his cock against his opening and slowly pushing in. He wrapped his arm around Reza's center as he bottomed out, nuzzling his neck and holding him close, not moving just yet as he let them both adjust.
Reza didn’t want to waste time either, hungry to feel Shane close again. God did he enjoy those kisses though. He seemed to forget everything else as Shane’s cock stretched him open, groaning low in his throat as his eyes rolled closed. His lower back was arched a bit, his head pressed back into Shane’s and his arm over Shane’s arm. His insides still felt sensitive and a little twitchy, but that just made Shane’s cock feel even better. There was a bit of softness to it, which helped the penetration sting less, but Reza knew that rock hardness would come back in short order. He rotated his hips in a slow circle, giving a soft whimper as Shane rubbed against his prostate. Everything felt so awake and alive, that pleasure still close to the surface.
He sounded as delicious as he felt and Shane soaked in all those feelings, huffing softly at how sensitive his cock felt surrounded by all that tightness and heat. He hadn't had an orgasm involving his prostate in a long time and it hit differently, he felt open and relaxed and there was something tantalizing about having Reza's cum inside him. "You're fucking amazing," he moaned quietly as he started slowly grinding his hips in shallow thrusts to start with and it was like his orgasm was still bubbling under the surface, sparking back to life at the added sensations. He reached down to wrap his hand around Reza's cock, keeping the grip loose and still for now save for the way Reza himself moved against it. "I'm so fucking addicted to you."
It felt so good to be surrounded by and filled up with Shane, both of them moving so languidly it seemed they could do this all night. The way Shane slowly worked his cock inside of Reza made him feel dizzy in the best fucking way, and even though his own cock was only halfway hard now, Shane’s hand felt just as good. Plus, how could he not love hearing about how he was like a drug to his man? Recent events didn’t even cross his mind. Reza’s fingers gripped Shane’s arm and he rocked with him, letting his body relax further into being fucked. As he sank deeper into it, so close to an already incredible orgasm, Reza could hear their heartbeats and breaths so loud in the room they were physical waves rolling over him. He felt stoned from all of it, pure pleasure and his magic stretching outside of him to make everything wibbly and trippy and good. “You feel so good,” he breathed without giving it conscious thought. “I love you.” Reza had meant for it to come out as ‘I love your cock’ or ‘I love you fucking me,’ but he was floating on the moment so much it was hard to even realize how he’d shortened it.
It wasn't the first time someone had told Shane they loved him in the throes of pleasure, but it was the first time he believed it. People said the damndest things when they were having sex, but Reza wasn't just anyone and this wasn't just any sex. It would have freaked Shane out just a couple of weeks ago but something about it in this moment just made him feel weirdly smug. Maybe it was because it felt like sex talk more than a declaration, or maybe he himself was just so pumped up on pleasure that it was hard to feel anything that wasn't good. "Oh yeah?" he murmured, a sly smile curling his lips as he nuzzled Reza's neck. "How much?" It was cheeky, but not dismissive, they were too tangled together in this moment and Shane didn't feel like pushing him away in the slightest and the way he pulled him in tighter was a clear indication of that.
Reza’s eyes cracked open, the questions making him realize what he’d let slip. Oops. It was hard to panic about it when everything else felt so good, and the way Shane’s arm tightened around him put a different kind of pressure in his chest. Tingles ran down his back from Shane’s breath against his neck, and Reza had the vague thought that maybe this was easier because they weren’t looking at each other. He let out a heavier breath and closed his eyes again. More than you love me ran through his head as an answer, but Reza pushed it back. Every other possible reply that came to mind was either dumb or too sappy or too vulnerable or some combination of all three. He moaned something wordless, his hand reaching back to bury fingers in Shane’s hair. “A lot,” he mumbled, though that was a vast understatement.
Shane hummed his approval and gently sucked on Reza's neck as he kept moving. He thought about whether he should be saying something too, some affirmation, but he didn't want to say shit just because he felt obligated to and he was still having a hell of a time trying to suss out just what he was feeling in general. He almost called Reza a fool - affectionately - but it didn't feel right and for all he knew this was just sex talk. Although he kind of knew it wasn't. He kept moving, moving his lips up to Reza's ear to nip on the ridge, his hand slowly beginning to stroke Reza's cock. "Think you can come again?" he whispered but that wasn't really the goal here, he was happy to stay in this moment, to ride out the afterglow of his orgasm and the way he could almost feel Reza still inside him. Everything was still so sensitive and throbbing in a way he hadn't felt in a long time.
He was relieved when Shane didn’t ask any more questions about it -- he was very hot when he was teasing and cheeky, but Reza didn’t want to dwell on it. There was already some stumbling in his head, an ‘oh shit’ stomach drop feeling that pulled him halfway out of his pleasure haze. Reza didn’t want to lose this moment though, especially not because he was an idiot. Luckily, Shane was doing everything right to keep him in that headspace, and Reza closed his eyes tighter and rocked his hips a bit to get more friction against that hand. “Yeah,” he breathed, doing his best to quiet everything except that warm rush of blood into his cock and the nerve endings Shane was so deliciously rubbing against. “Might take a minute though.” Reza wet his lips and ground back into Shane with a bit more purpose.
"I can go a minute," Shane murmured and he knew he could go longer than that and so did Reza so that was an understatement. "Feels so fucking good, I could do this all night." He loved the way Reza was holding onto his head, keeping him close and pressing his fingers in hard. It was grounding in a way but mostly it just made everything feel more intimate and he really enjoyed staying so close, kissing every part of Reza he could reach, brushing his lips along his neck and ear and shoulder, his breathing a little erratic against his skin. It still sounded a little distorted to his ear even if the intensity of Reza's magic had died down a little after his climax; it still lingered in the air, soft vibrations against his skin and somehow a little bit inside of him too.
It turned out to be quite a few minutes, but Reza didn’t feel rushed. He felt embraced and worshipped and loved. Who needed the words? He sank further into that ocean of pleasure, his cock stiffening completely in Shane’s grip, everything inside of him humming and sensitive. Shane knew exactly how to fuck him, and Reza loved feeling him so close against his back. He lost all track of time, only able to focus on the slowly growing knot of pleasure in the pit of his stomach. His body got more restless, hips rolling and rocking back against Shane with more urgency, hungry to take his cock deep with every thrust. “Fuck, I’m close,” he panted once he felt that almost-unbearable pressure in his balls again. “Faster baby, please ... make me come ...”
His words brought Shane out of his own pleasant stupor and he moaned contently at the request, tightening his grip on Reza's cock. "You ask so nicely," he purred, scraping his teeth against Reza's shoulder as he picked up the pace and lengthened the strokes. He'd been content with shallow and slow for a while now, just basking in the low key pleasure and the closeness to Reza but he was more than ready to ramp it up. He let go of Reza's cock only to get some spit in his palm, then took him back in hand and started really stroking him, his hips working faster and faster until he was at that perfect pace he loved so much. "Race you," he teased gruffly, again nibbling on Reza's neck, knowing just the sweet spot to focus on.
The pleasure spiked sharply as Shane sped up, and Reza’s soft moans got louder. He gripped Shane’s forearm, feeling like he needed to hang on to something solid. On the occasions when he’d put the work into a second orgasm, it always ended up being stupidly intense, and this one was shaping up to be the same. Reza moved with him as much as he could, feeling almost like he couldn’t get Shane deep enough, like those last few moments made him irrationally greedy for his man. When all that tension finally released, Reza’s breath caught and his body gave a hard jerk, hips stuttering as he turned his face in toward the pillow and let out a strained low cry. It made him dizzy and put a ringing in his ears, but fuck, it felt so intensely good.
Shane really did like making him come like this more than he did by riding him and he kept clutching him close throughout his orgasm, enjoying the way Reza clenched around him and squeezed his cock. He still felt a while away from his own second climax and didn't necessarily feel like chasing it so he fucked Reza through his orgasm and then slowed to a stop, knowing he was definitely more sensitive now and very possibly too sensitive for more. Shane's arousal was still in that comfortable zone where he was more than happy to just let it fade away or even fall asleep idly rubbing his cock. His focus was on Reza now and he felt pretty good about making him come twice in one night. He waited for his breathing to slow, still nuzzling him here and there as he enjoyed the way it felt to keep his cock still inside him. When he felt like Reza might have the wherewithal to talk again, he rubbed his nose against his cheek. "Do you love me even when I'm not fucking you?" he whispered and pressed a little kiss on his jawline.
It really was the sweetest way to relax, and Reza just kept breathing as everything in his body slowly unclenched from all the pleasure and melted into butter instead. He felt totally spent and empty, in spite of still being full of Shane’s cock, and grateful that the thrusting had stopped. He wasn’t quite sore yet, but he was tender enough to know it could tip that way pretty easily. Shane seemed to know too. He seemed to know so much just by instinct. Reza brainlessly drank in all the soft nuzzles and kisses and floated on that afterglow for a little while. Shane’s question pulled him out of it, and he felt his heart squeeze oddly and thump a bit harder again. He felt weirdly embarrassed -- he’d been trying not to say ‘I love you’ to Shane for a while now, whenever he felt it in his mouth. Reza knew emotional intimacy was hard for him, and he didn’t want to make anything weird or pressured between them when they were facing down so much else already. Should he lie? Brush it off as just sex talk that went awry? Reza didn’t think he currently had the energy for that kind of mental dancing. One of them had to be so vulnerable first, and of course it fell on him. “Yes,” he murmured softly back, keeping his eyes shut. “Don’t be weird about it, or I’ll stop.” Better to be glib, right? Shane appreciated glibness.
Shane hummed softly and he didn't stop nuzzling Reza nor did he laugh. "I've never loved anybody," he said quietly, speaking a little slower than normal, still in that lulled state and it really didn't feel right to shake it off as he talked about this. "I don't even really know what it means. I sometimes think it's like hating someone, but positive. That obsession and frustration, except instead of wanting to hurt them you just want to buy them the world." He supposed that meant he loved Reza- was in love with Reza and it was such a surreal concept to him, the words felt so insignificant compared to the feeling. "I'm obsessed with you," he concluded. "And I want to buy you the world." He pressed his face in against Reza's neck, breathing him in and huffing softly.
Reza had expected Shane to brush it off, more intent on teasing him for his slip than actually Talking about it. The more he said in that soft, thoughtful tone, the more Reza’s chest ached. It wasn’t a bad feeling at all, just a very deep one. He related to not knowing what ‘being in love’ really meant -- they were fed so much shit from books and movies and the like, it was hard to parse out what was real human experience and what was poetic fantasy. As an adult who’d had a few relationships, Reza felt like he had a pretty good handle on what it meant for him now, but he knew Shane didn’t have that experience to compare this to. It all felt so intense to Reza too, big and new and frightening ... but exhilarating too. He smiled faintly, his gaze ticking here and there on the wall he was facing. Reza lifted his hand again to reach back and stroke its fingers through Shane’s hair. “I’m obsessed with you too,” he said, just as quiet and slow. “I feel it like ... you’ve got me cupped in your hands. Every secret and flaw and bullshit annoying thing ... your touch makes them small, easy. Human, I guess. You see all of me and it’s okay, I can relax. And I’ve got you too. I wanna kiss every part of you that hurts.”
That made a lot more sense than 'I love you' and it hit Shane far deeper than those words ever could. He didn't know what to say but he also didn't feel like he really had to say anything, his chest feeling a little tight with emotion. He had closed his eyes while Reza was speaking, drinking in the words as much as he was drinking in the gentle touch and by now he just wanted to squeeze Reza so tightly it'd hurt. Was that also love? "M'sorry I tried to scare you off," he whispered. "I don't want you to go anywhere." God it was a messy situation and he would feel like shit if he died now that someone would actually give a shit so he supposed he had to try to survive a little harder than he would have otherwise. There was still a part of him that said Reza would be better off without him eventually and since Shane didn't want Reza to leave him, maybe dying would be the only way to get him to move on.
“I know,” Reza murmured, a warmth spreading behind his ribs. He’d thought he had really misstepped, but it was sinking in that Shane loved him back. Even if they didn’t use those words, the message was clear. He wanted to turn to kiss him, but Shane’s cock was still buried inside of him and the arm around him was tight. Reza turned his head as far as he could, pushing his temple against Shane’s forehead. “I know,” he murmured, one corner of his mouth quirking up. “And I’m not going to.” Maybe that made him crazy or an idiot, but Reza didn’t care. He’d so rarely done anything like this in his life, followed his heart this way -- it was a big risk, but he couldn’t deny that it felt right to be there. Especially at that moment. No matter how it ended, he knew it wasn’t a waste. Reza nudged at Shane a bit harder. “Kiss me.”
Shane smiled at that and kissing Reza was far easier than trying to put into words what was going on inside his messy mind. It didn't take much shifting around to kiss him, mostly he just propped himself up higher and loosened his hold on Reza and that was enough for a moment. It wasn't a position he thought Reza wanted to stay in though, craning his neck like that wasn't comfortable for long, but it would do for now. It was so tempting to make promises about being better. If Shane thought he could keep this temperament nice and steady then that would be an easy promise to make, but he knew himself enough to know that he was more mercurial than that and there was no doubt he'd do something to upset Reza again, no matter how much he didn't want to. That didn't matter tonight, he was firmly in the moment, feeling a little weird about this conversation but not necessarily in a bad way. "Time to get comfy," he murmured against Reza's lips as he pulled back, still touching, just not kissing anymore. "Unless you want more." He tittered, very much teasing because he didn't think he had much more in him, let alone Reza. He pulled out slowly, then hugged Reza close again for a moment, letting his still hard cock catch between them before he let go again so that Reza could decide how he wanted to sleep.
Reza was fine with the sex being done, his body was spent. His brain felt spent too, all in a good way, but definitely tired. Socializing, participating in a solstice ritual, getting to fuck Shane for the first time, then switching for his second orgasm of the night, all the emotions that came with their conversation ... yeah, he was worn out and ready to sleep deep. He was glad that Shane didn’t pull far away, turning in place onto his other side so he could slip his arm around his man. “I’m tapped out,” Reza murmured with a tiny smile. He almost offered to jerk Shane off if he wanted it, but he seemed content as well. Reza could make it up to him later. They were both sticky and messy and probably needed to wash up before they slept, but that seemed like such a hassle at the moment. Reza pressed a few soft kisses against Shane’s jaw before he tucked his face in against his neck and sighed. “Let’s just stay in bed all day tomorrow,” he mumbled.
Shane pressed a little kiss somewhere on the side of Reza's head, humming contently. "We can do whatever the fuck we want," he told him so if they ended up wanting to stay in bed all day, they would. Shane knew himself better than to think he'd actually want to but he didn't want to push reality on Reza right now so yes, in theory they could stay right here for as long as they wanted. Staying in bed also didn't have to mean staying idle so there was that. He reached back to turn off the light, then draped his arm over Reza and idly stroked the small of his back. "Good night my magic man," he whispered, not caring if they were a messy bunch, sheets could be washed and bodies could be bathed, there really was nothing to stress about.