Reza Mansour (aswritten) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2021-12-29 19:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | #june 2018, reza, reza x shane, shane |
Who: Reza & Shane
Where: Overlook home
When: Friday afternoon 6/22
Warning: NSFW
Status: complete
Shane had spent the afternoon in the actual office of his luxuriously rented Overlook house. He had never really used this room before except one time to fuck Reza on the desk for their brand of christening the building but somehow the serious nature of today's phone calls made it feel appropriate. He was well aware Reza could hear him if he wanted to, no matter where he was, so it wasn't really for privacy, more so for his own ability to focus. He knew damn well that if Reza was near him he'd zone out pretty easily and lose track of what he was talking about.
Apparently he had a lot of missed calls from his lawyer and according to him Manny was pretty pissy about how long Shane had been gone from Chicago so Shane did the thing he did best and didn't call his club co-owner. Why subject himself to whining if he didn't really have to, right? His lawyer was all business which suited Shane just fine, nothing personal there and no whining. Shane did have some questions for him so it wasn't just a courtesy. The other calls were all about chatting up his contacts to find out just how doable it would be to give Diego and Haisley new identities and figure out the first steps. He ended up with an A4 worth of scribblings, question marks and notes that only really made sense to him and he let it burn before he headed out of the office.
Shane had said he had some phone calls to make, so Reza was taking the opportunity to have a swim. The afternoon was warm enough, and while it looked like rain was on its way in, it hadn’t arrived yet. He knew how much Shane hated water, so his man being distracted by business seemed like a good chance to do some laps. He wasn’t listening in, though he could have been. Reza tried to use that power sparingly, only in urgent situations -- he didn’t want Shane to feel like he was spying on him all the time or something. Everyone had a right to privacy, and Reza assumed his calls were all about business and therefore boring.
So he was lost in his own little world as he did a few laps in the pool, happy to get his heart rate up with something besides sex. It was great of course, but not the best workout if he actually wanted to keep the extended-vacation pounds off. Once Reza felt like he’d exercised enough, he moved into just floating on his back, eyes closed with the sun on his face and chest, his hands and feet drifting lazily in the water to keep him afloat.
Shane didn't have the advantage of sound-magic so it took him a few moments to locate Reza in their far too big of a house. He wasn't exactly in an ideal place either and Shane could feel his stomach drop a little when he saw him in the pool - not even floating on a nice little pool float, but fully immersed in the water. It was beautiful and nerve wracking and Shane knew he'd have reacted far more strongly to it when they first got there so that had to count as a win. He might not be ready to get in the water himself, but he wasn't having heart palpitations at the mere sight of his lover swimming. He took a seat at a safe distance from the pool but close enough to talk to Reza and waited to get his attention, sprawling out comfortably as he watched Reza's lithe form drifting through the clear blue water.
Reza’s ears were underwater and his eyes were closed, so it took him a few moments to notice Shane. He was listening to his own breathing and heartbeat and the tiny trickling noise inside the pool. It was almost a meditation. Finally he moved, dipping under the water for a moment before he put his feet down and stood, hands coming up to wipe at his hair and face. Reza gave a tiny start when he saw that Shane had appeared, then smiled as he waded closer to that side of the pool. “Hey,” he greeted. “I didn’t hear you come out. All done with your stuff?” Reza rested his crossed arms on the edge of the pool, lazily kicking in the water behind him. He knew Shane wouldn’t come in, but he wasn’t quite ready to get out either.
"For now," Shane murmured. He'd need to talk to Oliver again, get some passport photos and basic information but that could wait until after the weekend. He was more invested in his own personal affairs, only momentarily distracted by the amusing thought that Reza was kind of like a merman. How had he ended up with such a water person? "Got some decisions to make. I wanted to make a will, you know, just in case, but it's a fucking hassle. I'd either have to go to Chicago or talk to a lawyer here and the only lawyer I could find is our dickhead neighbor." Shane did not want that guy rifling through his personal affairs, he couldn't even say why. He was sure the guy was professional in his work and all, but this little rivalry - funny as it was - made it hard to swallow his pride. "I really don't feel like going out of town." Plus he didn't really want any lawyer dealing with his things, he already had a guy, one who already knew most of the bullshit that made up Shane's life.
Shane was serious about it, but Reza couldn’t help but grin a bit at the silly pettiness. The little dick waving contest with the neighbor was funny to watch from the outside, and now there was another amusing angle to it in Reza’s mind. “Hope he’s better at being a lawyer than he is keeping his wife happy,” he said with a smirk. Reza didn’t know that was the case, of course, maybe they had an open marriage, or she was happy but bored, or something else. But it was kind of fun to know the neighbor wife was sleeping with somebody else. None of that had anything to do with Shane’s problem, of course. “You can’t do that with your own lawyer through email or some shit? I dunno, I don’t actually have a will either.” Reza chuckled and boosted himself up out of the pool, climbing out to drip his way over to where he’d left a towel.
Shane was momentarily distracted from what he wanted to say but who could blame him? A half naked and gorgeous man dripping water? It made him visibly pause and simply stare for a few seconds before he snapped himself out of it and tried to get back on track. It probably would have been better if he'd just forgotten but his thoughts were racing ahead of him and he wasn't really thinking about the outcome. "It's all just a fucking hassle," he drawled with a dismissive wave of his hand. "You know what would be way easier? Getting married. If we married and something happened to me, you'd just inherit everything by default, how crazy is that? You'd be set for life and I trust you to take care of our friends." It seemed like such a good idea, simple and effective and hell, Shane had never been married, it didn't really mean much to him. "What do you think?"
Reza had tossed his towel over his head to rub some of the water out of his hair, and his hands paused on the warm terrycloth when the word ‘married’ came out of Shane’s mouth. He just stood there under the veil for a second before slowly pulling it back to give Shane an incredulous look. “Is this a trick question to see if I’m a golddigger after all?” he asked, sounding half-amused and half-annoyed. “Because I know you didn’t just propose to me like that.” Chuckling, Reza ambled in closer, drying his upper half off before he wrapped the towel around his waist and sat down next to Shane. He was probably just rambling without even thinking about what he was saying -- they’d barely started calling one another ‘boyfriend,’ there was no way Shane honestly wanted to marry him for real.
Shane snorted softly at the thought of Reza being a golddigger. He was pretty sure people like that would draw the line at putting themselves in physical danger. "It's not a proposal, it's a suggestion," he said with a roll of his shoulders and a grin. It was pretty obvious Reza was not on board with it so he didn't push it, but he thought it was a good idea. He should have known, Reza was so romantic, he probably had a whole thing planned out like one of those stereotypical girls in movies. What the hell did Muslim weddings look like anyway? "You might get to be a rich widower and then you can do your actual dream wedding with someone else." It was an attempt at a joke but he still meant it and at least he hoped that was the worst outcome to all of this. Reza deserved to live and be happy, he was the best damn person Shane had ever known.
With a low curse in Arabic, Reza rolled his eyes theatrically. He tried to treat it lightly, but it did bother him when Shane said stuff like that about dying in this whole war against AIR. Reza was very aware that the situation was dangerous, and he couldn’t know that nothing awful would happen to his boyfriend ... but it made him stick to his stomach to think about it. Shane just dropped the idea so casually into conversations, it drove him crazy sometimes. “I’m not going to be your widower,” he declared, shooting Shane a bemused glare. “If anything I’ll be your ... rampaging lover, heartbroken and hellbent on revenge.” Reza waved one hand in a vague gesture of drama, smirking faintly. He could be glib about it too, even if deep down it hurt to even consider. Maybe that should make him want to grab Shane and run, but Reza knew it wasn’t that simple. There were things more important than just the two of them at stake. “And what makes you think I have a dream wedding?”
The thought of Reza rampaging and hellbent on revenge probably shouldn't turn Shane on, but it did and he could just imagine his man raging out, especially after watching him do that ritual with the others. He huffed softly at the question and rolled his head back. "The fact that you give a shit about marriage," he replied. "You did not just propose to me like that. Oopsie." He grinned warmly at Reza. "Hell, I could give you a dream wedding. Something huge and corny with a giant party afterwards." And why not? He could afford it, even if in this imaginary scenario he wasn't seeing any of the guests and especially not imagining Reza's family being there. His smile faded a little as he turned more serious. "I just want you to have it all, just in case."
Reza did give a shit about marriage, but not necessarily the wedding itself ... though if he were to plan one, he knew it would be fabulous. Anything worth doing was worth doing well. Still, it was the partnership that mattered the most. Reza didn’t want to get into some sham marriage for financial reasons, he wanted to get married because he was in mutual love and his partner wanted to commit to him too. The way Shane’s tone changed tugged at something in his chest, and Reza’s expression sobered up some as well. “What if I don’t want it all?” he countered as his heart picked up a little. “I’m going to do everything I can to keep you alive, you know that right? Maybe we’ll just blow up together? Will it all to some charity or something, Shane. I don’t want to marry you just so you don’t have to do more paperwork.”
"You're not blowing up with me," Shane told him with a teasing roll of his eyes but that was mostly to mask the way he felt when Reza so adamantly insisted on protecting him. That was something he was still trying to get used to now that he actually believed it. "Hell, I'm not even blowing up. They'll shoot me in the head or drown me or some shit if I don't get to them first." He huffed and grinned, like it was just a little black humor and not what he was truly afraid of. "Guess I'll make a trip back to Chicago, make sure you get it or it goes somewhere else worth while." He sighed, sat up and moved closer to Reza, leaning in against him to rub his nose against his cheek. "Since you don't wanna marry me."
In this digital age, Reza still wasn’t sure why it couldn’t be done through phone calls and email, but he wasn't a lawyer, by far. His stomach gave another one of those unhappy twists at Shane’s graphic possibilities. He tried not to let it show, but the arm he put around Shane’s shoulders when he got closer was a bit tight. Reza turned to butt their foreheads together with more force than he meant to and he huffed through his nose. “That’s not what I said,” he murmured, closing his eyes. “But the motivation matters to me.” Maybe Shane didn’t care and never would, he wasn’t exactly the most romantic guy on the planet, but maybe that would change once all of this was over and he actually thought he had a future.
Maybe it didn't show, but Shane felt it and as much as he didn't like giving out empty promises, he meant it when he spoke again. "I'll get to them first," he murmured because AIR was an easier subject than love and marriage and all that stuff he was perpetually confused by. "And then I'll take you somewhere amazing to celebrate." It felt like jinxing it, making plans for after, but he could recognize that he'd upset Reza with his death talk and he wanted to make up for it. "Egypt, Italy, Spain, France. Your pick - or all of them, I don't care." He reached up to cup Reza's cheek, then tilted his head to kiss him. "I'm putting you in my will though, just in case."
“I’m okay with that,” Reza murmured just before their lips met. He didn’t mind Shane adding him as a beneficiary in some legal way that didn’t require a sham marriage. Reza may not have any real grandiose dreams about the wedding itself, but if the opportunity did come around in his life, he wanted to do it for the right reasons. It would be crazy to marry Shane now. Not that what they were doing wasn’t already crazy. Reza didn’t want to dwell on it at the moment though, not when Shane’s mouth was on his. He parted his lips to kiss him deeper and tried to fill his mind with daydreams of the two of them exploring Italy and sunning on a Spanish beach instead, as he slid his fingers into the back of Shane’s hair and flexed them.
It was probably crazy but now that Shane had had the idea, it was burrowing in his brain and getting married sounded kind of fun. It was an experience, a big deal to a lot of people, a milestone in people's lives etc but one of those things he never thought he'd do. Hell if he even really understood all the implications of it, but it seemed like something he could put on his bucketlist and the time he might have to do everything on that kind of a list might just be running short. He knew better than to push it though, he knew what Reza wanted and it wasn't right to take something that mattered to him and do it as some kind of a joke. The kissing was a good enough distraction, especially when Reza was already mostly naked and the temptation to touch him was too strong. Shane ran his fingers down his neck and over his collarbone, slowly moving down lower to gently tweak a nipple.
Reza didn’t really mean to halt the conversation with making out, but he realized a bit late that was what was happening. It was hard to regret it when that light pinch at his nipple made his groin tingle pleasantly. Crazy or not, he kind of did want to marry Shane, in that ‘everything will work out and we’ll end up happy and together’ sort of daydreamy way. Reza had fallen in love with him, in spite of his good sense, and of course he wanted it to last and develop into something deep and real. It already felt that way, but Reza knew things could change once they were out of this mortal peril situation. He tried not to waste energy predicting the future though -- Reza just wanted them to get through all this alive. The rest would fall into place. Reza loosely curled his fingers in the front of Shane’s shirt, trying to get lost in the kiss instead of his thoughts.
Shane didn't know how long this thing would last. It had already lasted far longer than he'd ever expected and for someone who got sick of people as fast as he did, that felt like a damn miracle. He still didn't feel like he could promise it would stay that way. He was hooked on Reza, he couldn't stomach the thought of losing him, and yet he still sometimes wondered if it'd just wear off one day and become meaningless. That idea made him a little sad, which was probably telling, but that didn't guarantee anything. Hell, there was no guarantee in life for anything at all so why make stupid promises he might end up breaking? It was simply frustrating that he even had the urge to do just that, to make sweet promises and let himself believe in some fairytale version of life. Telling Reza he loved him would feel like a lie even if at this point he was pretty sure he did and Toby had kind of hammered that home during his stint in the hospital. It was hard to quiet his mind, even when he deepened the kiss and slipped his fingers into Reza's wet hair, even when he thought about bringing him inside and fucking the living daylights out of him. His thoughts were racing and there seemed to be no stopping them.
It felt strange for a few minutes to be caught in that space where half of him wanted to just switch his brain completely off and pursue the pleasure his body was craving, and half of him wanted to stop and talk deeply about things he knew they couldn’t talk about. Shane didn’t have to say the cliche words. He’d used different ones, mere hours ago -- I’m obsessed with you. I want to buy you the world. I don’t want you to go anywhere. Other people might not understand what those things really meant, but Reza felt like he did. People didn’t change overnight, even with unexpected love in their life, and Shane had spent a very long time avoiding this kind of intimacy. Reza could read between the lines. He just had to stay patient, and not try to push Shane into Deep Feelings territory every time he got the urge. Reza hummed an approving sound, his hand moving to stroke up the length of Shane’s arm, fingers delving into his shirt sleeve while Reza nipped at his tongue. He hadn’t even really been horny before, but now he was craving the most intimacy with his man he could get. “You wanna go inside?” Reza mumbled into the kiss after a moment.
"Only if I can take you with me," Shane murmured, even if he didn't think for a second Reza was trying to drive him away right now. The tone of his voice wouldn't have made any difference with the expression in the touch of his hands. "Otherwise I'm staying right here to ravish you," he added in a teasing drawl, his hand trailing lower until he reached the waistband of his swimming trunks, his fingers dipping underneath it and tugging suggestively. For so long he'd told himself that this was the reason why he'd brought Reza, he was just delicious and fun to play with and in this moment he embodied the role of a sex toy perfectly, nearly naked and fresh out of the pool, the sun slowly drying his skin. It was nice to focus on just that for a moment and not think about everything else he'd started to mean to Shane, sex was simple and fun and Reza was delectable.
Reza gave a soft snort that immediately turned into a sharper inhale at the tug on his shorts. Shane sure knew how to give him the tingles, didn’t he? “We’ve got more supplies for ravishment inside,” he murmured with a smirk. As much as he did enjoy fooling around out in the fresh air where the neighbors might see and be scandalized, he wanted more than Shane’s hands and mouth, and there was no lube out on the patio. Or super soft surfaces to stretch out on. “C’mon, if you’re gonna turn me into a golddigger, I gotta earn my keep,” he teased. Reza pulled Shane’s hand out of his trunks by the wrist and moved to stand up to drag him indoors. He probably preferred to be away from the pool anyway.
Reza wasn't wrong about the pool but the loungers were far enough away that Shane could relax out there, exactly the way he needed them to be. He did agree that everything they really needed was inside, he too wanted more than just a handjob or a blowjob and Reza did deserve to be properly loved on today. He let him lead him inside, tittering at the golddigger remark. He wouldn't really care if that was what Reza was but it felt so far from the truth that it was laughable. "Pick a room," he murmured and most of their rooms had lubrication stocked by now, including the kitchen, bathrooms and living room.
Reza didn’t want to go far, and there was a nice little room with couches right off of the kitchen, so that was where he went. This house was so huge, they were going to need a whole separate bag for all the lube they’d bought to stash away. Once they were standing next to one of the couches, Reza turned to Shane and grabbed for the hem of his shirt. He wanted them at least equally naked, then he wanted to kiss Shane until they couldn’t see straight. As soon as the shirt was clear of Shane’s body, he started in on that part, claiming his lips again as he draped his arms around his man’s shoulders. Boyfriend, boytoy, beneficiary ... whatever anybody wanted to call it, Reza couldn’t get enough of this, of him.
Shane didn't really care for any of the labels but he did know that he wanted to possess Reza, hold him close and devour him in a way and definitely never let go. His body felt so good against his own, so right, like it fit perfectly, tailor made for him. He pressed in closer, slipping his arms around Reza's waist and humming contently into the kiss before letting his hands roam a little lower, cupping Reza's ass through the thin material of his swimming trunks. He loved it when Reza was naked, but there was something about certain kinds of clothes that really got him going, like the pants he'd worn to the sex club and now this slippery fabric that didn't do much to keep Shane from feeling Reza's ass. And that ass fit so perfectly in his grip, just like it belonged there.
Like most people, Reza had insecurities about his body, but he never really felt them much in his head when he was with Shane. The attraction and desire practically radiated off of Shane at all times, and he didn’t think twice about his ass being too scrawny when Shane’s hands were on it. In spite of the damp fabric still clinging to him, Reza felt his cock warming up and filling out as they kissed. His fingers curled and flexed in the back of Shane’s hair, and he let out a soft sound of enjoyment against his lips as Reza stroked his free hand down the sexy curves of his back. His skin was so warm, always, and silky smooth and flawless, it made Reza just want to caress him all over.
At some point, Shane might have told him that it wasn't a big deal, he was attracted to all sorts of people all the time, but whatever drew him to Reza was unlike anything he had ever experienced and where he was so used to overlooking flaws on purpose, he couldn't find any with Reza. He liked to think it just meant Reza was fucking flawless, but on some level he knew it something else - that unknowable weirdness that felt so all consuming. That thing everyone else insisted on calling love but Shane felt like this thing was too big for that dumb label - or else that label was too big and intimidating. Did it have to make sense? He didn't have to even think about it right now, too consumed with the urge to touch and taste Reza, sliding down the damp trunks until they fell to the floor with a quiet thud. That was really his favorite state for Reza - naked and flush against him. His own clothes felt restrictive now, even if they were as loose as could be and he let go of Reza just long enough to shimmy out of his pants, leaving them both naked.
Reza absently shuffled his feet to get the wet trunks away from them, immediately appreciating the fresh air against his damp lower half. Then there was the warm press of Shane’s skin, and he felt his heart pick up speed. There wasn’t a damn thing wrong with Shane either, inside and out. Even the frustrating parts, they all just helped make him himself, and Reza was fucking crazy about him. Maybe that would end up hurting him in the end, but he couldn’t care -- he was committed to this ride for better or worse. With a sharp inhale, Reza kissed Shane deeper, skimming hands down his sides to squeeze his hips. He slipped one hand between them to wrap it around Shane’s cock, thumb brushing over the tip. “I fucking love how hard you get for me,” he murmured into the kiss before nipping at Shane’s bottom lip.
Shane grinned at that and thought that was all the love confession Reza should need, this pure and intense chemistry between them spoke volumes about how he felt for him. Then again maybe it was hard to trust that from someone who'd done this for a living, Shane certainly knew how to fake the enthusiasm, he just never needed to with Reza. He didn't answer out loud, probably for the best, just kissed Reza again with added fervor as he started slowly walking him backwards toward the couch. It was easy to leave the conversation they'd just had behind when his whole body felt tingly with need, his cock getting even harder at Reza's touch. Yet he couldn't help but think about it and wonder if he was going to start obsessing over this. It happened sometimes, he hyperfixated on something and it could take a while to get it out of his system, just like Reza himself, it just hadn't happened with an actual person in a long time and never like this. Fuck, did he want to get married? A part of him did, he was pretty sure. It was insane. "Just wanna fuck you," he groaned into the kiss, as if trying to convince himself of it as much as he was telling Reza.
Unaware of everything that was spinning out in Shane’s head, Reza backed up until he felt the couch against the back of his legs. He believed that Shane had strong feelings for him, and not all of them were based in his dick, but he had no idea how long they would last. Shane seemed so much like a person who followed his impulses wherever they led, and impulse was not a good foundation for a long term relationship. Reza wanted to know how they would be together after all of this danger was over and the adrenaline and stress died down and things got boring like they always did in real life. Before he could say he wanted to get married, he had to know Shane wouldn’t just lose interest in him and flit off somewhere else. Reza certainly felt like he had Shane’s full attention at the moment though, and he wanted to thoroughly enjoy it while it lasted. He broke the kiss to sit on the couch and reached for Shane’s cock. “Find the lube and fuck me, then,” he murmured before he wrapped his lips around it for a firm suck.
Shane didn't need to look, he knew exactly where it was and he was honestly relieved he didn't have to use his brain much, not when Reza was rendering it kind of useless with those sinful lips of his. He didn't have to go anywhere either, that was the beauty of keeping lube in every room - in a convenient location - not having to take a break from any foreplay to go find it. He watched Reza for a moment after he got the bottle, eyes half-lidded and lazy, a small content grin on his face. "Or we could just do that," he murmured because Reza's mouth did feel amazing. He wanted more though and he knew Reza did too and there was nothing quite like fucking him. His cock twitched on Reza's tongue, still getting harder by the second and the view of it sliding past Reza's lips was better than porn.
Reza accommodated the movement that Shane did have to make, but he didn’t let him get too far away. He did want more than this, but first he wanted to drive Shane a little wild -- Reza wanted to feel desired today. With a soft hum, he took Shane’s cock deeper, rubbing his tongue against the underside of it as he sucked. His eyes were closed, lashes making dark crescent moons against his cheeks, and his hands slid up Shane’s thighs to cling to his hips. He loved doing this with Shane more than he’d ever loved doing it with anyone else, and it probably showed in his enthusiasm. Reza moaned low in his throat as he bobbed his head a few slow times. His eyes slid open to look up at his man’s face and he pulled off to just tongue-stroke his cock for a moment. “You taste so good,” Reza murmured against his skin.
It was hard to focus when being lavished with attention and pleasure like that. Shane gave him a dopey little smile at the compliment, running his fingers through Reza's short hair in encouragement. "And you feel so fucking good," he whispered, contently sinking into that state where his thoughts were quieting down and everything that happened before - or might happen later - faded away, allowing him to be more present in his body. That was where he wanted to be right now, focused on the way Reza's tongue felt against his cock, the way his breath tickled that sensitive part of him and made him want that hot mouth on him again. That was the core of what Reza did to him - made him feel greedy but at the same time giving too because he wanted to lavish attention and love onto Reza's body as well. He pulled back and leaned down to taste himself on Reza's lips, licking at his mouth before kissing him deeply, his free hand trailing down from Reza's head down to his back. His skin was mostly dry now and fresh out of the pool or not, Shane wanted to bite him. "You wanna sit on my lap?" he murmured. "Or should I fuck you into these couch cushions."
Shane wasn’t the only one happy not to think -- Reza was very glad to get into a brainless space himself. It was so easy to reach when he was giving pleasure that was so obviously appreciated. He kept his hand on Shane’s cock and turned his face up to accept that kiss, his tongue hungry against Shane’s. As much as he enjoyed sucking him off, Reza was feeling greedy too, and like he deserved not to have to wait for his own pleasure. Shane had thrown him another weird curveball by suddenly wanting to get married, and Reza wanted to just forget about all of that and do what they did best together. The question made him flash a brief smile, and he quit stroking Shane’s cock to grab his forearm and pull him closer and to one side. Reza moved at the same time, rising and turning until he could straddle Shane’s lap. He reached to take the lube bottle from him and murmured, “Let me do it.” After pouring some into his palm, Reza reached back to stroke Shane’s cock and slick him up, leaning in to kiss him again.
Shane relaxed back into the couch but he didn't stay idle - didn't really know how to if he was honest. He let his hands roam over Reza's body as they kissed, rocking his hips up as Reza stroked him. One of his hands gradually slipped down to tease Reza's cock, just touching lightly and feeling it in his grip. It was like the rest of Reza, beautiful and fit so perfectly and now that he knew what it felt like to get fucked with it, Shane loved it even more. Just thinking 'fuck I love this cock' made him momentarily think about whether he loved Reza. On that level it was easy to say yes, he loved Reza in the same way he loved his cock, slightly obsessive, hungry, worshipping. He wanted him in his life always because the thought of being alone again after this was almost alien to him at this point. It helped that Reza left him alone when he needed it but he always came back and Shane couldn't imagine how he'd feel if one day Reza didn't. He groaned softly into the kiss, part arousal and part frustration that his mind was going down that path again. "C'mon, ride me," he murmured against Reza's lips, pulling a little on his hip.
Reza had been engrossed in being touched all over and getting both of them lubed up enough to make this work, and Shane’s impatience made him chuckle. “Yes sir,” he murmured back, only halfway a joke. He rubbed the tip of Shane’s cock against himself, groaning softly at how nice all that silky hot skin felt, then started to push back against it to ease him inside. Reza’s head fell back and he closed his eyes for the moment, concentrating on relaxing in the right places. They’d had sex so much that he didn’t really need much warmup anymore, and he was grateful for it today. It felt so fucking good to just rock his hips against that pressure until Shane was fully seated inside of him. “Fuck, that’s deep,” Reza breathed softly, slowly rolling his spine to let them both adjust before he really started riding. He dipped in to kiss Shane again.
That was enough to blank out those frustrating thoughts again and Shane groaned contently into the kiss, slowly rolling his hips up against Reza when he was fully seated. He normally liked being on top, it gave him the feelings of power and control that he so absolutely loved, but the benefit to this was the view and Reza deserved to be adored. In this position Shane could really let his hands roam all over Reza's body, the palms of his hands gliding over soft skin, his fingers tweaking pert nipples and every now and then he moved one back down to stroke his hard cock. It didn't so much feel like a worship as it felt like cherishing some amazing gift he'd been given and every little move Reza made was a vision. He still felt in control, felt possessive and greedy for this man who'd turned his life upside down. It made him think about how he'd thought Reza might be a spy and how he just couldn't seem to bring himself to care if he really was because what a way to go.
Reza knew Shane enjoyed being in control while they fucked, and he was more than okay with that, because he trusted Shane with that control. Their kinks played really well together, and had from the beginning. The way Shane explored him with his hands made him feel so sexy and appreciated, he just wanted to spend hours doing this. Realistically, their bodies wouldn’t cooperate with that, of course, but it was hard to think about reality when Shane was bringing up such good feelings in him. Reza moaned softly when Shane’s hand found his cock again, and pushed up into it, greedy for more but loving the teases at the same time. He started to move his hips with more purpose, working himself into longer strokes as the head of Shane’s cock rubbed that perfect spot inside of him. Reza kept his arms around Shane's shoulders, but it got harder to kiss him as pleasure started to spread and his breathing got a needy edge to it.
Shane felt a bit of a restless urge to flip them over and actually fuck Reza into the couch like he'd offered, but he was loving this at the same time so it just felt like another feeling he didn't know what to do with. He wanted Reza in so many ways and some of them scared him, but this he could handle, the purely physical aspect of their relationship had always come easy and so far he'd loved every little thing about it. He grabbed the lube again from the side of the couch, let some of it drip onto his hand before gripping Reza's cock again, this time stroking him with more purpose. He didn't get lost in the rhythm, didn't want this to be over too soon, but at some point he needed to move his hand to keep from stroking Reza as the rolling of his hips had him fucking Shane's hand, his slick cock moving smoothly against his skin. He loosened his grip every so often, watched Reza with hazy eyes as he teased him and kept him from peaking, his own hips pistoning up into that welcome heat, pleasure coiling in his core and making him feel pleasantly foggy.
Shane had always seemed to be able to read him like a book, knowing right when to back off on the stroking and just how to move his hips. Even though Reza was the one riding, he felt deliciously fucked and owned and toyed with. His soft grunts and groans grew in volume and intensity the more Shane edged him, and he could feel his heartbeat in his straining cock every time Shane squeezed just right. Reza kissed him where he could in between breaths, clinging to his neck and shoulders, his brow furrowed in pleasured concentration. It felt like they could maintain this for a long time -- Reza happened to like that growing desperate feeling in his gut, the almost painful way his cock throbbed when Shane loosened his grip at the right moment, that feeling that he was unraveling. “Goddamn, I love your cock,” he panted to Shane as he fucked back against those thrusts with even more hunger.
"My cock loves you back," Shane groaned with a brief grin that was quick to fade back into a slack expression of pleasure. Funny how easy it was to say he loved Reza's cock or his ass or any part of him and yet saying he loved him was somehow so meaningful. What the fuck was that? How could one word be so tricky without really changing meaning? He gave Reza's cock a bit of a squeeze again, not wanting to edge him too hard, not after the way that went down the first time he did it, but fuck it was delicious to feel his cock twitching needily into his hand whenever he loosened his grip again. That paired with the expression on Reza's face and the little sounds he was making was ramping up Shane's pleasure and that possessive feeling Reza always gave him was running rampant. "You're mine," he whispered, staring up at him gripping his ass tightly with one hand. "I want all of you, I want your orgasm." He gave him another squeeze and while he didn't maintain it, he kept a slightly firmer grip on him than he had so far.
Reza understood the difference, deep down. Loving a body and its physical parts was one thing, loving the person behind the wheel was another. That required way more vulnerability to admit than Shane liked to reveal, Reza knew that already. Luckily, hearing that Shane’s cock loved him didn’t remind him in any way of that other type of love they were dodging, so it didn’t throw Reza off of his rhythm at all. How could he be distracted when everything felt so fucking good? The words and the brief squeezes to his cock drew a louder moan out of him, and Reza’s hips picked up their pace a bit, the thrusts into Shane’s loose grip getting more and more desperate. “Take it then,” he breathed back, the simple words hungry and a little challenging just to spur Shane on. “Take all of me, I want to be yours ...” Reza knew he was already, helplessly so, but being feisty was in his nature, especially in the midst of fucking.
Shane groaned softly in appreciation and that was one of the things that drove him crazy about Reza - that defiant energy. He might not always like how he didn't take things quietly but that didn't mean he didn't love it. "You are," he whispered and that feeling of never wanting to let go was so physical in the moment, almost like he could crush Reza into himself and carry him with him forever. It didn't feel abstract or impossible with the way their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, the way he knew they were both riding the same wave of pleasure like there was a growing center of energy ready to burst where their bodies connected. "C'mon," he growled as he stroked him with purpose, staring up at him as he left all the teasing behind.
And that was why Reza liked to be defiant. The way Shane reacted to it, seemed to love it, flexed his willpower ... it was fucking hot. Reza held their intense eye contact as well as he could as his pleasure spiked sharply. He let out a sharp groan, fingers digging into the back of Shane’s neck as his body rolled with those relentless thrusts. Shane knew exactly what he was doing with his hand as well as his cock, and he was helpless to hold back the tidal wave of bliss that overtook him. Reza’s breath got more labored and his movements more frantic for a brief moment before everything clenched and shuddered hard. His head fell back as he cried out, his cock jerking in Shane’s fist in the same rhythm as his ass. Pleasure blotted out the universe for a moment, and Reza tried to stay in it as long as he could.
Shane had watched so many people come in his life but he couldn't get enough of watching Reza in the throes of pleasure, it was like a hyperfixation and it didn't seem to be wearing off. He didn't feel like it ever would, fixated by the way Reza moved and the look on his face. "That's it," he moaned, holding back on his own climax just to experience every second of Reza's, though it got harder with each second that ticked by. "Fuck, you're so beautiful," he blurted out in a hoarse whisper when Reza came with a hot splash of cum on his abdomen that only spurred Shane on. He kept moving with Reza, his control slipping as he thrust harder up into the tight heat and let himself get swept up in the obliviousness of his climax. On some level he was aware Reza was probably watching him back now and that only enhanced it all, tickling his ego and making him feel seen as he moaned and shuddered and gripped Reza's hips to keep him at just the right angle.
The way Shane moved under and against and inside of him seemed to drag Reza’s orgasm out, and he was still clenching rhythmically around Shane’s cock when he came. It was such a heady, incredibly intimate feeling, and for a few moments it felt truly hard to breathe. His dark eyes were cracked open to drink in Shane’s expression as he went off, not at all opposed to feeding Shane’s ego in moments like these. It was all earned confidence, because gods knew Shane was a talented fuck. The way his hand still squeezed Reza’s cock made him shiver deliciously, and he was happy to think of nothing else while it all lasted. As they started to come down from that orgasmic high, Reza dipped his head in to kiss Shane deeply, in spite of being out of breath. He just had to taste him while he was full of his fresh cum and still-twitching cock.
The kiss was almost too much in that moment with how breathless Shane was feeling and he moaned softly into it before breaking it with a gasp and a grin. "Fuck," he murmured in a drawn out groan, stealing another quick kiss now that he had more air in his lungs. After that he was content to just look at Reza, thoughts of marriage and love and weird shit flooding his mind again. Reza wasn't the type of guy to put a spell on someone, Shane knew that now, he was too damn ethical and kind but damn if it didn't still occur to Shane that he had sometimes. Reza didn't need to put a spell on him, he just made him stupid in the most random ways and if he had, well, Shane didn't think all the chaos he was feeling would just go away if the spell was lifted. "Love being inside of you," he murmured. "I don't wanna stop fucking you." There was nothing important calling them away from this couch so he knew they could stay like this for a while, maybe even fuck again if the urge struck them, but it was more rhetorical than anything. He wanted to stay like this, go soft inside of Reza while he kissed him, clinging for a little while longer.
Reza needed to breathe too, however reluctantly, so he gazed back into Shane’s eyes, still very slowly rocking his hips to keep feeling that cock inside of him, still pleasurable even as it was going soft. He was in no hurry to leave that spot either, still feeling that intense want for his boyfriend even though the sex was over for now. “Then it’s a good thing I don’t want you to stop, I guess,” he murmured back, dipping in to briefly brush their mouths together. Reza pulled back to hold his gaze again, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth for a moment. He meant it in a bigger way than just fucking more this afternoon, and he was pretty sure that Shane knew that, but sometimes it was so hard not to say everything he felt out loud. Part of him still worried that it was possible to scare Shane away, in spite of everything they’d been through already. He could be stubborn and insist he wasn’t going anywhere all he wanted, but if Shane really wanted him gone ... Reza brushed his fingers through the side of Shane’s hair and sighed softly.
Shane hadn't meant just this afternoon either. Maybe that was the biggest commitment he could give, promises of sex for a long time to come. Seconds ticked by in silence that felt like a conversation as Shane gazed back up at Reza. It was a conversation that was far easier to have than using actual words, just quiet admiration and the show of affection as he traced little circles on Reza's sides with his thumbs, content and full of emotions he couldn't articulate nor did he really want to. Eventually he gave him a lazy smile and arched up to kiss him again, slipping his arms around him to hold him closer. He didn't want to stop fucking him, but he also didn't want to stop holding him, just like this. It was even easy to think he'd want this for the rest of his life, given that he didn't expect it to be a long one. It'd be a good way to spend those last weeks or months or however long he had and his certainty of death meant he didn't really have to worry about what came after.