byflame (byflame) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2022-10-20 16:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | #july 2018, reza, reza x shane, shane |
Who: Shane and Reza
When: late night, Wednesday, July 4
Where: Their car, then home in Overlook
Warning: Turns NSFW
Reza waited in the car with a bit of lowkey anxiety while Shane escorted his drunk friend up to her door. He knew Shane could handle himself, but they really didn’t need any additional trouble in their lives, and this particular guy had looked like trouble every time Reza had seen him. He was relieved when Shane got back in the car unscathed. His comment about Caden being a prick with a magic dick made Reza laugh a bit and he clucked his tongue as he started to back out of the driveway. “That’s pretty much what she said, wasn’t it? He gives great D and that’s enough for her?” Reza only sounded a tiny bit judgey about it, mostly amused. Everybody had their preferences, he just happened to want to like the person he was banging. “Was he hot close up, at least?”
"He has the kind of face that lets him get away with a lot," Shane replied and that was an obvious yes. All those boys at the Porch were good looking but none of them were really appealing to Shane. Maybe he was getting pickier with age, or maybe they simply weren't Reza. "I wouldn't not jerk off to a porn he starred in, but weirdly? It's not a turn on for me to have a door slammed in my face. Shan is crazy though, she might get off on that stuff." He didn't know her well enough to make those kinds of statements but from what little he remembered of their night together, she was pretty wild.
Reza had to laugh at Shane’s choice of words, even though it irritated him a bit that Caden had slammed the door in Shane’s face. It was just a defensive instinct -- given the circumstances, the other man had every right to slam his own front door however he pleased. Reza just wanted to protect his boyfriend. “Yeah well, she wouldn’t be the first,” he murmured with a mixture of regret and amusement. Reza had known a few women in the past who just seemed like complete masochist disasters when it came to the men they chose. Maybe Shan was one of them. Or maybe she really loved the guy, who knew. “So I guess they won’t be joining our orgy plans anytime soon, you made such a good impression?” he teased, grinning as he glanced over at Shane.
"You know how sometimes you meet people and you just instantly vibe?" Shane replied, reaching over to casually rest his hand on Reza's thigh. "This was the opposite of that. It was anti-vibes, pure hostility. I figure if I showed up with some beer to try to smooth things over, he'd take the beer and kick me off the porch before slamming the door in my face. So yeah, no orgies with this guy." Which was a shame because the guy was a looker, but he'd definitely bring the mood down and maybe get violent. There were zero bi-curious vibes coming off him that could be fun to explore.
Reza had no idea if their orgy jokes would ever actually come to fruition, but he was glad they were both on the same ‘no bad vibes’ page. Shan’s man could stay home, and so could Neil and Mal and the other AIR survivors who just didn’t seem to jive with them. “That’d be a waste of good beer,” Reza said as he settled his hand over Shane’s on his leg. He didn’t think he could ever be with an asshole like that, he had too much self respect, but it wasn’t their job to police Shan’s relationship. It sounded like she’d married the guy on a crazy whim anyway, so maybe that was just how she was. Reza glanced over at Shane’s profile in the shadowy car. “It’s kinda interesting, seeing you with a friend, though,” he murmured idly. “One without all that trauma attached, you know? It’s cute.”
"Yeah, we've never met each others' friends before," Shane said as realization struck him. "I mean, I don't have a lot of close friends back in Chicago but I bet you do." And now he was curious about that. Meeting friends was way less pressure than meeting family and it all made him kind of want to do a weekend trip to Chicago and catch up with someone Reza really cared about. "You are the type to have actual friends, close ones, loyal ones. I'd love to meet them sometime." He gave Reza a crooked little smile, sinking more comfortably into the seat as he enjoyed the mellow vibe they had going and having his hand sandwiched by Reza.
He was a little surprised by the rush of warmth that statement inspired in his chest. It felt like a much deeper compliment than Shane had probably meant. “I’ve got a fair few, yeah,” Reza answered with an affectionate smile. He’d kept in touch with them while he’d been in Maine, of course, and though a couple of them had a healthy dose of skepticism about this guy he’d fallen for who’d whisked him off to the boonies, Reza knew they would love Shane too. “I mean, I met all of your AIR people, but I know that’s kind of a different brand of friend. Whenever we go back home, you’ll get to meet everybody. They know about you, so. Some are eager to meet you.” Reza hadn’t said as much before, not wanting to put undue pressure on Shane and their budding relationship, but it was true.
"Oh yeah? You been talking about me behind my back?" Shane said with a grin. He wasn't sure why he hadn't considered that, Reza was close with people, of course he'd tell them about him. Shane had told his AIR friends - and honestly, anyone who cared to listen - so it made sense. Still, the thought of being the mystery guy that Reza's friends wondered about felt good. "Yeah, let's do that," he murmured, obviously pleased with it and a lot less stressed than he was about Reza's family. "The AIR people are... I mean, they're new friends and old. It's not like we kept in touch - except me and Jane. I fucking love Diego though, we're keeping him even when all of this is over."
“Duh,” Reza smirked with a loving little eye roll. Shane had become such a huge part of his life so quickly, of course the people who knew him best had heard about it. He’d also had to explain several times why he wasn’t in Chicago anymore, at least for the time being. Luckily most of them supported him doing crazy things for love, especially after they’d seen some pics of him and Shane together. Some of Reza’s friends had done even dumber shit for men who weren’t even as pretty as Shane was. He laughed lightly and nodded. “Yeah pretty sure Diego’s a friend for life,” he agreed with a grin. “We’ll have to relocate them to Chicago once all of this is over.” He had no idea what the plan actually was, but it was a bit of a fantasy to just drag everyone they loved along with them, wherever they ended up.
"I think they might leave the country," Shane said with only a slight disappointment in his tone. "I wouldn't blame them. We'd just go visit them wherever they end up, we can afford it." If he was going to settle down and become a Real Person after all this, he was going to fucking travel a lot, that was a given. He still harbored a dream of taking Reza on a big Europe tour, both places he'd been before and places he was curious about. In his mind's eye he could picture them sipping cocktails on a Spanish beach, trying for broken Italian at a nice restaurant in some small Italian town, kissing beneath the Eiffel Tower and browsing loud and exotic street markets wherever. He was even game for museums and cultural things as long as it was something Reza was interested in.
“Oh no, really?” Reza asked, much more disappointment in his tone. Not that he was ever opposed to doing some international travel, but it was a little sad when friends were really far away. “Even with the girl with them? That sucks. But yeah, we’ll go visit. I want to go a lot of places with you.” Reza had similar fantasies about the two of them traveling, roaming anywhere they wanted and seeing the world together. It was all idyllic in his head, like this trip to Maine had been, only with far better views and more interesting people and sights to see. Point Pleasant had its upsides, but it definitely wasn’t a diverse place. Reza wanted to show Cairo to Shane, to let him soak in the culture that put so much color into the tapestry of Reza’s life. He took the turn that led up to Overlook, glad to be almost home.
Shane often thought about moving away, to leave the country and never come back. It had been a realistic dream until he met Reza, but he wasn't so sure he would want to leave his family behind so traveling a lot was a good alternative. "It's partially my fault, you know. I got them the passports," he murmured in a somewhat apologetic tone. "But I don't blame anyone for wanting to leave and disappear, not after everything. Would you ever consider living somewhere else?" Funny how hard he'd tried to get rid of Reza when now he couldn't imagine doing any of that without him.
Going to live abroad had crossed Reza’s mind quite a few times over the course of his life too, but he’d never made any serious plans. He had dual citizenship, and he and his family had lived in Egypt for several years during his childhood, but he’d never lived very far away from them. Until now, but they were still just a plane ride away. Though Reza knew his family would encourage him to go off and have his own adventures. “Yeah, I’d consider it,” he answered with an easy smile, glancing over at Shane. “If you wanted to.” Maybe it was too early for making extended future plans like that, but Reza knew deep in his heart that if they survived this and Shane didn’t run away from him, this man was his future. “I think that’d be fucking awesome, actually. Even just ... spending a few years with no roots, just going where we want and staying for however long we want.”
According to Shane, it was never the wrong time to make fun plans. Those were the things that kept him going, even when they were just unachievable dreams. Dreaming was free and it had too often been the only thing he had to hold onto. "No roots," he drawled happily. "That sounds amazing. A few months here, a few months there, packing up and going somewhere else when a place gets boring. We should do that," he decided with a dreamy smile as he glanced out at Overlook as they drove through the gate. Weirdly enough he wasn't sick of this place yet even if he knew he should be. It was probably the magic, but he didn't really care what the reason was just as long as that annoying itch to leave didn't come too early.
“Then we will,” Reza declared. They always had time to change their minds and their plans later, for the moment he was happy to daydream about seeing the world with Shane. He seemed like a roamer by nature anyway, but those kinds of adventures were different with a partner, in Reza’s experience, more fun in some ways. At this point he couldn’t imagine them being anything but thrilled to be out there together. He just prayed that the AIR mess got resolved quickly and as painlessly as possible so they could be free of it. Once they reached the house, Reza pulled the car into the garage and cut the engine, more than ready to shed some clothes and get more comfortable after a long day of socializing and partying. He wanted Shane all to himself for a while.
Shane was deeply tempted to do this now, to leave all this AIR nonsense behind them and just leave - at least for a couple of weeks. He had no idea how things were moving along, how the spying was going, how the investigation was coming along. It sometimes felt like nothing was ever going to happen and he had a feeling nobody would really miss them if they disappeared for a bit to go on a trip to Europe. It was that part of him that was so certain he was going to die that was the loudest, feeling like if they didn't do it now, they'd never get the chance. He didn't tell Reza this though, not tonight. He'd heard enough of Shane's doomsaying and Shane didn't want to bring down the mood. He stole a kiss from Reza before they headed inside the house, then grabbed some water for the two of them, a habit now whenever he was done drinking which probably meant he was getting old. It was just smart though, and he was thirsty. "You wanna go straight to bed? Or go watch something?" he asked as he handed Reza a bottle, looking him up and down like he was the next snack on the menu.
Reza gave a happy sigh when he was able to toe out of his shoes, and he accepted the water with a murmur of thanks. As he swallowed his first mouthful, he chuckled over Shane’s expression and sidled in closer to bump his hip against Shane’s. “Watch something like ...?” he prompted suggestively. “Porn? You strip for me? Maybe.” Reza flashed him a grin. He was at least ready to move up to the bedroom, so he took Shane’s hand to head in that direction. They’d spent the whole day and night around other people, Reza wanted his full and undivided attention. He finished off the water bottle by the time they made it upstairs and into the master bedroom, and he set the empty down on the dresser to get both hands on Shane. Reza pulled in close, then slipped his hands up under his shirt to touch bare skin, still smiling faintly. “It was a nice day, huh?” he murmured.
"It was," Shane murmured and as soon as he'd put his own bottle away - half empty - he wrapped his arms around Reza, wiggling a bit suggestively in his grip. "I haven't taken any pole dancing lessons from Shan yet, but I'll totally strip for you," he told him, trailing his fingers through Reza's hair and scratching lightly at the back of his neck. "Think I'd rather strip you though, get these fancy clothes off your sexy body." He leaned in to brush his nose against Reza's, enjoying the closeness and that familiar and favorite scent of his. "How do you want to end this nice day? Want me to strip you down? Ravish you?" He brushed his lips against his skin this time and pressed in closer to Reza's body.
He might not have taken pole lessons yet, but Reza knew Shane could dance, and those hips were nice and loose. He could pull off a strip tease, Reza was sure. All of this closeness was quickly pushing ideas about anything else out of his mind, however, and Reza was happy to lean into the warmth of Shane’s body. “Mmm, I’m obviously overdressed, and that cannot stand,” he murmured, tingling lightly wherever Shane’s lips touched. As long as he got to strip his man at the same time, he felt up for some ravishment. Reza skimmed his hands up Shane’s sides, pulling his shirt up with them. “You strip me, I strip you ... then I’m all yours to ravish.” He couldn’t help but grin a little, his thumb brushing Shane’s nipples.
"Mutual stripping," Shane agreed in a drawl and let go of Reza to raise his arms, letting him slip his shirt off him. "My turn," he added as he lowered his arms again and this time slipped his arms around Reza's waist, pulling on his shirt to get rid of that too. He couldn't wait to feel Reza's hot skin against his own, and sometimes he thought they really should just be naked a lot more than they were. His fashion-self disagreed with that, but he was sure there was a balance to be found there with a little more nudity. "As good as these look, I want them off," he added before stripping Reza of his shirt. It didn't matter how many times he saw him like this, it still felt like unwrapping a present.
Shane’s bare torso was thoroughly distracting, and Reza ran his palms over as much of it as he could before he had to cooperate with getting his shirt off. “What’s underneath always looks even better,” he murmured with a cheeky smile. He dipped his head in to kiss and nuzzle at Shane’s neck while his fingers trailed down to the front of his pants to start undoing them. Reza honestly loved that they both had a sense of style and he didn’t think he could’ve fallen in love with someone who didn’t care about what they looked like, but Shane wearing nothing at all was just another level of deliciousness. Reza got his thumbs into the waistbands at Shane’s hips and started pushing the rest of his clothes down.
They weren't dancing, but it was kind of like a dance of its own to maneuver around and strip each other down and it was a dance they were very good at. Shane had had it rough for a long time so he fully appreciated clothes of quality and beauty and how different it was to wear them and strip them off someone's body. He didn't think he could ever go back to the discomfort of cheap things and Reza fit in so perfectly with that need of his for everything to be luxurious, beautiful and comforting. Once they were fully naked, Shane kissed Reza again, pulling him in close to feel his body flush against his, their cocks aligned and hard against each other. It was ridiculous how well they fit together and Shane felt more and more like if these did happen to be the last weeks of his life, they were certainly the best kind he could get.
It was honestly one of Reza’s favorite feelings in the world, having almost all of his nude body pressed against Shane. He had such beautiful skin, even the hairy bits felt silky smooth under Reza’s palms, and he couldn’t get enough of touching him while they kissed. He’d dated a few guys who were as attractive as Shane in a purely physical sense, but there was just so much more to him, and the ways he drew Reza in felt so much deeper now. Maybe he’d foolishly followed a hot rich guy on some crazy quest in the beginning, but now he couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. That bond made this kind of thing feel even better. As he delved his tongue into Shane’s lovely mouth to taste him deeper, Reza slipped his hand between them to lightly caress their erections, relishing all that hot velvety hardness.
It wasn't the first time Shane felt like somehow crushing Reza into his body so they could never be apart again, it was such a surreal feeling that had no root in reality but felt so sweet and overwhelming. Reza's hand distracted him somewhat from the urge and he moaned quietly and contently into the kiss as he gripped Reza's ass and squeezed both cheeks possessively. "Come to bed with me," he murmured and even if he pretty much enjoyed ravishing Reza anywhere, tonight he felt a little lazy and mellow, drawn to comfort over action.
Reza never would have thought he would enjoy belonging to someone so much, jealousy and possessiveness had always seemed like red flags he should watch out for ... but goddamn did it feel good to be owned. Love seemed so full of conflicting feelings, it was intoxicating. Reza smiled a bit against Shane’s lips. It wasn’t really a big demand, since they were only feet away from their bed, and it was kinda sweet. “Gladly,” he murmured back before stealing one more deep kiss from his lips. Reza moved back and gave Shane’s cock a playful little tug like he was leading him on a leash, backing up toward the bed.
Shane was more than happy to be led - by cock or leash, really - and he grinned as he settled his hands on Reza's shoulders and walked slowly with him toward the bed. Once they were there he flopped down on it, letting his body bounce a bit before crawling up farther to get properly situated, stretching out on his back and gesturing at Reza to follow him. "Come here, let me worship you," he said, eager to get his hands back on his lover and as soon as Reza was within reach, he was touching him again and pulling him in closer. "Ravish you, I mean, of course," he added with a titter, though worship was very applicable too.
“You’re welcome to do both,” Reza purred as he settled on his side next to Shane, pressing in close. Getting this kind of attention from his gorgeous man always made him feel smug and giddy at the same time, like he knew he deserved to be worshiped but it was still an incredible delight. He kissed Shane again as he ran his hands over his torso, drinking in all of those lovely planes and angles that he already knew so well. Touching him never seemed to get old, and Reza was pretty convinced that it never would.
Shane happily kissed him back as he let his hands do the worshiping. It wasn't a one way thing, the way Reza touched him back felt equally adoring and like Reza, he didn't think he'd get sick of this. If he could, he would have already, that much he was certain of because that's how he was built. He got sick of things quickly and the things he loved, well, those tended to stay with him for life. People hadn't really made it to that unique place before, but Reza had slipped through the cracks somehow and Shane had no interest in kicking him out anymore. He enjoyed just this for a few minutes, kissing and stroking, ignoring their erect cocks for now to focus on the rest of Reza's body. Eventually he rolled over and pushed Reza onto his back, dipping down to kiss him as he slowly rubbed their cocks together. "I'm thinking 'bout fucking you," he murmured against his lips. "Been thinking about fucking you all night."
It was the best Reza had ever felt in a relationship, which was maybe crazy considering how they got together and everything they’d been through already. Somehow that just made it all better, deeper, more meaningful. For better or worse, Reza was in this with Shane until the end, whatever that would look like. Right now this looked and felt fucking perfect, and that was all that truly mattered to him at the moment. Reza rolled onto his back when he was nudged, one leg lifting to hook around the back of Shane’s thigh, his hips rocking in time for more of that delicious friction. Shane’s words drew a soft moan out of him as a new wave of heat ran through his body. Feeling so desired by someone he couldn’t get enough of felt so incredibly good. “You should probably fuck me then,” he whispered back. “If you’re so obsessed with me.” Reza smirked faintly and nipped at Shane’s bottom lip.
"I am obsessed with you," Shane exclaimed as if it was something of a revelation and then he laughed quietly and kissed Reza again more deeply as he felt around for the bottle of lube and made a vague mental note to himself that they needed a refill for this room soon. "You're an obsession that won't go away," he murmured, dipping down to nibble on Reza's neck before sitting up to get them both ready. He started by stroking himself, more out of a slightly selfish drive than any necessity, then moved to stroke Reza, watching him with half-lidded eyes as he took in how lovely he looked. "Did I mention your cock is the most gorgeous cock I've ever seen?"
Heat rose in Reza’s cheeks as Shane looked at him all spread out on his back, not from embarrassment but some other sort of self-consciousness that gave him the flutters and made him feel sexy. Hearing that Shane was obsessed with him also made him feel sexy ... and deeply grateful because Reza certainly was obsessed with him too. “It’s come up once or twice,” he purred, giving a lazy grin. He let his fingertips trail up his own body to toy with his nipples, since Shane was so expertly taking care of everything else. Reza hummed low in his throat and bit into his bottom lip, his hips flexing up a bit for more of that stroking. “And I got no plans to go away either, so you’d better stay obsessed.”
"I'm staying obsessed so you better not go away," Shane countered, letting his fingers lightly massage Reza's cock just firm enough to feel good but also light enough to still be a tease. He liked him when he was all worked up and his favorite of Reza's orgasms always took place while he was fucking him so he just wanted to warm him up for now. He looked like a treat like this, playing with himself, those lovely lips curled just so in a way that made Shane want to lick them again. "If you start getting bored, I'll give you a threesome and if you're still bored after that, I'll give you an orgy," he said and then grinned. "And if you're still bored after that, I'll buy you anything you want. Just stay."
Reza was feeling very warm already, all of his body tingling now with awareness and anticipation. Shane’s fingers felt good enough to just be under the line of physically frustrating, but that line was moving all the time, and he honestly enjoyed feeling frustrated on occasion. Shane knew it, too. He distracted Reza with those sweet promises, and laughter bubbled up in his throat. “I’ll keep that in mind for whenever this starts making me yawn,” he said, grinning crookedly back. Reza reached down to ghost his fingers over Shane’s stroking hand. “In like, fifty years or whatever.” He couldn’t imagine getting bored of any of this, least of all the smoking hot sex they tended to have. Reza squeezed him a bit with his legs, feeling more squirmy by the minute.
Fifty years. Unless he found some fountain of youth, Shane had no intentions of living that long. But then by now he was already older than he ever thought he'd be so what did he know? Maybe he'd be a spry guy in his eighties, either chasing Reza around a mansion or harassing the pretty boys at a beach somewhere. With Reza of course; every thought he had of the future involved Reza now. "That how long it's gonna take you?" he asked. "I'll be on my toes when I'm eighty-three, keep my eye on you." He stroked Reza a little more firmly, then pulled his hand away to get more lube on it, his destination a different one when he leaned back in. "Think you'll still be mine?" he asked cheekily as he slipped his fingers inside Reza, slowly moving them in and out of his body. "Might stalk you if you're not."
He tittered softly as similar visions of the two of them as wrinkly old men together flashed through Reza’s head. They dissipated quickly as Shane’s fingers hit their mark, everything inside of him sliding further into pleasure. Reza suddenly couldn’t see Shane as anything but the sculpted hottie he was now. That sense of wanting him for forever didn’t fade in the slightest, though -- he wanted to be eighty and still doing this, and still seeing that sexy adonis in his mind’s eye, because love didn’t give a shit about age. “I know I will be,” he murmured, his eyelids getting heavier as he rolled his hips against Shane’s hand. His body was practiced at this by now, but the warmup was always still hot. “I’m only leaving if you want me to, and you won’t.” He sounded perfectly confident about that -- how could Shane possibly fall out of love with him now?
"I won't," Shane agreed quietly and maybe that's what everyone thought when they were in love and excited about a person, but he felt like he knew that however long his life was going to be, he was going to spend it with Reza. He sure as hell didn't want it without him, that was for sure. Right now he was far more interested in rubbing his sweet spot and seeing his eyes get hazy than he was in thinking about it all too deeply, his cock already aching for that heat he could feel with his fingers. He could feel Reza's pleasure ramping up as much as he saw it in his gaze and it gave him a rush of power and satisfaction. "I wanna fuck your brains out," he whispered. "Ask me to."
Shane’s fingers were talented, but they were nothing without those sexy mind games he was so fucking good at. Reza’s skin flushed under the weight of that heated stare, and a physical shiver ran through him at Shane’s demand. He licked his lips and tried to hold out for a few seconds, wanting to playfully resist showing just how badly he wanted that too. His body was more than ready to be spread open by the hot velvet of Shane’s cock, and he wanted his man’s face and mouth closer to his, so he could watch the pleasure bloom in his eyes and taste him as much as he wanted. Reza gave a soft little whine and rocked his hips hungrily again. “Please fuck my brains out, Shane,” he finally murmured. “Please, I need you inside me ...”
Need was such a strong word and Shane connected to it strongly because yes, he needed this too, needed all of Reza to be his and needed to hear him say it in that purring voice of his. He relaxed and followed Reza's movement for a few seconds before he pulled his fingers out and moved into place, hoisting Reza's legs up and holding them pinned between his flanks and arms as he idly dragged his cock along his ass. "You're so fucking hot," he drawled before actually pushing inside of him, going slow so that he could really enjoy every second of the way Reza's body closed around him and seemed to pull him in. "You like that?"
Reza grunted softly as Shane folded his body, relaxing into it. He immediately felt a little breathless at the sensation of warm skin rubbing against him, and he outright gasped as Shane’s cock started to stretch him. Lashes fluttering, Reza let out a helpless moan before he could form real words. “Fuck yeah, I do,” he breathed, forcing his eyes to focus up on Shane’s face again. Reza wet his lips and bit into the bottom one, arching his upper back a bit as he played with his nipples with one hand, half because it felt good and half because he knew it looked even better. Shane always just made him want to preen and pose, especially when they were fucking. He groaned softly and shifted his hips to encourage him deeper.
Shane was a very visual creature so he appreciated the way Reza looked while he was getting fucked as much as he appreciated how he felt - and right now he looked and felt delicious as hell. The sight of those slender fingers toying with his nipples was a work of art all on its own and that look Reza gave him when he could force his eyes open seemed to burn its way straight into Shane's heart. It was a maddening chaos of love and lust that consumed him as he pushed in as deep as he could go, holding himself there as he leaned down to flick his tongue against one of those pert nipples. "I fucking love it," he groaned, his cock throbbing almost pointedly at the statement, urging him to start moving.
His fingers slipped into Shane’s hair when he dipped down, and Reza whined softly as his tongue elicited more sparky pleasure in Reza’s body. He felt so surrounded and owned and sexy and perfect, he wished he could bottle this experience up to get high on whenever he wanted. Not that Reza was deprived or anything -- if Shane was around, chances were good he was happy to indulge him. That raw edge to his voice made Reza’s insides clench and flutter, and he let out a sharper sort of noise as Shane really started to thrust. “I fucking love you,” he breathed, pulling at Shane’s hair and jaw so he could reach his mouth. “And I love you fucking me.”
Shane pulled back teasingly but only for a second, not very interested in depriving himself or Reza of kissing. "I love fucking you too," he murmured, his voice heavily laced with lust. "And I fucking love you." He kissed him between sentences, swooping down to brush their lips together in the same rhythm as he was starting up with his hips. It was almost automatic, a primal drive he couldn't resist and he felt oh so good to start actually fucking Reza. It was strange that for all the joking he did about orgies, this was enough. He'd found the one addiction he couldn't kick and he'd just been lucky it wasn't bad for him. "I even loved you fucking me," he whispered between nibbling on Reza's bottom lip. "I love everything about you."
They’d been drinking tonight, but Reza had stopped hours ago so he could drive, and he barely felt tipsy anymore ... but damn did Shane know how to make him feel lightheaded and high, without a single intoxicating substance. All he needed was words, sincere ones that meant the world to Reza. They were simultaneously sappy and an incredible turn on, making everything Shane was doing feel even better. Reza had figured that he would eventually really fall in love in his life, he’d just had no idea it could be like this. The motion of Shane’s cock immediately filled his core with fluttery, clenchy pleasure, and Reza moaned against Shane’s lips, his fingers gripping his upper arms like he needed to hang on. “I love you,” he breathed again, only half aware he was even saying it, his eyes heavy and hazy.
"I know," Shane whispered and it came off a little cocky but there was so much more to it. He knew he was loved, that was pretty damn big. It was easy to know he loved Reza, it was all there exploding right inside of him where he couldn't ignore it, but believing Reza loved him should take a lot of faith but it didn't. He could feel it almost as strongly as he did his own emotions. He'd faked plenty of things in the past and he knew how easy it could be to lie and lie, but this wasn't a lie, there was no way anyone could fake this and Reza had no reason to. Shane had been perfectly content to give him the world and then send him on his way for those first few weeks they were together, Reza really had nothing to gain here but his heart. For all the bad things that carnival had done, it had also given them a bout of painful honesty and it had only solidified these feelings and cleared the air of bad ones. He absolutely knew Reza loved him. He didn't want to make love to him though, not in the sappy sense, he wanted to fuck him, so he started working his hips more until he'd worked up to a rhythm that felt good, thrusting into that slick heat and reveling in the way Reza clung to him.
Reza’s brain wasn’t currently working at full capacity, but he knew in a more instinctual way what that ‘I know’ meant to Shane, how big of a deal this relationship really was. Whether it lasted or not, both of their lives had been forever impacted by each other. Reza knew for sure that he had changed and grown, and he hoped they stayed just as tangled together as they were now, pleasure and love flowing freely between them. And gods, there was so much pleasure at the moment. Reza rocked and moaned under Shane, his hands roaming restlessly one moment and clinging tight the next, drawing his knees up higher to get Shane’s cock in deep. He loved the mindless need of it, being so rooted in his own body where nothing mattered except his lover and how fucking good everything felt. Every brush of Shane’s warm skin against his aching cock sent sparkly pleasure racing through him, and Reza slipped into that space where he felt like he could do this until the sun came up.
Shane was in no rush to get to the finish line, it was all about the moment and about what felt good and when. Right now he just wanted to stay in this bliss with Reza, enjoy every subtle move of his body and those sweet sounds he made with that velvety soft voice of his. Reza was like sound embodied and that made sense given his magic, it wasn't just the audio itself or just his voice, it was the way he made Shane feel; like a really good song could, blasting from the speakers at such volume that it shook him to the core, like he could hear it with his whole body. That was Reza, he could feel him with his whole body and soul, encompassed by him in every way perceivable, obsessed and in love and reeling from pleasure. The fucking was easy, he was good at that, but this was so much more than just skill and practice. It felt cosmic in a way a good trip did.
Reza knew what magic felt like, and had since he was a kid, and Shane felt like magic to him. Not exactly, but it was like the same sort of vibration, just on a different frequency. Did everyone in love feel like this? It was hard to imagine so, but maybe every lover thought that. Whether they were unique in the world didn’t really matter though, what mattered was that Shane made him feel alive and gorgeous and special in ways he never had before. Sometimes he frustrated the shit out of Reza and drove him crazy, but even in those moments Reza never wanted to leave his side. He’d never cared for anyone like this, and he knew Shane felt the same, and now he really believed that both of them would do everything to make it work. Nothing felt more natural than these moments, with Shane surrounding him, filling him up both physically and emotionally, their breath mingling as their bodies moved together. Nothing had ever felt better, and he wanted it for the rest of his life.
Bodies didn't always agree with minds when it came to how long to last doing things. Shane was in great shape, that wasn't the problem, but he could feel how all this friction and heat was driving both of them closer to the finish line than he liked. It was a growing ache in his balls and tremors spreading out to his limbs making it harder and harder to just stay in the moment and rock against Reza comfortably. He could stop, take a little time out, let them cool down and then start again but... he just didn't want to. That growing pressure was like a siren's song, luring him to the edge and making him want to fling himself head first off that metaphorical cliff. Reza's cock felt so hot and hard in his grip that he was sure he was verging on pain much like he was and he switched up his technique to urge him on as he trailed breathless kisses against his neck.
Sometimes that release came too soon, sneaking up on him before he was ready, and sometimes Shane teased and denied him until he felt like he was going to burst with need, but most of the time it was this perfect timing that felt almost like a psychic connection between them on occasion. All of that tension had only just twisted into discomfort when Shane changed the tempo, and Reza’s pleasure spiked sharply. He clutched at Shane harder, gasping and whimpering for a few seconds until he peaked and cried out, his back arching under his lover’s body. Reza’s cock throbbed hard in Shane’s grip as his hips shuddered, his body clenching rhythmically around that pumping force inside of him. It was complete bliss, and Reza was happy to be completely lost in it for that lovely moment.
At some point Shane barely needed to move, he just let Reza's orgasm lead his own, pushing deep into that throbbing heat and letting go. Reza coming remained the sexiest thing he'd ever known, the sounds he made, the sounds he distorted, the way his body moved - it was all perfect and Shane did love it when he had the wherewithal to actually hold back and just watch and enjoy it. Tonight was not one of those nights but that was okay; he was a participant, not an audience, right there in the thick of it with his man, letting those waves of pleasure swing them around together. He was by no means quiet through it, his voice tangling with Reza's just like their bodies tangled together and he was reeling from the bliss, biting Reza's neck almost automatically as he pumped his load into him and used Reza's cum to slick his cock up more and stroke him through the afterglow.
It was all overwhelmingly good, and Reza forgot his own name and that the outside world existed at all. There was nothing in his brain but pleasure and intense love and Shane. Gods, his fiery man sounded and felt and was so fucking amazing, it was almost too much sometimes. Reza was never able to even describe the carnal satisfaction he got when Shane filled him up like this. The bite and the way Shane kept stroking him made him bark a cry and squirm against the bed, his hips trying to pull away from the overstimulation that he still loved, he just couldn’t keep still through it. Reza’s fingers dug into Shane’s back as he gasped and whined, his whole body feeling like one big exposed nerve ending for what felt like forever. Then the tide of bliss started to pull back again, and his body relaxed more, into a different sort of pleasure. “Just ... fuck me every fucking day, oh my god ...” he mumbled fuzzily.
"Not a problem," Shane replied breathlessly, finally letting go of Reza and shifting his weight to both arms to better relax against him. "You're pretty fucking tempting." He huffed softly and snuck lazy kisses on the skin nearest to his lips, not feeling like moving much now that he was all spent. "Happy fourth of July, baby," he added with a titter and idly rolled his hips as emphasis. "Good end to a good day." He could feel Reza's body relaxing and it seemed to have a soothing effect on his own as much as the post orgasm glow did, making him want to sprawl out all tangled with Reza.
Reza made a noise that was caught between a titter and a grunt at that final push of his cock. He smoothed his hands down to squeeze Shane’s ass. “Happy fourth,” he muttered through a dopey grin. It felt like Shane had once again stolen all of his bones and he was just melting straight into the mattress. He languished in it for a long few moments, his arms lazily draped around Shane, but his body eventually started to get itchy and ready to move ... just not terribly fast. “Let’s get clean and go to bed,” he sighed with obvious contentment. Reza was more than ready to put a snuggly cherry on top of the day and doze off in his lover’s arms. They were really living a charmed life lately, and he intended to enjoy every minute of it.
"Pick a room," Shane replied and slowly pulled out, sneaking another lazy kiss on Reza's lips before getting off him. Now that he was cooling off he couldn't help but think of Shan and wonder if she was okay with her grouchy husband. He'd have to text her the next day and check up on her, but not in any obvious ways of course. Nobody liked meddling and her problems were not his. Still, they were kind of friends now, business partners even, it wasn't fully none of his business. He didn't feel particularly worried though, still riding a high from the sex and the booze as he offered Reza a hand up from the bed and led him to the bathroom. He was looking forward to dozing off with him in a clean bed with brushed teeth and freshly showered bodies.