byflame (byflame) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2023-02-16 00:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | #july 2018, reza, reza x shane, shane |
Who: Reza & Shane
Where: Chicago
When: Thursday afternoon, 7/12
Warning: Turns NSFW
As much as Shane loved to travel, it felt weird to leave Point Pleasant behind again and he had the restless feeling that he might miss something if he was gone too long. It didn't make a whole lot of sense, their AIR plans were moving at a snail's pace and he didn't think anyone at AIR knew who they were or what they were up to. Still, it was old paranoia that so easily latched on and wouldn't let go. He was determined to have fun though, it was only a few days and Reza was right there with him so at least he didn't have to worry about him. The weather was nicer in Point Pleasant at the moment so that made coming here a little less fun but for Shane it wasn't the heat that bothered him, just the humidity. "Welcome home," he groaned sarcastically as they headed for their cab then smiled when he felt some of the air around him freshen - the perks of dating a witch. Thank you he mouthed with a lazy grin and let their cab driver deal with their luggage as he and Reza got in the car.
"Thursday night in the big city," he said when they were on their way. "I should probably stop by Firelight, even if we don't party. Or maybe not, I have a feeling Mannie might kill me if I see him.”
Shane’s voice dripped with sarcasm, but Reza was genuinely pleased to be back in Chicago. He knew they weren’t staying too long and didn’t want to, but it was exciting to be somewhere that actually felt like it was moving and alive. Point Pleasant had a weird rotten core, but the surface could be downright sleepy. He was stoked to have shopping and restaurants and family within reach again. Reza was smiling as he settled into the cab, resting his hand on Shane’s thigh. “Would he kill you even with an audience? I could go with you,” he offered, not even sure if that had been the original plan or not. “Might as well get it over with, right?” Though now that he thought about it, he didn’t even know if the business bringing Shane back to Chicago was related to Firelight.
"I did get him the funds to hire someone to take over for me so he should be chill," Shane said with a little shrug though he wasn't so sure about that. He'd absolutely planned to take Reza with him, they were traveling together so he didn't see any need in splitting up unless they had to. Reza might want to meet up with someone from his life without Shane and that was fine, but Shane only planned on meeting his lawyer alone and anything else he was willing to share with Reza. "But I haven't replied to his messages in a while so... Maybe he's not chill." He wrinkled his nose and slathered on his sweetest smile. Mannie knew he was unreliable so it likely wasn't a big deal. He'd give him some shit for it and then move on to something more fun. "Definitely come with me, I'll need a witness."
It was easy for Reza to forget just how flaky Shane could be, since he had immediate access to him so much of the time. It made him feel smug in a dumb sort of way, like he was the only VIP at Club Shane, the place everyone wanted to be. Of course, ignoring a business partner was very different than ignoring throngs of admirers, so there was that to bring him back down to earth. “Well we’re definitely freshening up at the hotel first, you don’t want to meet your maker like that,” he teased, shooting Shane a smirky glance. He looked just fine, but they’d just been on a plane for a while and Reza always felt compelled to get clean directly after flying. He leaned in closer to murmur, “Also if you’re gonna die, I want you and that gorgeous cock one more time.” Reza squeezed Shane’s thigh and smiled.
"You always want that cock," Shane teased him smugly but he could say the same. Reza's body drove him crazy in the best way and even if they weren't having sex, he wanted to be constantly touching him. He nuzzled against his side for just that, covering his hand with his own. "So while I go take care of shit tomorrow, you wanna sleep in or go somewhere? I can go early, then we have the rest of the day to ourselves."
Reza just hummed his agreement to the first part, turning his hand enough to catch a couple of Shane’s fingers with his own. The question made him purse his lips a bit and tilt his head back and forth in indecision. “I do love a good lie in in a nice hotel,” he said. “But I sleep in all the time, kind of seems like a waste to do it here. Maybe I’ll see if one of my sisters wants to have brunch ... unless you’d like to come too?” He gave Shane a sideways glance, a little smile curling his lips. He didn’t expect the answer to be yes, but he was still going to offer.
Shane made a soft, panicky sound in his throat but he was kidding - mostly - and after the initial wide eyed look of apprehension, he grinned again and shrugged. "You're already thinking way later than I was. I could be back in time for brunch." The thought of meeting Reza's family was still terrifying, but maybe meeting just his sisters at first would be easier. If he got along with them, he'd have more allies when he inevitably met Reza's parents. "I could probably be back around eleven, or we could do lunch," he added, though he hadn't really committed to actually involving Reza's sister in this plan.
He grinned and bit into his bottom lip for a second while he made an attempt not to look too excited. It wasn’t a guarantee, not yet. “Lunch might work,” Reza said as casually as he could. “I mean, we’ll do lunch regardless, but I’ll see what they’re up to, maybe they can meet us somewhere. Just something low key.” Bringing it up still felt a little like trying not to spook a wild deer, like he had to approach it sideways and move slowly. Maybe he would only call Farah to see if she was free, ease Shane into his family one person at a time. “You really think your thing won’t take more than a couple hours?”
"Yeah," Shane said with certainty that quickly faded as he actually thought about it. Shit happened, traffic most definitely happened. "I'll come to lunch either way," he said and decided then and there not to use this thing as an excuse not to show up if Reza actually invited his sisters. He didn't want to make a shitty impression and not showing up was one of the best ways to get someone to dislike you. "If your sisters are anything like you, I'll love them," he said and tried to find some bravado underneath the insecurity. "And if they're a lot like you, obviously they'll love me too."
“Exactly, see?” Reza said with a little laugh. That had been what he’d been trying to get Shane to believe for a while now, it was good to hear him say it even if he was just trying to psych himself up to do it. Reza squeezed his leg and dipped in to pepper a few kisses against his jaw and neck. “They will love you. Farah’s the most like me, Rabia is kind of big sister-y, but she’ll be nice.” Shane had surely faced down worse, even after his ordeal with AIR. Reza wished he knew how strong he was. But it was sweet that making a good impression meant so much to him, that he really cared what Reza’s family thought. It gave Reza more hope for their future. “And if they don’t fall in love with you immediately, they’re crazy and it won’t make me love you any less,” he added in a murmur.
That was really the only reassurance Shane truly needed, that Reza wouldn't see him in a new light through his family's eyes. It wasn't something he could promise, of course, things like that just happened, but he chose to believe it anyway. There was enough fatalistic shit going on in his head without adding this as well. "I'll hold you to that," he teased and snuck a kiss on Reza's cheek as he tried to replace the image in his head from a judgmental and disapproving family to a far less terrifying extension of Reza. By the time they got to the hotel they were talking about completely different things but it was hard to shake the thought of meeting at least a sister or two from his head. Maybe it was the proximity, they were in the same city. It was pretty clear he had to do it now, not just for Reza but to get it out of the way for himself as well. "Oh shit," he said as they walked through the hotel room door. "Tomorrow is Friday the thirteenth. Will that make it worse or better to meet your sisters for lunch?" It felt like a witchy kind of day, he'd never believed in the badness of it but a lot of people did - what if Reza's sisters did too?
Nobody could predict their feelings in the future, but Reza had never been extremely influenced by his family on such things. Otherwise he would’ve pretended to be straight for much longer than he did. His family had come around to accepting he was gay fairly quickly when he’d come out, but there had still been some angst about it, especially from his mother. All of that was years behind them now though, and even though Rabia often tried to give him relationship advice, none of them meddled too hard. Reza wasn’t concerned about them accepting Shane, as long as he could relax and engage with them. He knew that relaxing bit might be challenging, but he had all the faith that Shane would make a good impression. And maybe just meeting his sisters first would make it all easier. In the hotel room, he laughed a bit as he put his bags down and toed out of his shoes. “Nah, we don’t buy into that white people shit,” Reza teased with a grin, moving to pull Shane in close. Like there weren’t tons of superstitions in his own culture. “It’ll be fine. But if it makes anybody nervous, we can bump it to Saturday.”
Was it weird to laugh at 'white people shit' when he was himself white? Shane honestly didn't know, but all culture felt weird and alien to him and that included the one he'd been born into. "I don't know what's true and what isn't anymore," he admitted as he wrapped his arms around Reza and ducked his head to nuzzle his neck. "Magic is real, werewolves are real, maybe Friday the Thirteenth is real too. I don't remember having anything but fun on it though, people go a little wilder I guess? Rage against the superstition if they don't stay home. You're not the kind of guy who'd stay home, would you go extra hard?" He grinned, pulled back and cocked a brow at Reza because there was some suggestive tone to that question.
“You know me, always going extra hard,” Reza snickered, his hands sliding down to squeeze Shane’s ass. They both knew he was generally far more chill than that. “Nothing bad has ever happened to me on a Thirteenth that I know about, so ... if it’s real, it strikes randomly?” Shane had a point that a lot of incomprehensible things were actually real, but that seemed to be one of the least threatening ones. “I know you probably go wild though, huh?” he added, smirking a bit before he kissed along Shane’s jaw to return some of those neck nuzzles. Maybe after they’d had some food with one or both of his sisters, they could just turn it into a wild party day for themselves ... only drug-free because Shane was still keeping that promise to him.
Considering they'd run into each other at a sex club, Shane could very easily believe Reza went hard sometimes, he was just more chill now that they were so addicted to each other. He knew he was the worse one of the two of them of course and sometimes he worried that Reza had meant what he'd said at the carnival, that he was disgusted by his past, his sluttiness, the drugs - everything. It made their dumb truth and confession-filled moments afterwards actually feel good since they established that Reza didn't think that way and Shane clung to that. "You know I'm always wild," he murmured. "You just make me a lil more mellow." He snort-laughed as he brought his hands down to cup Reza's ass and pull him in tightly. "Okay no, you don't make me mellow. You just make it easier to be wild at home."
‘Wild’ was largely relative, Reza supposed. He was fairly socially adventurous and he did enjoy sex clubs sometimes, but he was picky about his partners and his drug use was always low key. Reza had always had a wide responsible streak. He laughed warmly himself as he draped his arms over Shane’s shoulders. “Hey, I am happy to give you your wild fix,” Reza murmured with a little grin. Early on he’d worried a bit that he would get boring to Shane, that he wasn’t wild enough, but the more Reza knew him, the more secure he felt. Shane needed a stabilizer in his life, and maybe Reza needed to be coaxed out of his comfort zone more often -- they balanced each other, so far. Reza gave him a nibbly kiss, pushing his ass back against Shane’s hands a bit. “How about being wild outside of home?” he asked, nuzzling their noses together. “Since we’re in a hotel room and all?”
"Oh, this is home for now," Shane said and he had a very firm policy of home being wherever he laid his head, a good example of someone having no roots to begin with. So hotels, temporary rentals - he'd never really felt like home was a thing but these days it felt like maybe it was a person. "But I'll happily get wild anywhere you want," he added, stealing a little kiss - and then another. "I'd totally get arrested for you, so worth it." It was probably a good thing Reza didn't want things that wild because if he did, Shane would be in a shitload of trouble. He'd follow him anywhere, do crazy things to keep him happy. He was absolutely in it now.
Reza tittered, grinning against Shane’s lips as he imagined challenging him to something relatively harmless that would get him arrested -- like streaking through a public place. Reza would probably risk some public sex under the right circumstances, but he had no desire to get caught by cops and get himself in trouble. “But if we both got arrested, who would bail us out?” he asked, dipping his head in to nip at Shane’s neck. Reza hooked his hand into the front of Shane’s jeans and backed up a few steps, pulling him along toward the bathroom. “Come wash the travel dirt off, so you can have your way with me.”
"If it's here or New York, we'll be fine," Shane drawled as he followed, letting Reza and his hips lead the way which kind of gave him a weird (and not so accidental) swagger. "They wouldn't hold us for long. Now, Point Pleasant? I can't make any promises there so if you wanna get a little crazy, now's the time." He wiggled his hips at Reza and raised a suggestive eyebrow before pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside. Hands free again, he moved to grab Reza by the hips, moving in again to nuzzle his neck when they made it to the bathroom.
“Mm, it’s easier to hide in a big city too, we can be fugitives for the weekend.” Reza’s tone made it sound like a leisure activity for people with too much money. He didn’t even manage to get his own shirt off before Shane was in his space again, but Reza melted into it anyway, tilting his head to the side with a soft sigh. He ran his own hands along Shane’s arms and shoulders, enjoying how his skin felt under his fingertips. “Have you ever actually done that?” he asked, smirking softly. “Not the getting arrested part, but doing the crime.” Reza tittered again. “And in a car doesn’t count, unless you’re parked like, on a busy street.”
"Oh, now you show your true colors," Shane said in a jokingly knowing manner. "You're trying to make me confess to all my crimes. You wearing a wire?" he patted Reza down, as if he hadn't already touched him thoroughly enough to know already. "Take off your shirt, show me you're not a snitch," he added with a grin, slipping his hands underneath the fine fabric of Reza's shirt, drinking in the way it felt to grip his naked skin. "Who are you working with? The feds? The CIA?" He couldn't really keep a serious face throughout this so it would never make a good roleplay but that was okay, they didn't need roleplay to keep things steamy.
“You’ll never make me talk,” Reza snickered, pushing playfully at Shane’s arms. As if he could ever want Shane to stop touching him. He leaned back a bit to peel his shirt up and off, then immediately came in close again to feel Shane’s body against his own. “See? No wires.” Reza grabbed Shane’s wrists to bring his hands to his chest so he could ‘check’ him more thoroughly. “I’m clean, and you should totally apologize for doubting me,” he added, grinning as he ran his hands over more of Shane’s bare skin. In all honesty, he was curious about all of Shane’s past, but he knew so much of it was traumatizing, so he wasn’t going to push for a real answer. Touching on him was much nicer.
"I don't know, you're wearing a lot more clothes," Shane told him and let his fingers trail down to Reza's hips, tugging gently at his pants. "I'm gonna have to inspect you more closely," he murmured as he found the buttons and started loosening them one by one. "And get you wet, just to make sure." If Reza asked him these questions seriously at a later time, he'd probably tell him all about it, but right now it was far more fun to turn it into a game and get Reza naked in the process. The fact they'd been on their way there anyway was beside the point.
Reza’s teeth sank into his bottom lip and he glanced down at what Shane’s fingers were doing, the gentle pulls on his pants giving him a happy flutter in his stomach. “I mean, if you really want to be sure, you might need to do a cavity search,” he murmured, his own fingers drifting lightly over Shane’s chest. It was silly, since a mic in his ass wouldn’t be able to pick up anything anyone could understand, but whatever, they were just flirting. Reza tweaked his nipples a bit before he reached to start undoing the front of Shane’s jeans as well.
Logic had no room in sexy banter and Shane grinned wolfishly as he nodded, ready to give Reza the most thorough cavity search, as if his dick really could seek out things and retrieve them. "Gotta be thorough," he agreed and leaned in close again as he slipped his hand under Reza's clothing, gently cupping his cock. "I'm gonna start here," he added before pressing their lips together, pressing his tongue between Reza's lips like he really was searching for something. It was always fun to explore his mouth but this time he had a task at hand, joking or not. He kissed him deeply, savoring the spit between them and running the tip of his tongue along Reza's teeth before pulling back again. "Hm, you're hiding it all really well, aren't you," he drawled, loving the way Reza's cock kept filling out in his grip.
God, that grin was going to be the death of him. Reza’s breath hitched when Shane touched him so intimately, his insides getting a little melty. He made a soft sound when their mouths met, his own tongue moving forward to meet Shane’s, teasing at it while he was well searched. It never took much for Shane to turn him on, but that sort of kiss was like an instant shot of lust right to his veins. Reza sucked his bottom lip into his mouth as Shane pulled back, his eyes already hazy. The warm pressure of Shane’s hand against his cock was tantalizing, and he couldn’t help but rock his hips a bit to get more of it. “What can I say, I’m good at everything I do,” he murmured, giving a little smirk. Reza tugged Shane’s jeans open but didn’t delve his hand inside yet, rubbing at his bulge through the denim instead. “Or maybe you just suck at looking.”
Shane gasped in an exaggerated way, though expression remained mostly the same and his gaze stayed fixed on Reza's lips. "A challenger appears," he murmured and gave Reza's cock a little squeeze before he let go and grabbed him by the hips instead, playfully spinning him around with some manhandling. "Bend over and spread'em," he teased, pushing his groin against Reza's ass, his grip not so tight that Reza couldn't actually turn around again if he wanted to. They did want to shower and he hadn't forgotten that, but he was feeling playful and so was Reza so the shower could wait a minute. "If there's something to find, I'll find it," he all but purred against his ear. "And if I don't, the water will cut your signal." He tilted his head to get a better look at Reza's face, grinning at him. "Drop your pants."
Being manhandled by Shane always gave him the flutters, and this was no different. Reza tittered and put a hand out against the bathroom wall to better keep his balance. Shane was strong though, and it was hot to know his man could catch him if he needed to. Ripples of tingles ran down his neck and back from that murmur in his ear, and he bit his lip again, inhaling sharply. Reza reached one hand up and back to stroke Shane’s hair, fingers clenching briefly as he looked at him out of the corner of his eye. “Make me,” he challenged, grinning back a bit. Reza pushed his ass back against Shane’s crotch, kind of wanting more of those big strong hands on him. He didn’t feel at his freshest for sex, but the shower was literally right there, they could move into it at any point.
"Resisting arrest," Shane drawled though that had nothing to do with their scenario. He clucked his tongue and grabbed Reza's hand, bringing it back down to the other to lock his wrists in his grip. "Make you, you say." With his free hand he reached down lower, loosening the rest of the buttons on Reza's pants before tugging at them to get them down. "I can do that." Physically, he knew he was stronger than Reza so he could put up a little bit of a fight if he wanted to and Shane could take him but if things were actually serious, he could easily take care of himself so that was reassuring too. Reza was a lot stronger than Shane mentally and magically, they balanced each other out nicely. "You always such a brat?" he asked with a little grin, brushing his nose against the side of Reza's hair. Reza might not feel very fresh, but he smelled good and Shane didn't really care beyond that.
He gave a too-delighted laugh when Shane seized his wrists, pulling just enough to feel the resistance, heat rushing up his chest into his neck and cheeks. It was so dumb -- Shane was the cop now? -- but it was fun and playfully sexy that was what mattered more. He’d always found the difference in their physical prowess pretty fucking hot, and he enjoyed feeling it from time to time. Reza also very much enjoyed being forcibly stripped, moving his legs to help his pants fall so he could step out of them. “Only to people who deserve it,” he countered, tugging again on Shane’s grip on him. Reza was smirky as he said it, kind of getting into the idea of being ‘put in his place’ now. “You love it, don’t lie.”
Shane didn't know or care what he was playing, he just liked gripping Reza like that, loved feeling the strain of muscle as Reza pulled back, knowing he was loving it just as much as Shane was. "Nah, I hate it," he said but the grin was audible in his voice. "I just want to punish the fuck out of you for wasting my time, punk." He tittered as he pressed his face against Reza's neck again and breathed him in, his free hand cupping Reza through his boxers. "But maybe... Maybe I can have a little fun with you, make it worth my time." He gave him a little squeeze, humming softly. "No wires here. Only one more place to look."
Being called a punk made Reza snicker, but Shane’s hand made it die in his mouth fairly quickly. He pressed his lips together against a moan, his cock growing rock hard against Shane’s palm. “You bastard,” he grunted, pulling against the grip on his wrists again, still with no intention of actually breaking free. “I told you I’m clean. Don’t start shit with me you don’t want to finish.” He pushed his ass back against Shane again, a completely different message, but he knew they were on the same page. Reza gave a hard squirm, both to test out Shane’s grip and just to feel the strength of the arms around him.
"Oh, I'm gonna finish," Shane said slyly. "Question is, are you?" Even with Reza playfully struggling against him, it was so easy to maneuver him and Shane turned him around again, pushing him up against the nearest wall and pinning his wrists above his head. He pressed his knee between his thighs, contently grinding his crotch against his hip. "You gonna get under the water like a good boy or am I gonna have to drag you in there?" He wasn't sure where he wanted to take this spontaneous roleplay but that really depended on Reza's answer. Maybe he'd delay the shower and take his time with him instead.
The thigh in his crotch made Reza whimper, and his hands curled into fists against the wall. He felt that shift inside himself from playful into something hotter, more molten in his gut. He returned the grinding, his cock aching for more attention already. He didn’t really know or care where they were going with this, Reza knew he was going to enjoy any outcome that didn’t involve Shane just leaving him horny and frustrated. “I don’t think you can make me come, so that’s an easy question,” Reza countered, his voice a little huskier now. Of course he knew better from lots of experience, but he was trying to be defiant when all he wanted to do was completely melt against Shane. “I’m not doing a damn thing you say.”
The last thing Shane wanted to do was wrestle in the shower, that just sounded like bad news and possible dumb injuries. "That's how it's gonna be, huh?" he murmured, loving that change in Reza's voice, fully proving he didn't need to cast magic for a sound to go straight to Shane's dick. "Alrighty then," he added with a little more gusto, pushing his thigh harder against Reza's cock before abruptly turning him around again and pulling him up against his body, wrapping his arms around him in a deadlock. He didn't really wrestle people often lately, but it was easy to drag Reza back out of the bathroom and toward their hotel bed, especially considering he wasn't really struggling to break free.
They went in an unexpected direction, Reza had thought Shane would just muscle him into the shower, but he went the other way instead, throwing Reza off balance at first. It was exciting. He struggled just enough as they moved, his heart starting to race. With anybody else it might have been scary, but Reza trusted Shane completely. He could tap out of this little role play at any time. It was kind of fun to slip into a different skin on occasion, a different dynamic. He went where Shane took him, and not having much choice about it was delicious.
It would have been a lot of fun to have an actual dungeon to drag him to and Shane kind of missed that sex swing at the club they'd had fun at that one time, but any horizontal surface would do and the bed was right there for them. He didn't know how deep Reza wanted to go into their little game but he knew that details could get frustrating so as soon as he had Reza on the bed and had managed to straddle his waist, he leaned down with a menacing little grin. "If you scream and someone comes for you, I'll hurt them and it'll be your fault." It could go either way, Reza might scowl at him or he might laugh - or he might enjoy it, Shane didn't really care what happened next, he was just going with it and holding Reza's wrists so tightly and pinning him to a bed was already tickling his darker side in fantastic ways.
Reza grunted when his back hit the bed, his boxers tented up as Shane climbed over him. His build had always been lean and wiry, and being called skinny his whole life had always bothered him on some level. He’d never really enjoyed being physically overpowered by a lover, like it was a reminder he was seen as weak ... until Shane came along, apparently. Reza found himself really fired up by all of this, and his hips arched by instinct, his cock aching for any pressure or friction it could find. “What if I scream and no one comes?” he asked breathlessly, his eyes dark and intent on Shane’s face. He could soundproof the room easily, even from his current position, they could be as loud as they wanted to be. “Would you like that, you sick fuck?” One side of Reza’s mouth quirked up a tiny bit.
"If you scream and nobody comes, I'll just hurt you," Shane promised. "And shove something down your throat to keep you quiet." Not his dick though, Reza would never hurt him of course but in the fantasy it was dumb to stick his cock between hostile teeth. He could feel Reza's erection rubbing against his thigh and he made sure to move more than he really needed to, just to give it more friction. "And you'll have noone to blame but yourself," he all but purred, ducking down to lick at Reza's chest. "Coming in here all sexy like that, trying to blow my cover." He licked him again, this time circling his nipple with the tip of his tongue.
His back arched and his breath caught, his eyes fluttering closed. His nipples reacted immediately to Shane’s tongue, going taut and hard like his cock while goosebumps raced over his skin. The position and the way Shane helped him grind against him would be hot enough, but he was a little surprised at just how much this spontaneous roleplay turned him on. “I can take a lot down my throat,” he murmured, pushing against Shane’s hold on his wrists. “You don’t know shit about what I’m trying to do, you haven’t even found a wire yet.” He rolled his body under Shane to give a small attempt at bucking him off, though he was really more interested in relishing how well he was pinned.
"Yet," Shane growled. "And you should be careful what you say to me, I might wanna test you on it." He liked the way Reza tried to buck him off, even if it was pretty obvious he wasn't putting his full strength behind it, or maybe especially because of it. Shane had never been one for violence - despite evidence to the contrary - especially not sexual violence, but playing around was different and the effects it was having on Reza just spurred him on to keep it a bit dark. "I'm gonna squeeze every secret out of you and if I let you walk outta here, you're gonna be a changed man." He used the next roll of Reza's body to his advantage, letting go of his wrists to wrestle him to his stomach and pressing down against him again to hold him in place. "Let's see what you're hiding."
Shane was far better at the banter and empty threats than Reza, so it was probably just as well that he was sinking into a more mindless place. He fought back a bit harder than he’d been bucking as Shane turned him over, but ultimately he ended up on his front, his hands up near his head, fisting in the sheets. The muscles in his back felt tense and his heart was racing, but with adrenaline and lust more than any real fear of course. Knowing he was actually safe with Shane was what made any of this hot. “Fuck you,” was all he could really think to say at the moment. Reza did have the presence of mind to flex his will and put up a sound barrier around them, just in case he did get loud. Shane was familiar with his pain limits by now, and he definitely wasn’t opposed to taking some of it tonight, especially in this context.
All it took was a change in tone and Shane would back right off. They'd never established a safe word as such but they didn't need one, he'd never felt interested in bringing Reza to a place where he'd beg him to stop for real. Things were far more playful between them and he liked it that way. "Think you got that the wrong way around," he said with a little grin and he did have some experience with a heavier kind of roleplay than this so the words came easy, the only difference was that he was actually enjoying this and the banter came easily. It was kind of funny to be in that split state of mind, all the love was still there and he wasn't going to hurt Reza, but at the same time there was that predatory feeling that was tight in his gut, making him feel powerful and urging him to ravish the body in front of him. He sank his fingers into the flesh of Reza's ass with a happy little growl then reached in his pocket for the small vial of lube he'd stashed there earlier. "Anyone ever searched you there?" he asked, biting his lip as he let his gaze roam restlessly over Reza's beautiful body. "You know how to relax?"
There weren’t a lot of spots on his body to squeeze like that, and Reza’s cock throbbed a little at the feel of Shane’s fingers digging into his asscheek. He kind of wanted to feel the sting of his palm cracking down on it too, but he felt sure Shane would get to that. Maybe once he was balls deep inside of him. Knowing that was coming made his gut-flutters intensify. He couldn’t get enough of his man’s cock at home, and taking it like this was going to be extra intense. “Like you give a shit,” he spat back, his head turning a bit to speak over his shoulder. “I can take anything you’ve got to give me, pencil dick.” It was a ridiculous insult, they both knew Shane was well hung, and if they hadn’t already been having so much sex, he would’ve struggled to take it. Reza squirmed a bit more under Shane’s weight, trying to wiggle away but not really.
"Never said anything about my dick," Shane said. "But if that's what you want..." He was honestly glad Reza wasn't getting too into this and struggling hard because getting lube on his fingers while holding him down was quite the task and might have gotten ridiculous if he really had to tackle Reza too. Within seconds he was slipping those fingers inside of him, reveling in that feeling of conquest and the way Reza's ass gripped him tightly. "You take it better than I thought," he growled, resting more of his weight on Reza's body as he leaned down over him to nibble on his shoulder. "Guess you've done this before."
The sound Reza made was deep and rusty, and it echoed in the room just the tiniest bit. It hurt a little, probably just because of how tense he was, but in a way that made him relish the burn. It was just the right amount of hard to breathe with Shane’s weight on him, and Reza arched just to push up into it, a shudder running through him. He might not have been struggling to hard, but he was definitely into it -- he felt kind of filthy and raw, almost not himself anymore, and it felt surprisingly good. “Taking down assholes like you,” he muttered, the words louder than they ought to be. Reza lined them with plenty of sarcasm, but a brief smile crossed his face too. “I’m the only one who can take a big enough microphone.”
Shane almost laughed, it was just too good a line, but he managed to smother it for the play and with the help of being too damn horny to actually let humor get in the way. "Bet you can," he murmured, mirth in his eyes and tone even as he tried to stay in character. Sexy, smart and funny, his boy really was the whole package. "Let's see how big you can go," he said, glad his jeans were already unbuttoned so that was less hassle to deal with. He kind of wished he was already as naked as Reza but the jeans did lend to the mood of the roleplay; he had more clothes on, the denim rubbing against Reza's skin whenever he moved. It felt powerful. He wiggled his fingers inside of him, drawing them out and pushing them back in. "Put that thing in real deep, huh?" he drawled, two fingers pressed in deep and hooked up to find Reza's sweet spot.
The whole thing was objectively ridiculous and funny and only hot because they had a lot of trust and couldn’t get enough of each other in any context. Reza liked that Shane still had his jeans on too, it made it easier to lean into the vulnerability of the scenario. Of course, Shane made that easy too when his fingers were probing so fucking deep. He pressed against Reza’s prostate and drew another guttural moan out of him, the sound more amplified and echoing than a moment ago. Now that his magic was extended at all, it was getting harder to control completely. Shane just had that effect on him. He couldn’t resist squirming a bit, lifting his hips and pushing back some as his body started to feel more antsy and demanding. “Are you gonna fuck me, or just keep talking?” he nearly growled, his voice rusty.
God that was hot and Shane grinned again, this time with appreciation and open hunger. "Greedy," he tutted softly and pushed his jeans down just enough to free his cock from the confines of his boxer briefs. He was about to get those clothes messy but he didn't care about mess right now and he didn't have to worry about running out of clothes here. It was liberating, not to have to worry about things like that, especially when he remembered it once was a big, fucking deal. This here was life of luxury and Reza brought it up to eleven. He didn't hurry despite Reza's words and his own growing impatience, Reza still felt a little tense and Shane wanted a lot more lube before he got going so he raised himself up and poured some more of the lubrication onto Reza's ass, rubbing his fingers in it when he pulled them out, pushing it back in. He then dribbled some on his own cock and put the bottle away to free his hand to stroke himself, enjoying the view until he felt like Reza was loose enough for him. "Easy does it," he murmured as he pulled his fingers out again, leaning back over Reza as he positioned his cock against him. "You gonna open up for me, baby?"
Reza groaned through the rest of Shane’s prep work, pleasure shuddering up his spine as those long fingers invaded his body again. At least now he knew Shane’s cock was next, he wasn’t going to keep teasing him. All of it felt so good, but that impatience was growing inside of Reza too. He gave an involuntary whine as the tip of Shane’s cock pressed against sensitive skin, hot and smooth and tantalizing. He pushed back against it, groaning again as his ass started to relax even further to take it, as if to answer Shane’s question for him. Even though his body probably needed to go easy, he wanted more heat and pressure and fullness and Shane. He wanted that strong body pressed against his back, to feel Shane rut against him while he held him down. Reza reached one hand back to grip Shane’s thigh, his fingers digging into the denim. “Please,” he moaned, unable to help himself. How could Reza concentrate on their little roleplay when he felt halfway out of his mind with lust? He was aching to be taken.
It was easy to stick to the game while he felt in control, but Shane's control started to slip the moment he pushed his cock inside Reza, feeling him so tight and hot around it. That desperate plea only fueled his lust and he pressed his body down on him, grinding his hips and nibbling on Reza's shoulder. "Oh yeah, you can take it," he groaned and moved to nuzzle Reza's neck. "Fuck, you can take it. You're mine. All mine." None of that was in character, he felt heavily possessive of Reza at moments like these when there was no space for doubt or amazement in his mind. This was where he was powerful and desirable, this was where he had no damn problems at all and the way Reza writhed and moaned under him only boosted his confidence.
It was hard for Reza to feel anything but completely rooted in his body, nothing but a collection of screaming, moaning nerve endings. At the moment nothing mattered but the thick cock filling his ass and the rest of the man on top of him, giving him exactly what he needed. He was Shane’s, all Shane’s, and right then he felt deliciously used, like all he had to do was be a sheath for his man’s cock and not have to think about anything at all. He kept his hand on Shane’s thigh, needing to hold onto something besides sheets to ground him, breathing hard already. “Yeah,” he panted, his spine tingling as the sounds they were making together got amplified in the magical bubble. “Yeah, give it to me.”
There was no way Shane could have stayed in character as some bad guy when all he felt at the moment was lust and so much love for Reza it was like it was trying to burn out of his body. He kept nuzzling and suckling on his skin, his thrusts automatic at this point, the jeans tight around his thighs making him feel a little dirty in a delicious way. "You got it baby," he panted. "All of it." All of me, he might as well have said, he was more than eager to give Reza everything he wanted and at a moment like this he would have said yes to pretty much anything, his body singing with pleasure, the sounds they made between them echoing and vibrating back down on him, full of Reza's magic.
Reza certainly felt like he was getting all of Shane at the moment, his body and all of his senses full of his man. He got lost in it for a while, helpless to do anything but pant and writhe and take those thrusts while the pressure built in his core. Shane knew exactly how to drive him crazy, and before too long Reza’s hips were rocking, desperate to draw Shane in as deep as he could while he rubbed his throbbing cock against the bed. The friction felt just on the edge of good enough to make him come, further winding him up inside. The way things were going though, he might not even need anything outside of the relentless rubbing of Shane’s cock against his prostate. It felt deliciously out of Reza’s control, all of his pleasure in Shane’s hands.
Shane didn't often let himself be fully selfish during sex, but he did now - partially holding onto that part of the roleplay. They both knew he wouldn't leave Reza hanging but as he considered giving Reza more friction, he decided against it. He was going to let himself come just like this and if Reza didn't follow - well, it wasn't like he had to stop. Chasing his own climax consumed his mind and while it wasn't like he wasn't thinking of Reza at all, he was more moving for himself for the time being, keeping the strokes just right to get his body shaking with need, the whole of his body feeling like it wanted to melt into Reza. "You're so fucking good, baby," he grunted, his words somewhat muffled by Reza's skin. "You're the best."
The words were like a caress all down his spine with the altered sound around them, and Reza gave a helpless moan in response. It felt so good to be taken, owned, used in a way that still seemed so adoring, like he was something to be treasured. Shane only reinforced it with all the praise, the pretense of conflict gone now. “Fuck, it’s so good,” he panted, his usual vocabulary mostly lost in the moment. Reza could feel all the shaking tension in Shane’s body, how rock hard he was inside of Reza, and he knew he was getting closer. Luckily he also knew that Shane coming didn’t mean they were done. “God, I wanna feel you come in my ass, fill me up, baby.” He wasn’t trying to rush Shane, just gas him up even more, make him pound harder until he lost control.
It worked like a charm and Shane moaned again into his ear as he kept moving, happily lost in the sensation. "Yeah, you want that, baby?" he groaned. "Fuck." Words were so unimportant right then but he still liked hearing Reza's voice, whether he was talking or moaning - it always did something to Shane, his favorite drug. "I'm so fucking close," he whispered breathlessly and if he wasn't so close and riding so high, he would have been tempted to switch up their position so that Reza was facing him. Not yet though, not nearly yet. He still had some minutes in him - not many, but a few - and he let himself get lost in it again, groaning sweet nothings in Reza's ear until his words completely failed him. He didn't even know how close Reza was and usually he was pretty tuned in to that, but it didn't really matter. His own climax came crashing in, making him shudder and moan and he pushed in deep, holding still in Reza's body as he gave him what he'd asked for.
Reza let it all carry him along like a river, constantly thinking he was only two or three more thrusts away from exploding, but never quite getting there. It was a fucking delicious edging, and he could feel the little pool of precum under the head of his cock, adding a bit of slickness to all the rubbing he was doing against the bed. Shane’s voice in his ear was intoxicating, the sound effects in the room making it even richer, until it made his whole back tingle and his balls throb. Reza moaned and gasped along with him when he came, loving every second of those deep pulses inside of him. He could never get enough of Shane’s pleasure, it felt so satisfying, even when he was barely responsible for it. Knowing Shane was going to keep fucking him with his cum added to the lube made him feel filthy in the best sort of way. Because Reza wasn’t done with him yet, that was for certain.
"You didn't think I was done, did you?" Shane groaned when he caught his breath, still slowly moving his hips as he came down from his climax. "Not done with you." He changed up their position a little, nudging Reza's legs apart and then hoisting him up by the hips, pulling his ass flush against his groin, pushing his cock in deep and holding still, loving the tightness and how he could still practically hear their heartbeats in their little magical bubble. "Nah, not done with you," he repeated in a content drawl, letting go of Reza only to spit in his hand and bring it around to start stroking his cock. "Think I'm keeping you," he said, his voice still low and raspy. "Just gonna fuck you for fucking ever." He started moving again, grinding against him, slowly drawing his cock out a little to push it in deep again.
He couldn’t tell what was roleplay and what was just the truth anymore, but Reza was more than fine with that when Shane was saying and doing such delicious things to him. He desperately wanted Shane to keep him and fuck him forever, especially at moments like these when he felt so full and owned. He shifted his knees as Shane pulled his ass up, letting his back curve into it and re-bracing his upper body. Reza groaned deep and loud when Shane’s slick hand wrapped around his cock, a shudder of pleasure rolling through him. His body felt so taut and trembly already, his cock edged and leaky, and while he felt desperate for release on one hand, on the other he wasn’t ready for this to be over. “Not gonna get to fuck me for long if you’re not careful,” he protested breathlessly. Reza squirmed a bit against him and moaned again. “Not too fast ... please ...”
Shane wasn't sure where the line between play and reality was either. The reality was he was definitely keeping Reza - no maybe there - but the rest could go either way. He let out a pleased and somewhat amused hum at Reza's words but he kept it slow for now, letting it last, enjoying the way Reza seemed caught in a limbo of near-climax. "I've got you, baby," he murmured and then thought maybe a very short break wouldn't be a bad thing for both of them - just long enough to change positions. It was a great idea but it felt hard to actually do it, he didn't want to pull out, didn't want to shuffle around, just wanted to stay put and keep Reza trembling in his grip. It could wait, he'd rather spent a minute or two like this, just grinding slowly, listening to Reza moaning, watching him arch and squirm against him.
Reza believed Shane had him in every sense, and it felt so hot to hear, and everything was molten bliss for a while. He lost all track of time and sense of himself, reduced to nothing but a body drowning in pleasure. Shane skillfully kept him right on the edge, and it felt incredibly easy to give complete control of his pleasure to his man and relax into just enjoying it. Sex with Shane had been electric from the very beginning, but it had only gotten better the more they learned each other. Reza absolutely trusted Shane to blow his mind, and so far he’d never been disappointed. His noises got more frequent and loud, until he was gasping and groaning helplessly with every breath, every slow drag of Shane’s hand sending shudders through his slim frame. He felt like he was seconds away from coming for what seemed like hours, totally lost to it all.
Shane loved fucking him in this post-orgasmic clarity where he could take his time and play his body the way he wanted to. He was in no rush to get anywhere and he didn't have to fight back on his own climax. It was all about Reza right now and it felt almost like a game to keep him in just the right headspace and not let him get too hot or too cold. It wasn't edging, Shane didn't dare edge him again unless he explicitly asked for it, but it was the closest thing he could safely do; drown him in pleasure and revel in all the ways he could get him to react. The timing felt right eventually and he started stroking him with more purpose, angling his cock just right. "You gonna come for me, baby?" he murmured hotly against his shoulder. "Or do you want me to stop?" He couldn't help that little tease, as if he could stop now. Reza's pleasure was every bit as addictive as his own and right now Reza seemed soaked in it.
“No, fuck, fuck, don’t stop,” Reza panted, his body shaking and his hands fisted in the sheets. Shane was brilliant at making him ride that delicious line without pushing it into frustrating territory, once that line had been set down. Reza was so grateful, because he felt unspeakably good at the moment, right on the edge of explosion. A few seconds later he was there, flying over the peak. He turned his face to cry out into the mattress, though the sound emanated out in waves in the bubble he had around them. Being quiet wasn’t the priority, just the pressure against his face. He convulsed between Shane’s cock and his hand, losing control of everything as his system was overwhelmed with sharp bright pleasure. His cock jumped and throbbed, going incredibly sensitive almost immediately, and Reza’s body tried to pull back from the stimulation, but he was so deliciously trapped right where he was.
Shane picked up on some of that and some sadistic glee told him to keep stroking him until it hurt, but there was that precious line he didn't want to cross so he at least loosened his grip and stopped moving his hand, keeping it loose just to feel the way Reza's cock throbbed in his grip. "That's my good boy," he groaned, his free hand moving to stroke Reza's back and hip in smooth circles and he couldn't help but keep moving his hips a little, his own pleasure still at a good high, though it was different from before his climax. "Fuck, you're so beautiful like that." And he was, even if Shane couldn't see his face. His position looked almost submissive and the way he was squirming sent a happy twitch through Shane's cock.
It felt pretty submissive to have such an intense orgasm wrung out of him like that, but Reza certainly wasn’t complaining. Shane made him enjoy submitting, every single time. The loosening of his hand was a physical relief, even though the greediest part of him wanted to ride that pleasure-wave forever. He knew it didn’t work like that, he was just addicted to what his man did to his body. Reza panted and moaned helplessly, his body slumping toward the mattress a bit more, his cock still twitching against Shane’s palm. His other hand felt good too, pulling some of his system’s focus away from the intense sensations in his cock. And Shane was still so hard inside of him, still rubbing deliciously against his prostate. He groaned into the mattress again before turning his head again for fresh air. “God, you feel so good, you make me come so hard,” he breathed.
"You make it easy," Shane all but purred at him, still stroking his skin in slow circles everywhere he could reach. "You're worth it." He didn't move just yet, giving Reza time to relax a little and catch his breath before he actually pulled out and let him slump on his side. He crawled up behind him to avoid the wet spot, sprawling out on his back with a blissful smile. "Now we really need a shower," he said, idly stroking his erection even though it would go away on its own and didn't really require any more attention. He didn't feel like another orgasm now, though maybe he'd change his mind once they were in the shower, it was all easy going and up in the air. "Think we'll get there this time?" He tittered, turning his head to glance at his lover.
Reza flopped for a moment, then rolled over to face Shane. He chuckled as he snuggled up closer and nuzzled his face into the side of Shane’s neck. “We’ll make more of an effort this time,” he murmured. While his body was a little relieved to be empty, there was an insatiable part of him that wanted to keep Shane inside of him all night. He reached to nudge Shane’s hand away to take over that lazy stroking. He wasn’t going to push anything if Shane felt done, Reza just wanted to touch him some more. “I love you, you sexy bastard,” he whispered into his ear, grinning crookedly before he gave the lobe a nibble.
"That was fast," Shane murmured back, eyes crinkling happily. "I only just kidnapped you." He sighed contently at the stroking, arching subtly to encourage the ear nibbling. "I love you too. And you're so fucking gorgeous." So much for an effort to get clean; the stroking wasn't making him want to get up any time soon, even if he might not come again. At least they had plenty of time to fuck around as they had no concrete plans, just a bunch of possibilities for the evening and it was still early. He gently wrapped his hand around Reza's wrist though he made no attempt at restraining his movements. He just wanted to feel those tendons working and follow his slow rhythm.
So maybe the shower could wait a little longer, it wasn't like they were in a rush and Shane was always eager to chase his pleasure, no matter what form it might take. Right now it was this lazy and comfortable state of arousal and the warmth and safety of curling up next to Reza. Whether he had a second orgasm or not, it was just a fucking nice way to spend the afternoon.