byflame (byflame) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2023-10-02 17:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | #july 2018, reza, reza x shane, shane |
Who: Shane and Reza
When: Evening, Sunday, July 15th
Where: Home
Warning: NSFW
Status: Complete, part 1
Reza had come home from Chicago -- or was Chicago home? It was hard to tell anymore -- feeling pretty lovely and optimistic about so many things. That floaty feeling had been following him since they’d settled back in at the Overlook house. Shane had gracefully navigated meeting half of his family while they were in town, without even putting up much of a fuss about it. Reza knew he’d been stressed, but he’d held it together very well. Reza’s sisters were arguably the more intimidating members of his immediate family too. Parents came with their own sense of gravitas, of course, but siblings could be super judgey. But Reza had confidence now that Shane would sail right through meeting his parents as well.
It had been a nice relaxing Sunday for the two of them, and Reza had headed to the kitchen to start figuring out dinner once his stomach began rumbling. He turned some music on the kitchen speaker and grooved around a bit as he browsed the fridge and cabinets to see what he could put together to feed them. Meal planning and cooking was always better with a bit of a buzz, so Reza took the time to open a bottle of wine and pour himself a glass. “Do you want a drink?” he called out, amplifying his voice enough to be heard through the whole house. He wasn’t quite sure where Shane was at the moment, but Reza doubted he would turn down a pre-dinner cocktail.
Shane was still working on getting used to the sound thing when Reza used it like this. They'd lived together for long enough now that he should be accustomed to it already but it always tripped him up a little, like his subconscious couldn't really accept what his conscious mind already knew and he always somehow expected Reza to be right there next to him - just like it sounded like he was. He turned with an expectant smile and then shook his head and laughed to himself. "Get me something fruity," he murmured, counting on Reza to be listening. "You know what I like."
He was putting away clean clothes and feeling stupidly domestic about it since it wasn't just his own clothes. He took some weird pleasure in folding Reza's clothes extra neatly, feeling fondness for them because they belonged to his lover. Was that weird? He didn't really care if it was or wasn't, he was thinking about the Chicago trip and the fact he actually liked Reza's sisters and wanted to meet his nephew and niece. Even the prospect of meeting his parents wasn't quite as scary anymore now that he felt like he'd have more allies at the table. So he was feeling a little sappy and cheerful as he finished up the laundry and sauntered to the kitchen with the promise of a cocktail in mind.
Reza was listening and he did know what Shane liked. His very quiet answer from upstairs was easy for Reza to hear, and it made him grin a little as he dropped the amplification and moved to the fridge to find something good and fruity to mix up. By the time Shane appeared, Reza had one of his favorites ready for him, and he was topping off his wine glass. He smiled when he saw his man, nudging his drink closer to him and leaning in for a kiss at the same time. Shane looked upbeat, and it made Reza’s stomach flutter in a way that was a bit sexual. He was just so fucking gorgeous to Reza, and when he was happy, he glowed. “Got any dinner preferences?” he asked once they’d parted again.
"Are you on the menu?" Shane drawled as he picked up his glass and licked his lips as if to savor the last of that kiss. He'd been feeling pretty good already and the way Reza looked at him only amplified that feeling, making him feel sexy and loose in the best way possible. "Nah, you're dessert... So for the main course, maybe some pasta? Carbonara?" They'd been out a lot lately so he was in the mood to dine in, especially since that meant no driving and no having to behave in public. "Or just some easy cheesy chicken dish?" He let his hand linger on Reza's hip, idly moving his own to the music that was playing.
It amazed Reza sometimes that Shane’s cheesy pickup lines still got to him in that fun fluttery way -- coming from anybody else they probably would’ve been annoying by now. Shane was just brilliant at making him melt no matter what he did. “Mm, yeah, now I’m thinking something fast and easy, if I’m dessert,” Reza answered with a little grin. He set his wine down to better sway with Shane’s talented hips, smoothing his palms up the length of his arms. “Cheesy chicken and rice, I can totally do.” He wasn’t even sure how hungry he was anymore, but it would be nice to get a boost of energy before they got busy. Reza tittered and kissed him again.
"Yum, yum," Shane murmured against his lips and just enjoyed swaying with him for a minute, slipping him lazy little kisses. His mind had been racing all day with weird thoughts about their relationship, which probably weren't that weird to anyone but him. He wanted more, he wanted Reza to know that he wanted more but the first time he'd suggested marriage he'd botched it pretty badly so he was holding back on that particularly crazy notion. No worry there, he'd already put Reza in his will - just in case - so the legality of it all wasn't important. Were there other things people like them did to showcase and glorify their love? He just wanted to throw a party, let everyone know he'd found His Person, let Reza know there was so much more to this thing between them than he'd ever dreamed was possible.
It felt so good to just do that gentle motion together with their lips brushing against one another and their breath mingling for a few quiet moments. It felt divine to Reza. His religious and spiritual beliefs had been all over the map throughout his life, and Reza still wasn’t sold on any single philosophy about the world -- all he knew right then was that he and Shane had been meant to find each other. Something had drawn them together and made Reza say yes to some silly impulsive trip to Maine, of all places, and now he was more deeply in love than he’d known he could be. He slowly caressed Shane’s sides through his shirt, stealing a few more kisses before he gave a low contented hum and pulled back enough to smile. “What were we talking about?” he teased in a murmur. “Food?”
"Hm? What? What's that?" Shane murmured contently before tittering. He was hungry - and not just for Reza - so food was probably a good idea. "I'll help. Chop something up or... I don't know. Look sexy while you do all the work." He knew better than to get in Reza's way in the kitchen unless asked specifically to do a task but he wanted to stick around, drink a little, dance a little, maybe even get his hands dirty. "I think you said something about cheesy chicken. Rice? Salad? Delicious dessert?" He hadn't imagined this would be a place he'd like living and he didn't know if the location had anything to do with it. He wasn't in love with the house, but he felt like he was because he was sharing it with Reza. And yet the idea of moving in together in Chicago felt different somehow.
Reza laughed a bit at Shane’s ideas about helping, and shot him an amused glance as he moved to the fridge to pull some things out. “You’re always looking sexy, and it’s always a big help,” he told him with a snicker. “No, but here --” Reza lined up the makings for a salad on the counter. Shane wasn’t the most skilled in the kitchen, but he could chop up some veggies and throw them in a bowl. “You’re on salad duty.” Reza gave his butt a playful smack as he moved around him, pulling out a skillet and some sauces and spices. Even when he made something simple, Reza wanted it to taste delicious. “Rabia called me earlier,” he said. “She told me again how nice it was to meet you. She wants us to come back for a longer visit before the kids go back to school.”
"Okay," Shane said easily and it felt weirdly good to hear that. He also found himself wanting to do this now, just rip the bandaid off, so to speak, meet the parents, meet everyone, be like a proper real human being. "When the hell do kids go back to school these days? I have no idea..." And why would he? There were no kids in his life, it'd probably be weird to actually talk to Rabia's children when the only experience he had with kids was from being one himself. He had been normal for a while, but the memories of that were hazy and buried under a ton of trauma. Thankfully he wasn't thinking about the implications of meeting Reza's parents only to die a few weeks later, his mind was too light and occupied with happy things to really stray to AIR and that was a nice change of pace.
“I don’t even know,” Reza admitted with a laugh. “August sometime?” He remembered going back to school in the late summer himself, but it had been quite a few years since then, and things were changing all the time. His niblings were the only kids Reza had any regular contact with, and they were pretty cool little people, so he thought they would get along with Shane just fine, as long as he had a tolerance for looking at their cool toys and listening to rambling stories. Regular kid stuff. Reza busied himself with getting the chicken and rice prepped to cook, just bopping around to the music as he moved.
Shane was picking up a thing or two on the sly lately from watching Reza cook but he was happy to just deal with the salad. It made for a nice and casual bonding time to cook together and he lightly bumped his butt against Reza as he danced around him. "We could go around my birthday, there's some rule right? They have to like me if it's my birthday?" He grinned and popped a piece of carrot in his mouth before he started grating the rest of it.
It was so nice and homey and domestic, making food with his gorgeous man in their gorgeous rented kitchen. Reza had led a pretty charmed life in his twenty-something years, but he couldn’t remember being more consistently happy at any other point. There were dark forces still looming over their heads, yes, and Shane still had issues to work through, he was sure. But none of that seemed to matter when they were vibing together like this and just enjoying each other’s company. Reza laughed a bit and glanced over at him with a grin. “Yeah I think that’s written into the constitution or something,” he teased, giving a nod. “Birthday privilege. ... Seriously though, we can do that if you want to. But you should get to pick for your birthday.” Reza was willing to do anything he wanted, anything that would make him feel good and special and loved.
"My birthday's on a Sunday this year so yeah, I think it could be fun," Shane replied and some part of him whispered that they should go sooner so they were actually sure they could. These thoughts had become so normal to him, that certainty he wasn't going to last the year or the decade or whatever else his anxiety told him, at this moment they didn't even faze him. "So we can birthday-party on Friday, recover on Saturday and then meet your parents on Sunday and use that birthday privilege." Another weekend in Chicago sounded nice and he wondered if they would really still be living here in Point Pleasant by then. It wasn't that far down the road, but these escapades had only been meant to last a few weeks. It had been far more than that now.
Shane’s birthday was only a little over a month away, so Reza was pretty sure they would still be in Maine for it. The progress on the AIR issues had been slow as molasses, so who knew how far they would’ve gotten in another month. But maybe things like that just had a long fuse -- it took a long time to get to the explosion, but when it happened, it changed everything. Part of him hoped not, because he kind of liked this place and this life they’d been working on, but at the same time he wanted it all to be over. To be on the other side of it, everyone alive and well, so that weight could leave Shane’s shoulders and he had some breathing room. Reza wanted to get into the rest of their lives together. “Sounds perfect,” he said for the moment, shooting a warm grin at Shane. “Be prepared to hear the Happy Birthday song in like three different languages. And my mom’s baklava? You’ll die, it’s so good.”
Shane had yet another moment in his life where he felt like he should probably look up Egypt and learn more about Reza's roots but he couldn't quickly look up the languages of Egypt and asking was bound to make him look like an ass. "Well," he said slowly. "I won't be happy unless I get a song in four languages. You've set the bar too high, I'm spoiled now." This was a far better topic to think about than the whole AIR mess which Shane was both looking forward to ending but also dreading - even if the outcome was good. He wasn't so sure it would even feel like closure and there were other institutions out there they had no idea how to find. No, better to talk about things within their control, fun things that wouldn't want him to lose himself in a pile of cocaine. "And then we can have my birthday orgy the weekend after," he said cheerfully. "It totally counts even if it's not on my birthday."
The first part made Reza laugh and squint for a second to try and remember if anyone in his immediate family spoke something else too ... he didn’t think so. Shane would have to settle for three languages. He started slicing into the chicken breasts to get them stuffed and ready to cook. “I’m a little surprised you don’t claim a whole birthday month,” he teased, grinning a bit. “But yeah, it totally still counts. Have you got an orgy guest list together? Sure they are into it? There’s nothing worse than an orgy where people are too shy to start sucking and fucking.” He wasn’t speaking from experience, but he could only imagine the awkwardness. A lot of Shane’s friends were really hot and Reza would definitely play around with them given the opportunity, but he doubted they were all as open as he and Shane were.
A birthday month. The suggestion made Shane pause and crane his neck a bit, his eyes lighting up. Of course. A birthday month! “Don't cramp my style," he murmured at the orgy question. "It's a birthday orgy, it'll be perfect." It was also a fantasy orgy first and foremost but he didn't want to dash the magic by saying that out loud. "And I would never write an orgy guest list without you, you know that. Even if it is my birthday orgy." There were different degrees of fantasy orgies, namely the very private ones in his mind only and the ones he shared with Reza and in the second kind, he'd never invite anyone Reza wasn't comfortable with.
The fact that it seemed like celebrating his birthday all month long had never occurred to Shane served as a reminder to Reza that he’d never been properly spoiled. With his arrested childhood development and then being strictly on his own after that ... it made sense, but it was sad at the same time. Reza silently resolved that August was going to be Shane’s month, whether he was personally claiming it or not. He was going to spoil the shit out of him, as much as possible. “Well okay then, let’s write it,” Reza said with a lopsided grin, glancing over as he cooked. “Give me your, hmmm ... let’s say top five. And I’ll give you mine.” He doubted they would ever actually put a real orgy together -- Shane’s friends were cool, but a lot of cool people were monogamous. It was just fun to talk about, some light mental foreplay while they made dinner together.
"Top five?" Shane chortled. "Nah, it's way more complicated than that. You can't just make a list and toss it out like that. Let's see, it's more like..." He trailed off, scraping his teeth over his bottom lip as he thought about it. "I would fuck Toby and his boyfriend. I'd definitely fuck Toby's friend - the one we put in an uber. I would fuck Diego but it's a little complicated for me after, well, we had a chat and, I don't know... I'd watch you fuck Diego in a heart beat. I wouldn't wanna go anywhere near Oliver, but I'd happily watch him fuck Diego or you - or anyone. I'd watch you fuck anyone, jesus fucking christ it'd be hot. I'd fuck Zach's brother. Hell, I'd love to watch someone fuck Neil, but I can't even imagine inviting him to an orgy. Shan would love a good orgy, but I'm thinking this would be a boys only kinda deal."
Reza couldn’t help but laugh a bit as Shane laid it all out, nodding his agreement here and there. “No girls allowed,” he tittered. Though the idea of watching Shane fuck a woman had crossed his mind now and then. It seemed like it could be sexy, even if Reza had no interest in sex with a female, himself. He had similar ‘omg so hot’ feelings about seeing Shane fuck anyone, like it would be live porn for him. “I’d approve of you fucking Shan again if I got to watch,” Reza said, his tone light and musing as he gave Shane a sidelong glance. Their sex life was so damn good, it was hard to be insecure about anything, but he wondered occasionally if Shane ever missed sex with women. “But I’m on board with all of those, honestly ... but why the no-go on Diego? What was your chat about?”
Shane thought he might even indulge Reza because Shan would totally be up for it, but she was married now - and to a guy who'd ruin his pretty face if he came anywhere near her! Reza's question was more sobering and he winced, not really wanting to talk about it but he had brought it up like an idiot. "Depressing childhood memories," he replied and decided to not get into details right now because it would absolutely ruin the moment. "But maybe that's all the more reason to fuck him happy." He tittered. "I think Oliver's got that covered though and I'd be happy to watch. What about you?" He glanced back at Reza and caught his gaze with a grin. "Your turn, for sure."
He made an understanding noise when Shane explained, also not keen to dwell there tonight. He had all the empathy in the world for Shane and Diego’s trauma, and he was kind of glad they’d talked about it -- Shane probably needed more people in his life who could understand him on a level Reza couldn’t reach. They didn’t need to rehash it at the moment though, and whatever Diego had shared with Shane wasn’t really his business anyway. “They do seem pretty happy,” he commented with a chuckle. “I would absolutely join an Oliver-Diego sandwich and film it for you.” Reza shot him another grin. “I’d watch that tape, at least, if they wouldn’t invite anybody to join in. But uh, let’s see, who else ... definite yes on the uber guy -- Adrian? Cute as hell, and he was a sweet drunk. Toby and Zach in a heartbeat, his brother too. You know who else is hot? The witch who runs Dragonfly, Nate. I haven’t talked to him much, but I like his energy. You know ladies aren’t my thing, but I would love to be a big pile with you and Zania and her boyfriend.”
Shane nodded in appreciation at all of those things and it was kind of delightful that neither of them seemed to have some big fantasy the other was repulsed by. "I'd fuck Zania - on fire," he said and the idea of that was actually kind of fucking amazing. Fucking a fire witch who wouldn't get hurt by his flames? Literally hot. "I'd fuck her brother too, hell I'd fuck most people." He sidled closer to Reza again and bumped him with his hip. "I'm not sure if you noticed but I'm a big slut," he murmured playfully, even if he hadn't really been lately. He hadn't felt much need to go outside this relationship for sex, Reza kept him busy and he was stupidly in love with him. That didn't mean he couldn't fantasize though and more often than not, Reza was part of those fantasies anyway.
Reza bumped him back with a grin and dropped one hand to squeeze Shane’s ass. He got a very fun mental image of Shane and Zania fucking in a big fireball that neither of them minded, and that was extremely appealing, like it would be some sort of Cirque de Sex show or something. “I noticed,” Reza said, grinning as he ducked in to kiss the side of Shane’s neck. He was still cooking, so they couldn’t get too distracted, but he loved all of this easy affection and sexy conversation so much. There was no real jealousy between them -- at least as far as talking about fucking other people went ... emotions could surprise you when things actually happened. But Reza had the feeling they would work through it and be fine, even blindsided by jealousy. “Her brother is kinda hot too, yeah. But Shane, just think of how popular you two would be in the kink clubs? Fire fucking for real? You two could go on the road, make a fortune.” Reza snickered lightly.
"I might consider that but I'm set," Shane tittered and he just remembered thinking along the same lines when he was young and needed money. The thought of someone from AIR spotting him and locking him away again made it less appealing so he knew to keep it all small and easily explainable. Fucking in an inferno? Probably a little too big not to get everyone's attention, but it was still fun to think about. "We'd probably get more publicity if we kept it PG-13," he mused. "But there's always more money in porn." It wasn't the first time he wished Reza had the same gift, that the two of them could lounge together in a fire without either getting hurt. Magic helped with that but only to an extent.
He of course had no intention of pushing Shane to exploit himself sexually for money -- those days were behind him. Reza’s head was just full of fun cartoonish images of the three of them making a splash at all the sex clubs, with Reza acting as Shane and Zania’s talent agent, which was more like a kinky carnival barker in his imagination. Ridiculous, but fun to think about for a minute. “Always more money in porn,” he echoed, still amused. Reza shot Shane another flirtatious look. “Which we would be awesome at, by the way, even just the two of us.” They were both ridiculously hot, and there was so much passion between them, Reza was sure they could make some lava-hot porn together. Thinking about it all was making him antsy to finish dinner so they could go feast on each other instead, and Reza turned the heat up a bit on the chicken.
"We still haven't made that home video," Shane said with a disapproving shake of his head. "We should hire a camera man. I don't feel like some badly propped up phone would do us justice." He snort-laughed at the thought of actually getting some professional into their bedroom, or even a crew at that. Proper lighting was important too and sound tech and whatever else they did on movie sets. "I know you can perform in a crowd so, how about it?" he asked playfully. "A whole crew just for our little home porno." He didn't even care if they shared it or not, if Reza got off on knowing it was out there, he wouldn't think twice to upload it but he didn't really care either way. It was a fun little fantasy for now so he hadn't even thought that far.
Reza laughed, even though he knew that Shane would probably follow through if Reza actually wanted to do that. He felt a little shy at the thought of having a whole crew of people there, but maybe one photographer who knew what they were doing. “I dunno, a film crew is a little different than fun kinksters watching,” Reza said, wrinkling his nose a little. “Maybe one guy who’s really good with a camera, some extra lighting ... Amateur porn is getting better and better all the time.” Reza tittered. Plus that risked exposing more unsuspecting people to his magic if he got really carried away, that felt a bit risky. A lot of sound-distortion could be played off at a loud club, but not so much just in their bedroom with a ton of witnesses. Reza finished up with the cooking and busied himself with getting plates down for them.
"Fun kinksters watching," Shane hummed to himself and considered that as they set the table and got ready to eat. "You'd rather do a live show," he concluded a few minutes later as they sat down. He hooked his foot around Reza's ankle under the table, jostling him playfully. "More of a theater nerd than a movie star?" They hadn't had a big audience in Chicago but Shane had caught a few guys watching them and it had been hot as hell. He wondered if Reza had been as aware of them considering how distracted he'd been and now, looking back, he kind of wished he'd actually fucked him on that swing. It made for a fantastic fantasy at least.
He let out another laugh that felt a bit sheepish for some dumb reason. Reza generally wasn’t a shy person by nature, but sex was a complex bag, and there was something about having a ton of un-aroused people watching them felt weird -- it seemed as though it would feel like fucking in a human zoo. “What can I say, live entertainment is my whole career,” Reza murmured as he settled in and nudged at Shane’s ankle in return. “More just ... I would want like-minded people I know are enjoying it on the same level we are. And you can’t ask that out of a whole film crew.” He knew this was all fun fantasy talk, Shane wasn’t contracting out a porn team or anything, but he wasn’t opposed to the general idea if they could do it in a comfortable way. “Maybe you just need to take me back to a club to get used to performing,” he added, shooting Shane a sly little grin.
"Now there's an idea," Shane all but purred. "Birthday month shenanigans." Of course he would want to go sooner, his birthday suddenly felt way too far away but August was only a couple of weeks away and there was nothing stopping them from leaving Point Pleasant more than once. They didn't even have to go to Chicago, they could go somewhere else and be completely anonymous sex tourists just passing through. He did like the idea of that, getting lost in a crowd of strangers was invigorating. "I'd only get like-minded people though," he added. "I'd be very picky about who got to come film us. Extensive interviews, maybe a little threesome or orgy here and there to make sure we're all a good fit." He was mostly joking about that part, but that was all this was. Mostly joking - but with a small chance of actually coming true.
“Oh of course, the threesome is essential to finding the right candidate,” Reza tittered with an affectionate eyeroll. They were just fucking around and talking, but it was fun to fantasize about in a decadent sort of way. That was what life with Shane often felt like -- decadent. Reza had grown up with plenty of financial privilege, his parents had always been successful and well off, and Reza had done well for himself as an adult too, he just hadn’t integrated that “treat yourself” sort of mindset into every aspect of his life. He supposed Shane had good reason to want that, growing up the way he had. “I’m sure we can put an ad out on Facebook or something and get quality people lining up around the block.” He aimed a teasing grin at Shane before he started to eat, happy with all of this banter and domestic-ness.
"Or Craigslist," Shane chimed in before laughing. "We'd definitely get all the best candidates there." If they were looking for a spooky creepshow, they definitely would and he playfully shuddered at the thought. "But yeah, I get the feeling you don't wanna do porn. You wanna do erotic art and I respect that." He raised his glass in a salute before drinking to the fact and then turned his attention to the food. "Even if we never do that, I can never have enough naked pictures of you." He hadn't needed those, they spent all their time together, but there was still something nice about being able to peek at his phone and look at Reza's body whenever he wanted to, even when he was right there in person. "You're so fucking gorgeous, I think you could turn even porn into art."
“I think porn can be art, just most of it ... really isn’t.” He huffed a bit as he forked up some food. “I’m definitely doing a boudoir shoot for you sometime though, as a gift. It’ll just be years from now so it’s a complete surprise.” Reza grinned at him. He loved so many things about Shane that he didn’t feel shallow also loving how hot they were together, and how much Shane wanted him. Reza had plenty of confidence in his appearance now, but he hadn’t always, and his awkward phase had been real awkward. “Until then you’ll just have to live with dick pics and mirror selfies.” He’d let Shane take some shots of him that were better than what he could accomplish himself, but Reza also enjoyed texting Shane something naughty at random times too.
"Your dick pics are the best dick pics I've ever seen," Shane stated almost reverently and while there wasn't exactly a lot of room to get creative with those, he was only half joking. Reza was an artistic soul and sometimes he found better angles and cared about lighting more than the average horny guy. Considering some of the dick pics Shane had seen - gross locations and dirty underwear - Reza's dick pics might as well be boudoir - which he assumed was some artsy as fuck photography given the context. "Have you sent a lot of guys dick pics?" he asked from pure curiosity. Reza sometimes seemed better than that, like he was a step above the usual gay guy on Grindr firing out nudes to anyone who'd have them, but maybe that was some insecurity in Shane talking. They both knew he was the slut in the relationship and he was always delighted to find out when Reza wasn't as pure as he came off.
Reza beamed at the compliment, even though it wasn’t the first time Shane had praised his penis photography skills. Dick pics were abused by so many guys who didn’t put any thought into them at all, convinced that just the sight of their member was enough to sway anyone on the fence about sleeping with them. Reza saw it differently. They were supposed to be foreplay, threads in the tapestry of seduction, meant to entice, so he tried to make them enticing, and put effort into them just like he would any other aspect of seduction. Sure, not every single nude of his belonged in the Louvre or anything, but Reza knew Shane had seen a ton of them, and he wanted to keep it interesting. “A lot?” Reza echoed with a little titter, wrinkling his nose. “No, I wouldn’t say a lot. More guys have seen my dick than I’ve fucked, but I don’t dole them out to just anybody. I have to be interested.” He didn’t judge Shane for his sluttiness -- he had a lot of fun with it, honestly -- but Reza had been raised in a fairly modest household, and some of that training lingered. “You’ve gotten the most I’ve ever sent one person.”
"Aww, I'm your favorite," Shane drawled jokingly, but joking or not, he felt warm inside hearing that and he knew it was true. Plenty of people had seen his dick and he had never been all that picky about dick pics in the past. A dick was a dick and after he'd stopped selling sex, he'd been more interested in serving dick than receiving it anyway. He still enjoyed them though and Reza's most of all. "Man, I wish there was a polite way to request dick pics from your friends," he mused. "Not for the orgy or anything, just out of curiosity. We should at the very least have a naked pool party." Their group of friends could use all the joy they could get though Shane knew some of them would be more at ease with the nudity part of it than others.
He laughed a bit as his brain immediately started trying to phrase that sort of request politely. Reza was fairly sure he would be flattered if any of his friends sincerely asked for nudes of him, but he also knew he was more open to that sort of thing than society usually approved of. He just enjoyed getting intimate with friends when the vibe was right. Reza wasn’t sure that it would be right with the group they were entangled with up here, or at least not all of them. “Damn, a naked pool party does sound amazing,” Reza agreed before he ate some more. “Even if we’re the only naked ones, we should definitely have everybody over again for some kind of shindig.” Even if they didn’t put ‘orgy’ on the invitation, sometimes things happened organically, who knew.
"Wonder how many of them would actually show up if we specified the naked part," Shane mused between bites and his mind was already trying to figure out who'd be game and who wouldn't. There were too many wildcards, people who were open minded enough but maybe didn't love the idea of getting naked in front of others. The ones he thought might say yes could have their own reasons for not wanting to attend too, people could be pretty unpredictable in some regards. "But yeah, naked or not, we need to have another party, blast some music around the house and have a good time." He didn't miss much about the city, strangely enough, but he did miss parties and clubs and why miss it when he could make it happen.
Reza made a noise of agreement as he ate. He didn’t know any of Shane’s friends well enough to really determine who might actually party with them on a nude sort of level, but they were a fun bunch even if nobody got naked. Reza was all for making merry while they could before whatever was going to happen, happened. Reza let them fall into some other chit-chat while they finished their meal, fairly pleased at how the food had turned out. He rubbed his stomach and sat back with a little groan, aiming a lopsided grin over at Shane. “Suck your dick if you take dish duty?” he offered. They both knew that Reza would probably end up doing that tonight regardless, but it was fun to throw it out there anyway.
Shane gave him a smug, knowing smile that said he was getting his dick sucked either way and he let that look linger for a few seconds before relenting and nodding, his smile growing more earnest. "Sure, but just so you know your services are severely underpriced." He got up from his seat and leaned over to smooch on Reza a little before picking up their plates. "Lucky for you I give a big tip." He tittered at the obvious innuendo there and pointedly wiggled his ass at Reza as started putting things away. "When can I expect my payment?" he said loud enough to be heard over the clanking of glass, though he had a feeling Reza always heard him when he wanted to - he just wasn't all that sure how his gift of sound fully worked.
Reza returned the smooches happily, and made sure to swat Shane’s ass before he got too far away. He sipped on the bit of wine he had left and stretched his legs out as he watched his handsome man work. “When the job’s done,” he answered with a smirk. “To my satisfaction.” Shane wasn’t the only one who could throw around innuendos. It made up a large part of their conversations, and Reza loved it. He’d never felt this flirty with anyone else he’d ever dated. Even after all of this high intensity togetherness and the weird and bad shit they’d been through, Shane still gave him happy butterflies and made him feel giddy. He didn’t actually sit still for too long, rising to pick up the rest of the dishes from the table to help out a little ... and as an excuse to get closer to Shane. “You want a refill?” he asked as he brought the glasses to the sink. “Or maybe something stronger?”
"Cocktail," Shane replied jovially. "It was so good." He bumped Reza gently with his hip and gave him an accusing look. "What are you doing though? You're not gonna weasel your way out of paying by helping me, you know." Reza had already helped plenty though, he wasn't a messy chef and this wasn't going to take any time at all thanks to that. Shane was sure he could learn a thing or two in the kitchen from him, but he hadn't had that spark of divine inspiration to do so yet. "I feel like some evil mafia boss saying that," he tittered before putting on a bad accent that barely passed for Italian. "Weasel your way out of it." He shook his head and dropped the accent as fast as he'd picked it up. "You'd never weasel your way out of anything, baby."
Reza gave him an indulgent laugh at the bad accent, always amused when Shane slipped into being a goofy nerd with him. It was like a wall that came down sometimes, and he appreciated that even when it was painfully cheesy. “You’re right, I am a man of my word,” he agreed, coming up behind Shane to squeeze his ass and give his shoulder a little bite. “And I promised to suck the soul out of your body. I wouldn’t dream of weaseling.” With a grin, he moved to mix Shane another cocktail and pour himself some more wine. He’d only helped a little, he was perfectly content playing bartender for the rest of the night and ogling Shane’s ass at the sink.
Shane loved physical touch and he loved it extra when it came from Reza, like it filled him with added energy and lit up something inside of him. "I'd love to keep my soul thanks so I might just suck it right back outta you," he said and the implication here was obviously hilarious, like they'd just be swapping souls like spit every time they had sex - back and forth, for eternity. Maybe their souls would completely become one by that logic, but that was a little too big and cosmic for him to really care about exploring it. He made quick work of what remained of the dishes, then wiped off the counter and washed his hands. Having a cocktail and a beautiful man waiting was a pretty good motivation to get things done and he accepted the drink from Reza before winding his free arm around him and pulling him closer. "Is this done to your satisfaction?" he murmured before taking a sip with a content hum.
Reza enjoyed the thought of them swapping souls like spit too, and he snickered a bit as he finished up their drinks. He’d had a few sips and picked some music to put on the Bluetooth speaker by the time Shane was done. Reza cuddled right up to Shane’s side, humming like he wasn’t completely sure of the answer, though there was a smile on his face. He clicked his wine glass against Shane’s and took a swallow, then set it aside on the counter. Reza slid his hand up to Shane’s chest and dipped in to kiss his neck. “Don’t think I’ve ever been dissatisfied with you,” he purred. Shane had been stuffing him full of pleasure and love and delight since they’d met. Sure, there had been a few bad dips, but they’d come through them, and it all felt more than worth it to Reza. He left a trail of kisses and nuzzles up to Shane’s jaw. “It looks great, babe. Let’s go get comfortable somewhere I can pay up.”
"You're easy to satisfy," Shane murmured. "For me at least." Did that sound like he was bragging? He didn't care, he was allowed to feel a bit big- headed during good times and Reza made him feel so damn good about himself. "You got a preference for where to go?" he asked as he grabbed Reza's hand and tangled their fingers together, beginning to lead him out of the kitchen. "Game room? Workout room? Master bedroom?" Reza had said 'comfortable' so that left out a few places that despite the sex there being hot, didn't exactly meet that criteria. "Chef's choice," he added and there was no need to be picky when they'd prepared pretty much every room in the house for spontaneous sexy times.
Brag or not, it seemed true -- Shane could play his body like an instrument. Reza wasn’t sure if that could be chalked up to him just having a lot of sexual experience or the two of them having incredibly compatible chemistry, or some combination of the two. Whatever it was, it still felt electric and hot and Reza was nowhere close to tired of it. He went along with Shane, a smirk on his face and his drink in his hand. Reza gave a thoughtful hum and glanced around as they moved through the house. With so much space, always fucking in a bedroom seemed like a waste. “Game room,” he decided. There were big overstuffed couches in there, and he wanted Shane to just sit back and enjoy himself until they both ran out of patience.
Shane turned on the bluetooth speaker as they entered the game room and then grabbed Reza's hand again, playfully coaxing him to turn in a circle as he did a bit of dancing himself, grinning warmly at Reza. He felt warm and loose, thinking about how crazy it was how content he was alone in this house with Reza. He should have gotten so restless so long ago, but they could get snowed in for days and as long as he had this, he wouldn't care much. That was probably a good attitude to have if they were staying there for the winter as the snowed in scenario wasn't an unlikely one. "I can play a game while you suck me off," he joked, but there was no way he'd be able to focus for long. Reza's mouth was skilled at making him lose his damn mind.
Reza slipped into the dancing easily, a smile glued to his face. He huffed a little laugh as he pressed in close, both of them still moving to the beat of the music. “You can try anyway,” he countered, amused. “We’ll see how long you last.” Reza was confident enough in his talents to be sure Shane would rapidly lose all interest in any game, not to mention his coordination. The thought of doing that to him, blowing his mind while Shane was trying to concentrate on something else, was surprisingly appealing. Reza didn’t usually like to be ignored, but he knew it would be an extremely temporary situation. He pushed a bit with his magic, tweaking the music in the air to be a bit louder and richer, beyond the quality of their speaker. Reza dipped in to nuzzle a bit at the side of Shane’s neck.
"As if I could focus on anything but you," Shane murmured. Reza was 'only' nuzzling his neck now and Shane still found it difficult to focus on anything else. The deepening effect on the music just made it all more perfect and he wrapped his arms tightly around Reza as they swayed together, pleasure already pooling in the core of his body. They'd played similar games before though, most notably at the club in Chicago, and Shane did enjoy competition a lot. "Okay, if I put my mind to it? I think I could just enjoy a blowjob and mostly ignore you for-" he trailed off, thinking about it. His stamina was great and his acting skills were too, so he could probably say up to an hour if he really kicked himself into asshole mode. "Twenty minutes," he concluded. "You'd get so bored."
“Twenty minutes?” Reza echoed with disbelief. He pulled back to look at Shane, his lips pressed together in amused incredulity. “I don’t believe you.” Shane might have been an incredible actor and just never turned it on with Reza, but he had more faith in his own skills to blow his man’s mind than that. Whether he was wrong or right, a little sexy-friendly competition sounded kind of fun. “I bet you couldn’t ignore me for half of that.” He might be pushing his luck, but just as Shane hadn’t turned on that distant facade for him, Reza hadn’t dived into a blowjob with as much gusto as he could manage from the get-go, either. Both of them usually liked to take their time and be indulgent, but a game changed things. Reza was still dancing with him, happy to be pressed in close while heat started to coil in his lower belly and his cock lazily grew in the front of his pants.
Shane blew out air through his lips at that, but Reza was probably right. "That depends on how much ignoring you mean," he admitted. "I mean I could, but I really, really don't want to." He grinned lazily, scraping his teeth against his lower lip. "There'd have to be something to motivate me to ignore you, something big." He had no idea what that would even be. He could do it if their lives were on the line or if Reza begged him because of some unthinkably weird social situation but just for fun? Maybe a dare was enough, but he wasn't even sure about that, even if dares tickled a very proud and stubborn part of him. Thing was though, he'd never been in love before, he'd never wanted anyone as much as he wanted Reza, so maybe he'd be a shit actor with him.
“Mmm, don’t think I have anything to offer but bragging rights,” Reza murmured with a titter. “So if those aren’t enough ...” He shrugged and pressed his lips against Shane’s jaw. “Guess I just get to make you moan and whine instead.” He definitely preferred an engaged and vocal Shane when they had sex, so Reza wasn’t going to try too hard to goad him into anything else. He just wanted to make him feel good and vice versa. Reza danced them closer to the couch and then turned Shane toward it, reaching for the hem of his shirt to peel it up and off. He was wearing too many clothes to be properly pampered. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Shane’s pants to start pushing them down. “Now sit and take your reward.”
Shane was more than okay with dropping the wager - since he wasn't the one doing it - and he was more than happy to do as Reza told him to, wiggling out of his pants when they were low enough and stepping out of them as they dropped. He didn't sit yet, sliding Reza's shirt off as well before settling his hands on his flanks, loving how right it always felt to hold him in any way. "You're my reward," he murmured. "Want me to take you? Or are you gonna give yourself to me?" He pulled Reza in closer, pressing his cock against him, liking the way he could feel his hardness through his pants, matching his own and pressing gently back against him.
Reza was happy to rid himself of his shirt, always eager to feel Shane’s hands on his bare skin. Sometimes he wasn’t sure why they both just didn’t roll around the house naked all the time ... there was something nice about being undressed by a lover though, like they were unwrapping a present. That was definitely how he felt whenever he got to take Shane’s clothes off. Reza smoothed his own palms over Shane’s sides and back and gently rocked his hips to rub his bulge against Shane’s solid warmth. “I’m in a very giving mood,” he murmured as he nuzzled Shane’s jaw a bit. Reza pushed gently against Shane’s hips. “So sit and let me get on my knees for you.”
There was a simple and good reason to keep clothes on most of the time and that was that most surfaces weren't comfortable to sit on without them. Shane went shirtless a lot of the time though, it was easy, when he never got too cold or too hot, to wear - or not wear - whatever he felt like so it was all about fashion and comfort to him. Plus, Reza was right, clothes were sexy in their own way and he loved peeling them off Reza. He loved the way Reza's cock felt against his with the soft fabric between them but he was more than ready to get his hot mouth on him to remind him why he wouldn't be able to ignore him very efficiently. "Generous," he all but purred as he did as Reza told him and sat down, sprawling comfortably and looking up at his lover with nothing but admiration.
God, he was a sight. Reza just admired the view for a few heartbeats, one hand straying to the tent in the front of his pants to give himself a squeeze. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured as he lowered himself to his knees between Shane’s spread legs. He was all lithe muscle and long limbs, a well-shaped body that Reza knew he put work into. No wonder he’d been a successful call boy -- Reza had never paid for anyone’s sex or company, but if he’d been lonely enough, he definitely would’ve picked Shane. He was all Reza’s now though, completely voluntarily, and he felt pretty damn lucky as he started kissing his way up the inside of one of Shane’s thighs. Reza smoothed his hands along his skin, thumbs stroking over the bumps of Shane’s hip bones as he dipped his head in to run his tongue up the underside of his cock. He gave a low moan in his throat, eyes slipping closed as he started to tease and explore him all over again with lips and tongue.
Of all of Shane's experiences - and they were varied - none compared to what he had with Reza. He supposed the secret ingredient there was love but it felt like more than that, especially to someone who hadn't believed in love to begin with. Reza just surpassed every other lover he'd been with, paid or not, his movements and his looks leaving everyone else in the dust. It was probably just love, but that love had sparked from something so Shane was certain there was just more to Reza than there was to other people. He ate up that compliment and watched Reza intently, not touching him just yet. "Look who's talking," he said quietly and that low moan from Reza seemed to go straight to his balls.
If Shane would have expressed any of that sense of “more-ness” Reza would have chalked it up to his magic. Shane wasn’t a witch, but he had power of his own, both of them wielding forces that most people would never understand. Reza had personally never been with anyone who wasn’t a normal human, and he felt the difference too, even if he couldn’t quite put it into words either. He just knew deep in himself that Shane was fucking perfect for him, and vice versa, in ways that went far beyond their initial attraction to each other. Reza happily fell into the rhythm of giving him pleasure, stroking the shaft of Shane’s cock with long licks before he wrapped his lips around the head to suck gently. He kept everything soft and slow for the moment, intending to drive his man a little crazy first.
It was a nice, smooth build-up and Shane thought that if they'd really gone with a wager, he'd be doing okay with the ignoring as far as physical distraction went. He was glad they hadn't though, happy to watch Reza's dark head bobbing slowly as he sucked him off. They did connect on so many levels and the fact they both had supernatural abilities was just the cherry on top. These were Shane's favorite things in the world, sex, fire and drugs - and it said a lot that he'd been willing to drop the drugs for Reza. He finally moved his hands from his side, resting one casually on his thigh while gently stroking Reza's head with the other. His arousal wasn't urgent, but it felt like a heavy warmth in his crotch, a feeling that grew steadily but slowly with the way Reza was taking his time. It felt positively hedonistic, the kind he felt like he could indulge in for hours if he wanted to.
Reza definitely wasn’t trying to make him come. They’d dropped the bet so there was no timer in his mind, none of Shane’s considerable willpower to overcome. Being playful was fun, but he liked it better this way, when it was just about smothering the both of them in pleasure. Shane’s hand against his head caused happy tingles to rush down his back and into the base of his cock. It twitched and flexed against the fabric of his lounge pants, pushing insistently against the soft material. Reza let his free hand fall to give himself a squeeze, moaning softly around Shane’s erection. He continued to take his time, gradually increasing suction and rhythm until he was bobbing at a pretty good pace, relishing the slide of that hot thick shaft against his tongue. He felt like he could stay down there forever too, if his knees cooperated, just soaking in every little sound and shiver from his lover. Reza just barely teased himself, keeping his hand outside of his pants, but he was still leaking into them.
Sex wasn't always a race to a finish line, it could be hours of indulgence and intimacy and right now it felt a bit like those moments. Reza wouldn't let their arousal fizzle out but even if he did, Shane wouldn't be unhappy with it, it would just remind him of those times he jerked off while half asleep and didn't finish before passing out. He was thoroughly living in the moment and enjoying every second of it. Reza's moans just added to the pleasure, little vibrations along his shaft, much like how the music was vibrating against his skin, more than it should at this level. "You're magic," Shane murmured contently. "Even without magic you'd be magic, but you know that, don't you."
His eyes flashed up at Shane at the compliment, both amusement and appreciation in them. Reza had always had a healthy ego and while he knew he wasn’t to everyone’s taste -- who was? -- he was attractive and charming and had class and style. If that made him magic, then he wasn’t going to complain. It was possible Shane was just talking about his bedroom skills, but Reza was happy to take it as a full-blown compliment for his entire being. He was magic, and being in this relationship really made him feel it more than he ever had before. Reza pulled Shane’s cock out of his mouth to lick and nuzzle at it with his lips for a moment. “I know I love having your gorgeous dick in my mouth, that’s about all I know right now,” he murmured before flashing Shane a rakish grin. Reza dipped down to lap greedily at his balls, still playing with himself with his free hand.
"Oh no, my dick's making you stupid," Shane drawled but his grin faded into a more mellow smile at the sensations Reza was showering him with. Every compliment he gave Reza was for his whole being, he loved all of him so much and even the things that would annoy him in someone else, didn't bother him at all with Reza. "S'okay, dick makes me stupid too," he said quietly and they could be smart some other time, sex didn't require a lot of brain power, not when they were both this fucking good at it. "I don't think I could focus on anything but you right now," he admitted. "So you win, even if we're not playing." He wasn't a sore loser when it came to sex, the winnings were usually beneficial to both of them and it was possibly his only area of expertise where he liked to be surprised - even proven wrong.
Reza huffed an amused sound through his nose as he lavished more attention on Shane’s dick. He didn’t mind being rendered stupid by his man’s body, or anything about him really. If anybody could make him stupid, he was fine with it being Shane. As he wrapped his lips around the head of Shane’s cock again to suck and tease the slit with his tongue, he hummed his agreement that he won. Reza had never doubted that he could -- maybe not for just anyone, but he was that confident in his ability to give Shane pleasure. Unable to resist slipping his hand into his own pants to really touch himself finally, Reza pushed Shane deeper into his mouth and swallowed around him before he started to bob with renewed enthusiasm.
"Don't get yourself off," Shane murmured, tightening his grip a bit on Reza's hair though the thought of fucking Reza after he'd already come was kind of hot. He wasn't sure he was in that kind of mindset today though, liking the leisurely and gentle above the more sordid and rough. That could change in a heartbeat though, the more aroused he got. "I wanna do that," he added because, leisurely or not, he couldn't imagine just sitting there and enjoying himself without giving anything in return. That always felt weird to him, even when he'd had people paying him because that's what they specifically wanted. It was only good for a while before he'd get antsy and needing to touch and kiss and suck and fuck.
He wasn’t in an intense mood either, also enjoying the relaxed pace and that sense of indulgence. They were both certainly good at treating themselves, whether that was with a credit card or one another’s bodies. The command combined with the fingers in his hair did feel damn good though, a ripple of tingles running down his back. He gave a soft whine around Shane’s cock, squeezing his own shaft as he felt another drop of precum leak into his pants. He would obey and refrain from making himself come, but Reza definitely still wanted to tease. He sucked and bobbed over Shane’s cock for another moment or two, moaning deep in his throat with genuine enjoyment. He loved how his man felt between his lips, nudging the back of his throat, he loved every twitch and groan he could draw out of him, and feeling like he was the center of Shane’s world for the moment. Reza pulled off to swirl his tongue around the head and glance up at Shane again. “How do you wanna do it?” he asked, a little breathy.
"Come up here," Shane murmured, loosening the grip he had on Reza's hair and cupping the back of his head instead, urging him forward a bit. "Up on my lap. Leave the rest of your clothes behind." He somewhat regretted not peeling those pants off Reza when they were both standing up but he'd been busy getting spoiled so there was no real reason to mourn the lost opportunity. He gave Reza some space to move, both to undress and move as instructed, watching him with blatant hunger in his eyes. "I wanna touch all of you all at once sometimes," he murmured. "You're so fucking beautiful."
Reza had absolutely no qualms about doing as he was asked. He stood up and reached for the elastic around his slim waist, his eyes on Shane as he did so, drinking in the hunger he could see there. It always felt nice to be wanted by someone, but the feelings he got from Shane wanting him were on a whole different level. He was like fiery passion incarnate, he was brain-meltingly hot himself, and he’d had a lot of partners, so it never failed to be an ego boost that he couldn’t keep his eyes or hands off of Reza. He slipped the pants down over his hips, moving a bit slowly so his cock gave a nice bounce or two when it was finally free. Reza brushed his hands over his skin and the neat patch of pubes he kept over his dick, loving the feel of Shane’s eyes on him for a few seconds before he moved to straddle his lap. “You’ve got big hands, give it your best shot,” Reza murmured with a faint smirk.
Everything Shane felt as he watched him played in his expression and he drew a deep breath at the display, licking his lips and swallowing as his mouth watered at the sight. Reza had a way of moving that got to him, even when he wasn't trying there was something so fluid about him - and when he slowed down to actually make a point of it? It was art of the sexiest and highest degree. He let out a low and happy growl when Reza came within reach, letting those big hands roam over his sides and back to start with, traversing down to his ass, then along his thighs where he ended up grabbing on and squeezing before moving up again, brushing just past Reza's cock on his way to grab him by the waist. "I don't think there's a part of you I haven't touched by now," he murmured and that was probably true, he liked touching Reza at the most random times, rubbing his feet when they were relaxing or letting his hands run wildly all over him when they weren't. He'd touched him everywhere he could reach and if there was some lonely patch of skin somewhere that hadn't been touched, he was sure he'd find it eventually. Reza was just made for touching, he leaned into it and invited it all the time, at least from Shane.
His skin tingled in the wake of Shane’s hands, like he was lighting up Reza’s body piece by piece. Every part of him felt activated and worshiped, and it gave him such a heady feeling of power and lust. Reza was touching him back, running his own hands up and down his arms and over his shoulders and chest. Shane was such a finely made man, that magnetic attraction between them was a two way street. “Probably not,” he replied, a tiny smile crossing his lips. They were both very hands-on lovers, and he was sure he’d touched every inch of Shane as well. Reza had even been inside of him, which was always a mind-blowing experience, so their bodies were well-acquainted by now. Reza dipped his head in to kiss his man, his hips starting up a slow roll, eager for the warm teasing friction of Shane’s stomach under his cock. He had no real idea what configuration they would end up in, the journey just felt leisurely and pleasurable and perfect.
Shane was in some murky territory between blissfully calm and deliciously riled up and it was a strange mix of feelings to have but an exceptionally good one. He simultaneously felt like he was melting into pleasure and ready to rear up like a gladiator on crack. A sexy one, obviously; there'd be no fighting here tonight. Reza tended to bring out those sides of him with ease, tickling both the passive and aggressive parts of him in equal measure. He wanted to just sit there and watch Reza move, but he also wanted to pick him up and rail him against the nearest surface - horizontal or not. He let the calm stay in control for now because he was really enjoying the way Reza felt on his lap and that heady feeling like being in warm water but without the terror. He let his hands roam over Reza's body but they always seemed drawn to his ass fairly quick. Today was no exception and he grasped onto him and squeezed, following his movements as he kissed him back deeply.
Even though he was remaining calm, Reza could almost feel the delicious tension humming in Shane’s body ... or maybe he could hear it on a level he wasn’t consciously aware of. Either way, he loved to sense it, a layer of animal hunger underneath the way Shane touched and tasted him. Reza’s ego had been healthy to begin with, but being with this man had really made him feel irresistible for the first time in his life. He kept kissing and rocking against Shane until his cock was leaking steadily and he felt lightheaded with arousal. Reza pulled his mouth back to catch a few panting breaths, and finally slipped his hand between them to wrap it around Shane’s cock. “Fuck, you always make it so hard to be patient,” Reza whispered, giving the hot shaft a squeeze. He scraped his teeth over his bottom lip as his hips gave another slow rotation. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
"How about I just take what I want," Shane suggested breathily and as much as he was loving this and kind of wanted to just stay like this and enjoy those ethereal movements his lover kept making, he too wanted more. "Kinda like making you wait for it though," he teased, but he was already letting go of Reza with one hand to reach over to where he knew the lube was hidden away. For a second he didn't find the bottle and the idea of having to get up and search for it made him groan in displeasure, but then there it was, solid plastic against his fingers and he grinned again, relief washing over him. It wasn't a big deal moving around, but he really didn't want to jostle Reza and change up the moment. "Stay right where you are," he said as he opened the bottle between them, dribbling a generous amount on his stomach both for Reza to rub his cock against and for him to get his fingers slicked up.
Shane’s first words sent bright sparks running up and down Reza’s spine, and he grunted softly. That casual dominance that Shane often slipped into was so fucking delicious, it always made him feel like he was melting inside. He tried to be patient while Shane hunted for the lube, dipping his head in to nibble at the side of his neck for a brief moment. Reza groaned as the skin he was rubbing against got slick, the coolness of the liquid made something clench pleasantly in his core. He kept rocking his hips as he pulled back enough to look down and watch what Shane was doing, and how his own cock looked, sliding against his abs. A soft curse fell from Reza’s lips and he glanced up to make eye contact with Shane.
Shane let his lubed up fingers trail over Reza's cock before he reached around him again to toy with his ass. He didn't need a lot of preparation but Shane still delighted in giving it to him. It had more to do with the tease and pleasure giving than the preparation at this point and today he liked taking his time, tracing the rim before pressing a couple of fingers inside his lover. Reza would have made such a good sex worker, an expensive one, yet here he was, free for Shane to take and nobody else - yet at least. The fantasies of orgies were always playing on his mind, but even then he knew Reza was his. "I love the way you move your body," he murmured, staring back into Reza's eyes and slowly fingerfucking him, following Reza's own rhythm.