Who: Shane and Reza When: Evening, Sunday, July 15th Where: Home, Castle View Warning: NSFW Status: Complete, part 2
A low moan came out of Reza as Shane’s slick fingers started to open him up. It wasn’t strictly necessary, but damn did it feel good, a tease of what his body knew was coming. The compliment only spurred him on, and he kept up the slow body rolls over Shane, pushing back against his fingers to get them deeper. His man always made him feel so damn sexy, Reza almost felt addicted to the attention. And god, when they kept up eye contact like that ... “I love moving it for you,” Reza whispered back, intently holding Shane’s gaze. He bit into his bottom lip to stifle a groan, but his magic was starting to bleed over and it came out louder than it should have. “Ugh, god, I want to ride you so bad already.”
Shane hummed softly as he bit back some choice words about patience because fuck it, he didn't have any either. "Why wait," he drawled instead, arching a bit underneath Reza to rub his cock against him, exhaling loudly in appreciation for just how horny he was. "I'd love to play with you longer but god damn... You bring out the glutton in me." He pressed his fingers in deeper, curling them in a way he knew would make his lover shudder, wanting more of that auditory strangeness and dark passion in Reza's eyes which he was absolutely lost in already. He could stare into those eyes for hours, drown his thoughts in those dark pools of calm and loving, but he did love it when he could detect a flame beneath the calm.
It was almost instinct to push harder against Shane’s cock, to share that delicious pressure and friction he was so enjoying. Shane’s long fingers were working magic inside of him, hot melty pleasure spreading through his core as he shivered and moaned. It was hard to keep his eyes open, his dark lashes fluttering every few seconds as he stared back at Shane, but he wanted to keep drinking in that expression on his lover’s face. Shane looked at him like he was the most desirable man on earth, and Reza couldn’t get enough of it. “God, please,” he whimpered, drawing both words out and letting them vibrate all around them. Reza rolled his hips and pushed back mindlessly against Shane’s hand, craving more of him. “Give it to me then, please baby,” he breathed.
As far as Shane was concerned, Reza was the most desirable man on earth, he was certainly the first to get Shane all up in his feelings and refuse to let go and with Shane's propensity to give up on anything and everything pretty damn fast, that was nothing short of miraculous. He deserved to be looked at like a deity, worshiped and loved and Shane wanted nothing more than to do that as long as he had the breath to. He groaned at the outright begging, scraping his teeth along his lower lip hungrily. "How can I say no to that," he murmured. "You ask so nicely." He still let Reza ride his fingers for a few seconds longer, just loving the way he moved and squirmed against him, not just asking with his words but every fiber of his being. Gradually he pulled his fingers out and grabbed Reza firmly with both hands, steadying him to align his cock against him and pushing in. It was heavenly to finally get that heat and tightness around his cock and he let out a content little sigh as he sank in deeper.
A soft ‘yes’ escaped Reza when Shane grabbed his hips, and he melted into a low groan as the head of Shane’s cock slid into him. It was so much smoother and hotter than his fingers, and Reza’s eyes rolled shut in ecstasy. He pushed back against it and angled his hips to take Shane deeper, until his weight was settled against his thighs. “Fuck,” Reza hissed as he rolled his hips, rubbing Shane’s cock against every sensitive spot inside of him. He slipped one arm around his man’s shoulders, his other hand straying down to his chest to lightly pinch and toy with his nipple. Reza loved being full of him, feeling Shane’s balls press against his ass and those strong hands on his hips. The pleasure was languid lava in his core, spreading through him and heating everything up. Reza couldn’t tell if the room was getting warmer or just them, but it felt fantastic. He forced his eyes open to watch his lover’s face as he ground against him.
Watching and feeling Reza move reminded Shane in some way of dancers and snakes though he didn't really know what the idea was born of. Fluidity, grace, a sweet dash of danger. It was kind of funny to think back on how he'd seen Reza as kind of helpless and fragile when they first met when he was anything but. His boy was dangerous if he wanted to be, vicious when he needed to be, a sharp bite mixed with all the sweet and pretty. Shane loved all of it and he stared back into Reza's eyes like he was hypnotized, one hand slipping from Reza's hip and to his cock to give him a few light and slow strokes. "That's it, baby," he drawled quietly. "Ride that cock like you own it." He couldn't help but move with him, pushing up into the heat of his body, tuned into it and sensuously following his movements to maximize their pleasure.
It was like a dance, both of them moving in unison for the sheer joy and love of it. Reza wasn’t the only graceful one in the room, and he loved to feel the motion of Shane’s body under his, like he was made of sexy-ass waves. But no, it wasn’t water -- it was fire, and when Reza braced his palms against Shane’s chest for more leverage, his skin felt extra hot. So was the hand wrapped around his cock, and Reza rocked wantonly into it, fucking Shane’s fist while he rode him with no hesitation. In his day to day life, he liked being such a fastidious and put-together person, completely in control of himself, but Shane really knew how to bring that base animal out of him. “Ya Allah, you feel so good,” he breathed, struggling to keep his eyes open as he kept moving, the air feeling thicker in his chest. “I do own it -- you’re mine, right?” Reza added with a brief, faint grin.
"Yeah I am," Shane agreed happily and he would do so even if he wasn't balls deep within Reza, out of his mind with pleasure. "I'm yours, always yours." There was no point in denying it, Reza had long since slipped through the cracks in his walls and made his home in his heart and the craziest thing was that he'd stay there even if the sex wasn't this intense. Thankfully it was though, and maybe it was extra fun to see Reza this raw and naked because of the way he carried himself at all other times. He didn't want to close his eyes, wanted to keep watching Reza and the way his eyes kept trying to close of their own accord and yet Reza kept focusing on him - to his best ability at least. He loved that fire burning within, the way he knew they were stoking it in each other.
The confirmation was a thrill even though it wasn’t a surprise, because Reza knew how fiercely independent Shane was. How he’d had to take care of himself, through some truly horrible circumstances. They hadn’t spoken directly about all of it much, but Reza was perceptive and he’d spent a lot of time around Shane now. He could sense that it was hard for him to let go and trust and give himself over to someone else, and Reza couldn’t blame him. It just made him more determined to be that soft place for Shane to land, to take care of him as much as he possibly could, to be worthy of that trust. With a strained groan, he ran his fingers through Shane’s hair and dipped in to kiss him again, breathy and nibbly, while he kept riding that delicious cock. It definitely wasn’t the most important thing in their relationship, but the sex bonded them together so well, it played a big role for them. “I love you,” Reza sighed against Shane’s lips, angling his hips so Shane’s cock hit that sweet spot inside even more.
"I love you," Shane said back, not quite repeating as his emphasis was a bit different, but it all flowed so well, a loving echo, a perfect rhythm. He meant it with every fiber of his being too and it was especially easy to say now when he felt so relaxed and aroused and they'd clarified the meaning behind the words. He could tell when Reza angled himself just right, not because of any grand reaction but there was just this spark in Reza's eyes, a different tension in his body. "That's it, baby," he moaned, and half his physical pleasure came just from knowing how good it was for Reza. He would hold back for hours for this man to get him off, endure edging and blue balls for as long as it took to make him happy but he had a feeling he'd never need to do any of that. There was that rhythm again, the perfect harmony between them, making everything flow so easily. Nothing made him feel like fire did, but Reza came so close, stirring up his passion and making his mind reel.
Reza could have lived without the affirmations of love between them, but he was beyond glad that he didn’t have to. He had always been affectionate in relationships, and he felt so much more for Shane than he ever had before, it would’ve been a big challenge to keep his mouth shut about it. He drank in the words like wine, loving how they pulsed and danced around them, floating along on the invisible ripples of his magic. Reza braced his hands on Shane’s shoulders and felt his mind slip into that brainless space where he was all movement and pleasure and nothing else. Shane’s hand felt nicely teasing around him, his cock felt even better inside, and there was happily nothing for him to do or think about besides building on that throbbing tension in his core. Reza got lost in it, his breath coming stronger and faster as the sweet pressure kept swelling. He still wasn’t rushing, but damn it all felt so good, and the moans fluttering in the air made his pleasure obvious.
It often felt dreamlike to fuck Reza, otherwordly thanks to his magic, and Shane had always loved feeling like he wasn't quite part of the corporeal world whether it was through drugs or fire. Reza was definitely healthier and safer than the other two contenders and he invoked different emotions in Shane - better ones. All he could do now was gaze up at him until his eyes refused to stay open and he let himself sink into the feeling of it all, the image of Reza moving still playing in his mind like he was still watching him while his body reeled and throbbed in time with Reza's moves and sounds. It was such perfect harmony and it was so easy to get lost in it all, the pleasure building inside of him and the pleasure he could feel in Reza's body through every way he tensed and rolled against him. When it felt like the right time, he tightened his hold on his cock and started stroking him with more purpose, his free hand straying upward to toy with Reza's nipples and rub his chest.
It was magic in ways completely outside of his powers -- outside of any powers he’d ever been aware of, at least. Maybe being able to fall in love like this was a kind of power on its own, an energy that flowed between and around them, binding them together on every plane of existence. Reza likely would have rolled his eyes at such thoughts if he’d heard them from anybody else, but feeling it all, being immersed in the experience was something else. He didn’t have to believe this kind of thing was possible, he was in it, and it felt so fucking good, especially with Shane’s hands on him. Reza let out a short cry as his pleasure ramped up sharply, his hips snapping into a faster rhythm. Goosebumps spread over his chest and down his back, his nipples drawing tight with the attention. He wasn’t even sure how long it took, too engrossed in all the pleasure, but before too long he was riding that edge, panting and gripping at Shane’s shoulders. “I’m gonna come,” Reza whined, forcing his eyes open again to look at Shane. “Can I come?”
"Mmm," was Shane's only reply for all of three seconds because he couldn't hold it out for longer than that. He felt high with pleasure - both his and Reza's - and denying Reza anything right now wasn't going to happen. "Come on my cock, baby," he murmured breathlessly and all the ways Reza's body reacted to him stood out to him, sharp in detail, each one burning itself into his mind to be fantasized about later. He met his gaze with an unfocused one of his own, a dopey grin curling his lips as he bucked his hips up in rhythm with Reza. "Show me how much you like this." He'd never felt this possessive over anyone, not like this. Playfully perhaps, more like he was playing a role, but he didn't need to pretend anything with this man, everything between them felt so real and so thick with emotions and possession was just one of them.
That was all the prompting Reza needed -- they didn’t have the dynamic where he had to specifically ask for permission to climax, but there was something fun and hot about putting that decision into Shane’s hands sometimes. Plus it was just a sexy way to let Shane know how close he was. At the moment he was beyond close, he was right there, and the extra deep thrust of Shane’s cock sent him flying. Reza lost all control of his body for a moment, bucking and shuddering in between Shane’s cock and his fist, his helpless moans rippling through the distorted air. God, it was so fucking good. Reza had always been a fan of sex and orgasms, but he’d truly never experienced pleasure that reached these heights. He didn’t know if it was being in love, or if Shane was just that good, but it didn’t really matter while his whole being was thrumming with goodness. Reza rode it as long as he could, gasping and groaning until the ecstasy started to fade.
Shane would have gleefully told him he was just that good but he couldn't deny that being in love added flavor he'd grown very addicted to. It made fucking Reza feel partially like worship, like he was some addlebrained religious fanatic staring up at his god and drowning in the bliss that followed. Nobody else had filled his mind with such fanciful images either, let his imagination run wild with different scenarios for the two of them to play in, sent him spiraling through so many different kinds of emotions at once. "There you go," he purred happily as he watched Reza's climax and held back on his own, wanting too much to be present for this to let go. "So fucking beautiful, people should worship you..." His voice was low and growly, the words just barely more than a whisper but he had a feeling Reza heard them, whether he did it consciously or not. "Fuck, look at you..." It wasn't until Reza started slowing down that Shane let himself speed up, gripping him by the hips and bucking up into him with his own permission to himself this time. Yeah he could come, he'd seen enough for now and his body was more demanding than his mind. "Fuck, I love you," he groaned, not really thinking about anything anymore as he let the carnal take over, rolling his hips just the way he liked it and reveling in the way Reza clenched around his cock.
Reza could hear those adoring whispers almost like they were happening in his own head, and they tinted all of his pleasure with gold. He was helpless and mindless as Shane grabbed his hips and started fucking him harder, the renewed assault on his prostate dragging out the sense that he was coming, even if his balls were empty. It was intense and a little uncomfortable in a way that still felt good -- Reza’s body wanted more, greedy for every bit of the man underneath him. It was all he could do to keep supporting himself with his hands braced against Shane’s chest, his eyes cracked open to drink in how beautiful he was when he was in the middle of it all. Everything was hazy though, his body stoned on pleasure and love and release and everything good between them.
The sounds still surrounded him like a physical thing, their harsh breathing, their moans, all of it pushing him to the edge faster than he wanted to get there, like he was slipping then falling and falling, his body out of control. He was both hyper aware of everything - Reza's thighs pressed against him, his fingers digging into his chest, his breath hot against his face - and at the same time mindless to it all, somewhere else, like time and space were somehow separate from him, everything short circuiting for the climax. He kept moving through it, slowing down and grinding up into Reza as he clutched him tightly, lost in the maelstrom of his own emotions and flood of chemicals. Coming back to his senses was slow and he was panting as he let himself linger in that mindlessness, the only thing he could really focus on being the good feeling of having released all that pressure.
For a few moments there it felt like continual throbby bliss on Reza’s end too, Shane’s cock still hitting that sweet spot inside of him. And Reza always loved to feel his cock swell and twitch when he came, and that delicious sense of fullness that followed. Fuck, he loved this man, more than he could put into words. He felt it so much in moments like these that words couldn’t really touch. Someone cynical might chalk it up to post-coital hormones, but Reza knew it was more than that. They were crazy in love and connected on a deeper level than they even understood. He kept moving with him as Shane lost control, milking him for all he was worth, then stilled as all of that energy released and started to ramp down. Reza smiled and let his arms relax finally, laying fully down on Shane’s chest to nuzzle into his neck with a contented sigh. Words were still beyond him, he just wanted to feel his man breathe as he relaxed.
Shane relaxed more and more, though he did wind his arms around Reza, letting them settle around his slender form. It felt perfect, all of it, the warmth radiating from his body, his breath against Shane's neck. Perfect. "You would make such a good sex worker," he murmured. "But nobody would be able to afford you. Not even kings." He grinned faintly, then turned his head to rub his cheek against Reza's hair. "You make me feel drunk with power, being mine. Like maybe I'm a god." He was half kidding, but fire tended to make him feel otherworldly and the only other thing that gave him that same feeling was being with Reza.
The first part made Reza snicker softly. He knew it was a high compliment coming from Shane, even if some people would be offended at the very notion. Reza knew better. He kept his eyes closed, warmth spreading through him at the nuzzling, and happy flutters in his stomach at the next amazing compliment. “Mm, maybe you are,” he hummed lazily. Reza turned his face up to press some kisses against Shane’s skin, making his way up to his jaw. “Or maybe you’re a djinn, playing with fire, pretending to be human.” It was a fanciful idea, but considering Shane’s power and raw charisma ... who knew. Stranger things had happened. “You would always get a discount with me, djinn or god or king or whatever,” he added, smirking and giving Shane’s jaw a little nip.
Whatever he was, Shane had intense power residing in him and it was hard not to get big headed about it. He often wondered if he'd been born with it, or if it was something that came to him when he was a child. Was it something separate from him or was it as much a part of him as his organs. Maybe he was some kind of a god or a djinn, he might never know. All he knew was that it hadn't come from his parents because they had not survived the flames like he had. "Only a discount?" he asked, more interested in focusing on the beautiful man on his lap. "And here I was cheering about getting it all for free. I'd give up my crown for you."
“Hey, if that’s my livelihood, I gotta hustle,” Reza drawled with a soft titter. “Don’t hate the player, hate the game, right?” He was teasing, of course. He would never sell access to his body unless he was really hard up for money -- Reza tried to maintain respect for sex workers, but he knew it would be a Last Resort situation for him personally. But even if he was in that position, Shane would get him for free, anytime and every time. Reza peppered some slow kisses to his man’s beautiful lips and gave a contented hum, happy that neither of them were in that sort of life anymore. “Always a king to me. So what would please you now, Your Majesty?” he murmured, a little smirk crossing his face.
"Oh, I am very pleased," Shane said happily and he liked that majesty talk, maybe a little too much. He'd absolutely revel in being royalty in theory, pampered and adored, but the reality of it was probably like with everything else, boring and hard. His life now was blessed, he could be king of his own little kingdom, bask in his hedonistic lifestyle - even if it might not last for long - and listen to Reza call him king every day. "What does that make you? My fellow king? My prince consort? My concubine?" He kissed Reza back a few times as he spoke, enjoying the intimacy and love between them.
If anybody he knew would be suited to the role of king, it was Shane, and picturing him dripping in jewels and fur robes made Reza giggle a bit more. It was kind of hot too, and made him wish a little that they had some costumes around for role play. Not that many props would be needed, this place was practically a goddamn castle already. To most of the world, they played at being kings all day every day. “Mm, I kind of like prince consort,” Reza said with a lazy grin and a roll of his hips. “Makes me sound younger. But you know, still royalty.” Though he was kind of already living like a kept man, he preferred prince to concubine. “You can still treat me like your slave sometimes though,” he added in a purr.
Shane already knew that and he also knew the limits to it so he just grinned contently and didn't question it. It was easy to say he was a slave to Reza too but they did like the powerplay that sometimes happened during sex and he knew that's exactly what Reza meant. "My slave, my prince consort, my warrior, my king," he said with a low groan, his eyes feeling a little droopy for a second at the way Reza moved. "You can be whatever the fuck you want, baby." He ducked down and pressed little kisses on Reza's sternum, savoring each one and letting it linger.
“All of the above,” Reza murmured, enjoying the way Shane’s mouth felt against his bare skin. He lifted a hand to brush his fingers through the back of Shane’s hair. He didn’t think of himself as much of a warrior, but considering how he felt whenever he thought about the confrontations that were coming, he knew he would jump into the fray for Shane. Reza kissed his head and forehead, then urged his face up to kiss his lips again too. Soon enough they would have to move, get cleaned up, come back down to the mundane earth for a while, but Reza was happy to bask in the afterglow as long as they could.