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Room 210, Monday Afternoon

Ezra had been away on Coterie business for most of last week. Nothing too bad, this time. Just your general run-of-the-mill intimidation where Ava had done most of the work while Ezra and Lock had looked casually imposing in the background. From the way the island had felt when he'd left, Ezra suspected he'd been pretty lucky in that regard.

Also he'd come back with a box full of stuff. A care package from his mother. Apparently him being away at an actual school – no matter how strange and unusual a school - merited a care package. He dumped the contents on his desk to rifle through them. Snacks, mostly. A few pairs of socks, a lighter, a few random knick-knacks. Things whatever random shopkeepers had lost them wouldn't miss much.

And there was a piece of cardboard. He picked it up. It was a card, it had a fox on it, and it was from his sisters. And the way he smiled at it was not the way he smiled at the people he tried (and succeeded) to charm around Fandom or anywhere else.

It was something far more private.

[ooc: I am still a little exhausted from last week, but baby steps. Open door, open post!]

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Ezra shrugged, without an attempt to turn.

"It's a nice shirt," he said lightly. "All my shirts are nice shirts."

"So, you don't want to take it off?" he asked conversationally, like he was asking how the weather was today.

Ezra smirked, but kept it out of his voice. "Don't try to trick me," he said. "I never said anything about that. I just told you not to damage it."

"Why not?" he asked, giving the shirt another rough tug. It was enough to strength to make Ezra step back and into him if he hadn't been prepared.

Which he definitely hadn't been. So he stumbled back a step but hey, at least there was something pretty firm back there to bump against.

"Because it's a nice shirt. I thought you knew the value of nice shirts."

"Mmm." He wasn't wrong. He leaned down, lips just a few slight inches away from Ezra's ear. "Then take it off."

"You're not going to ask nicely?"

Well he couldn't very well just obey a direct order without at least one stalling question.

"Wasn't planning on it," he said, shaking his head. "Why, you want me to?"

"I might," Ezra replied. "But I know that might involve me dying of old age while waiting for you to actually do it."

"So, don't expect it," he told Ezra, tightening his hold on his shirt and curving his body against Ezra's back for a second before letting him go.

"Oh, I wasn't intending to."

Which was why he was unbuttoning his shirt right now. Sometimes he was easily persuaded.

... Okay, a lot of the time.

"Good, then we'll get along fine," he said, stepping back and kicking the door shut with his foot and leaning back against it to watch Ezra.

Ezra let the shirt slide off his shoulders. His skin was as smooth and flawless as ever. No evidence of the time he'd had his skin heal over bumpy shards of wood. No evidence of any of his other injuries, either.

He draped the shirt idly over the back of the chair by his desk before turning around.

Ronan didn't move but something might have shifted the tiniest bit in his eyes. Just slightly.

"Having fun now?" he asked after a moment.

"Well, it's certainly looking a little bit more likely now than a little while ago," Ezra replied, leaning a hip against the chair. "What next? Pants?"

Ronan hadn't planned that far ahead but he nodded at the suggestion.

"Yes. Pants."

Ezra snickered, but went to do as Ronan wished. "Okay, sir." He undid his belt, undid the button and the zipper and slid the pants down his legs until he could gracefully step out of them.

His boxers were some unncessarily expensive brand. Of course.

"You're very compliant today," he said, amused. "Hoping for something good to come out of this, huh?"

Ezra smirked easily. "Always," he said. "Besides, I'm repaying a kindness. You're far less terrible right now than you were last time."

Ronan knew that wasn't saying much since he was often really terrible but he didn't say anything to that effect. No, he was far more content with watching and being shameless about it.

"You sound like you missed me." He didn't but what did Ronan care?

"I didn't," Ezra replied, running a hand slowly, idly back through his hair. "But, of course, that doesn't mean I don't enjoy your presence here right now."

"Oh, darn."

Said with as much feeling as if he'd just smashed a bug and gotten disgusted at the mess on the floor. But, he did push away from the door so he could step closer, stand in front of Ezra finally.

Ezra didn't move. He tilted his head a little bit, watching Ronan come closer.

He had shut up for a moment, for once.

Ronan stepped closer, bending down almost like he was going to kiss Ezra. He stopped just a few short centimeters away from Ezra's lips and then pulled right back, smirking.

But, he eased that by reaching down and cupping Ezra's cock with his hand.

Ezra did, for about half a second, consider leaning in and stealing the kiss. But, it seemed best to play by Ronan's rules here. It kept things going smoothly.

Pushing his hips against Ronan's hand, though? There was nothing holding him back from that. And from smirking back at him.

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