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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 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.

"You get excited awfully easily," he told Ezra, shaking his head though his hand didn't slow or move away. "Might be considered a weakness."

"It's not a weakness," Ezra argued lazily. "I'm just open about what I like and enjoy."

"Some people'll exploit that," he said and gripped a little harder, trying to stroke him as best he could through his pants. "Make you regret being open about anything."

Ezra hissed in a breath and rolled his hips against Ronan's hand. The fabric of his expensive boxers was thin and smooth enough for it to feel... pretty damn good.

"And you think my enjoyment of this could be exploited somehow?"

"Not your enjoyment of this," Ronan corrected, shaking his head. "Just being that open. It's exploited all the frigging time."

He pulled his hand away only to slide it down Ezra's boxers and over his dick again.

"Are you concerned for me?" Ezra teased, because he couldn't help it. It was in his blood. (A lot of which was currently heading down to where Ronan's hand was, but that was irrelevant to this point.) He reached out and put a hand on Ronan's arm. For balance, maybe. "You shouldn't be. I don't have a lot to exploit."

His openness concerned pretty superficial things, for the most part.

"Please," he said, rolling his eyes. "I don't get concerned. For anyone."

Well, maybe Chainsaw. And Matthew.

"I'm just stating a fact." Whole stroking his cock underneath his shorts.

Ezra smirked again. "You're very good at stating facts."

Or stroking cocks. Either one. Ezra rolled his hips against Ronan's stroking hand. He was getting hard.

"I'm good at everything," he said, not even sounding smug about it. It was a simple fact to him. Simple and easy to state.

With that being said, he pulled his hand away and motioned towards the shorts. "You want more? Take 'em off."

Ezra didn't need to be told twice. Once was just enough. His smirk widened, and he pushed the boxers down his slim hips. Down his legs and onto the floor.

"Done."

"Mmm." Ronan circled around him, taking in his body and stopping until he was behind Ezra and he could rake his nails across his back and hip.

Ezra felt a shiver travel down his back. He let it happen. He was nothing if not comfortable with being the only naked person in a room.

"Do you approve?"

"Not bad," he mumbled, reaching further around and down to try and grasp Ezra's cock. "Not bad at all."

It was definitely there to be grasped. And that gave Ezra a great excuse to try and lean back into Ronan a little bit, too. Because that made it easier for him to reach, see.

Ezra sighed. "Good. I like being appreciated."

"Of course you do," he said, giving Ezra's cock a few slow strokes and letting him lean back without tensing up or pushing him away. "Of course."

"Of course," Ezra agreed, closing his eyes for just a moment. Hey, he felt really good and wanted to perhaps savor that for a second. "Glad we're in agreement. I'd hate for my character to be misunderstood."

Having a big ego was a big part of him.

"Why do you talk so much?" Ronan asked and it was an actual genuine question. No outright judgment in his tone but there was some curiosity. He kept his stroking slow, steady.

"Why do people talk in general?" Ezra replied, his tone light and lazy. His breathing was a little more heavy now, but pleasantly so. "Because they have things to say. Because I have things to say. A lot of them."

Also it probably covered up a lot of things. Different things at different times. Ezra wasn't as open as he seemed.

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