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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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"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.

"And you think people wanna hear what you have to say?" he asked, sliding his free hand down Ezra's back and stroking a little quicker.

Ezra took a second to answer. Before that, he exhaled a little noise of pleasure, his eyes half-lidded though he wasn't really looking at anything. "I think," he sighed, "that most people are more than capable of telling me to stop when they get tired of listening."

Ronan was really a case in point often enough.

Ronan snickered quietly and rubbed a thumb over the head of Ezra's cock, hiding any smile or any expression really from the other boy.

"Whatever make you happy," he said, jerking him a little quicker, a little harsher.

Ezra's eyes closed all the way, and he let out a quiet growl, a low rumble from somewhere deep in his chest.

"My life's motto," he mumbled. Whatever made him happy. Right now, it was a hand coaxing him towards the edge and a warm body against his back.

"Unsurprising," Ronan quipped, speeding up the pace and pressure of his hand, using his fingers, his palm, anything he could to make sure that growling continued.

He pushed his body up against Ezra's again, keeping that pressure firm as well, tight and cozy.

Ezra shut up again. But without falling quiet, obviously. He leaned right back into Ronan. He was there, it was convenient.

And Ezra was gasping between his growls. A time or two, he pushed himself up on his toes and the balls of his feet, as if that would somehow get him something more. It wasn't really a conscious thing. He was racing towards the end anyway. His skin was tingling all over.

Ronan wasn't going to be trying to coax conversation out of him right now anyway. He was too busy with the handjob, jerking and stroking, thumbing and palming and applying pressure here and there that he figured would make Ezra go right over that finish line.

He didn't move away, let Ezra lean against him and kept his eyes down at his hand, Ezra's cock from over his shoulder.

Ronan, that actually counted as nice! Were you feeling quite well? Because Ezra felt amazing. His eyes were shut tight and his hands were balled into fists for want of something to grasp and hold on to. He felt like he was trembling with the effort to just hold on for a few moments longer.

Except he didn't really want to. Whatever made him happy. He was impatient and greedy by nature, and he let his control slip. Ronan liked growls? He got one, a very drawn out one, as Ezra started to come. It was a good sound.

Ronan would never ever admit it but it was a good sound. It was. And when Ezra started coming, messing his hand and probably the floor below, he stayed where he was, waiting until Ezra was completely finished before he slipped his hand away and stepped back slightly.

By then, he'd even regained his balance enough that he didn't just topple backwards when Ronan stepped back. No, he stayed on his own two feet, and blinked his eyes open.

And looked down.

Well, he'd have to clean that up. No regrets, though.

"Messy," Ronan said, glancing around for a tissue or something. "Hope you enjoyed making that mess."

There was a whole box of them on Ezra's desk. In fact, he was already taking a few wobbly steps towards said desk for them. "Oh, I did," he said. "How can I ever repay you?"

"No idea," he said even if he had several ideas. "Getting me a tissue is a good start."

"Liar," Ezra replied lazily. He got himself a few tissues, then held the box out for Ronan. Like this was a perfectly normal and ordinary thing to do. "Well, not about the tissues, obviously."

"I never lie." He just kept secrets. But, he took a few tissues and wiped his hand off before tossing them into a nearby trashcan.

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