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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 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.

"So you honestly have no ideas?" Ezra tsked, going to swiftly clean the floor. No evidence left behind. "I think you're better than that, Ronan."

He shrugged and crossed his arms. "My head's a busy place." That was true.

Ezra threw his tissues in the trash before briefly pointing a finger at Ronan. "That, I will buy."

The quiet, angry types were all in their head. Not that Ronan was currently coming off very angry.

"Will you share any of it?"

Ronan shrugged and then took a spot on Ezra's bed, making himself at home. He stretched his legs out, crossing them at the ankle.

"I don't want you to talk." Would that be a hint enough for him?

"Would you prefer me to sing instead?"

He didn't think that was it at all. He took a few idle steps towards the bed.

"I'd prefer if you stopped making any sounds entirely," he said, leaning back on one of his hands. "Make your mouth useful in other ways."

"I don't know if I can stop entirely," Ezra replied lightly. "I find I usually end up making some noise when there's a dick in my mouth."

That made it pretty clear he'd gotten Ronan's subtle hints, didn't it? Moving to kneel by the bed probably helped too.

"You know, the occasional wet smack of my lips or a sound of enjoyment, that kind of thing."

"You're too literal," he told Ezra, reaching out and grabbing him by the hair for a second before releasing him. "You know what I meant."

"You're too metaphorical and vague," Ezra retorted, unfazed by the hair-grabbing. There'd be more of that soon enough, he was sure. His hand went on Ronan's knee. "It's not very helpful. I find it better to be direct about wanting a blowjob."

"Metaphorical?" Ronan shook his head, rolled his eyes. "Stop making excuses."

"You said I was too literal."

It was a whole thing of opposites.

Now he was stalling just to be an ass.

"You are." See, that was the truth of the matter. "I wasn't metaphorical. Vague I will accept."

"I'm sorry, all I'm hearing is that you don't want a blowjob, but perhaps a debate on semantics."

He made to get up off his knees.

Ronan rolled his eyes and made no move to stop Ezra from standing but he didn't really looked pleased about it either. Though, he rarely looked pleased.

"You done being a smartass?" he asked after a moment.

Ezra stood up because nothing stopped him. He didn't move away, though.

"You done being difficult?"

He was pretty sure the answer to both these questions was actually 'never'.

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