Room 210, Monday Afternoon

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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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"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."

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

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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?"

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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?

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"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.

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"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."

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"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."

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"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."

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"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."

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

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"You said I was too literal."

It was a whole thing of opposites.

Now he was stalling just to be an ass.

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

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"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.

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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.

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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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Ronan said nothing but gave him a look that he hoped would answer that question. He was never done being difficult. Never. It was a shield, a defense he used to keep everyone out.

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Being a smartass served much of the same function often enough. It was just gentler on the people receiving it.

Ezra knelt down again, his hands on Ronan's knees. "Oh, fine, grumpy."

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"Didn't you kick me out last time I started calling you names?" he wondered, raising an eyebrow ever so slightly.

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"Are you going to flounce because I called you grumpy?" he retorted, running his hands up Ronan's thighs. "Should I get up again and out of your way? Or are you just going to deal with it until you have good reason to be pulling on my hair?"

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"Just an observation," Ronan remarked, shrugging one shoulder. "If I wanted to leave, I would have already done it."

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"That's probably true." One of his hands rubbed Ronan's inner thigh idly. The other traveled high enough to brush over his cock. "You're very good at flouncing, grumpy."

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"It's not grumpiness," he told Ezra though he didn't elaborate. "Get a new word."

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"I'm too lazy for that," Ezra replied, looking up while his fingers traced Ronan's cock through his pants. For a second, before they went up a little bit to try and undo the pants. "I think I'll use grumpy until a new word is provided."

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"Boring," Ronan told him, sounding just the tiniest bit distracted. Just slightly.

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"Entertaining you with my words is not a top priority for me," Ezra told him in turn. Nimble fingers had gotten his pants undone, and his hand slid down the open front for just a few, not particularly light touches. "Sorry."