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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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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'.

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.

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."

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

"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?"

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

"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."

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

"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."

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

"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."

"Good," Ronan muttered, looking down and sighing. He didn't want to talk or chat or anything else that required too much thought right now. This was better.

He'd been pretty clear about his preference for Ezra shutting up before, too. And Ezra was obliging, mostly. For now. Except for what was necessary.

Like this. He gave Ronan's pants a little tug. "We need to get these down."

"Yes, it does seem that way," Ronan said and very helpfully lifted his hips to make that a little easier on Ezra. Just a little.

Helpful enough that Ezra could pull his pants and shorts down all in one convenient movement.

"Thank you."

"My pleasure." At least, he expected it to be his pleasure very shortly. He leaned back on his hand again, feeling not at all shy about being half naked.

Considering Ezra was all the way naked, there was absolutely nothing to be shy about. Ezra certainly wasn't.

He smirked as his hand wrapped around Ronan's cock for a few firm strokes. Then it disappeared, but with good reason. Hard to smirk too much when he ducked down to let the tip of his tongue lick a slow swirl around the head of the cock his hand was still stroking.

His breath was warm against wet skin.

Ronan let go of a long, shaky sigh. He leaned back on both hands now, sliding his hips forward a bit to get closer to Ezra and really, Ezra's mouth. He didn't much like the talking but he could admit that this was something Ezra did really well.

And he really needed it.

Ezra prided himself on his prowess when it came to things like this. He was good. He knew he was good. He was comfortable in that knowledge.

He was a tease, so Ronan wasn't getting his mouth quite yet. Not all of it. He was still just using the tip of his tongue. It flicked against the head of Ronan's cock, then licked over it, pressed more flat. His hand was still stroking, too. Nothing to complain about.

Ronan could deal with a little teasing. He wasn't one to want it constantly and for long lengths of time but some was good. Right now was good.

He was silent for the time being, head tilted back and hands flat on Ezra's bed. That would probably change as things got a little more intense.

It usually did.

(Ezra wasn't sure how they'd already been doing this enough for there to be a 'usually', but he didn't mind that.)

The teasing was about to stop. Ezra pulled back, and licked his lips. But all that meant was that they were nice and wet when they went around Ronan's cock. Which they did. His mouth was warm and wet too.

"Jesus." It was a rare occurrence when his words weren't tinged with anger or disdain. Anything sexual tended to make his words a little more breathy, a little less angry. His hips lifted slightly, trying to meet Ezra's mouth halfway before they settled down again.

Ezra's mouth tried to pull into a smirk. tried, with very little success. Far too busy.

Because he was currently trying to slowly but steadily show off his skills at going a little deeper than most. Getting Ronan to make noises like he just had was more than worth it.

Ronan wasn't growling.

Yet.

But he was definitely shifting more than he had been and the fingers on one hand curled tightly into the sheets on the bed, tugging and giving him something to outlet his sound to for the moment.

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