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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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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.

Ezra could feel tension starting to build, and that was enough for now. He pulled up, sucking lightly as he did. He pulled up so far it was again really just the tip of Ronan's cock between his lips and his tongue swirling around it.

And then back down again he went. Deep.

And then up.

Down.

"Fuck." That word was sharper, harsher and was probably paving the way for more noise, more words. He tugged at the sheets now, pulling the fabric up and using that grip to try and control himself, control his body.

He breathed heavily, walking that fine line between bottled up control and outright moaning and growling. He wasn't there yet but he was getting there and he loved that it felt so good on that path.

Didn't it? That was Ezra's entire aim. For him to feel good. For him to let go of his anger and his grumpiness-or-whatever for just a small while. And this was such a simple way to do it.

He picked up his pace a little. The slide down was a little faster, the upward movement as well. He sucked a little harder, a little sharper.

Okay, he growled. Quietly but it was definitely there. That and the lift of his hips, the thrust forward because he couldn't be still anymore. He had to move, to shift, to arch while the whole of his spine was a tense line and his muscles were taut.

Good.

Ezra kept going. He curved a hand against Ronan's thigh and he kept going, making sure there wasn't a moment that Ronan wasn't feeling something. Sucking, licking, rubbing. His lips, his tongue, the roof of his mouth. Anything and everything, delivered with eagerness and wet sounds.

And a deep but understandably muffled moan. Because Ezra had one hand free, and he found himself getting a little turned on again, and it seemed like it would be a shame for that to go to waste.

He could give head and jerk off at the same time, no problem.

The sad thing was that Ronan's eyes were shut tight, brow furrowed and limbs so taut and tense that any concentration he could have used to look down at Ezra was now being used to not wrap his fingers around Ezra's head and arch into his mouth.

See how courteous he was?

He couldn't stop one hand from shooting out, tangling in his dark hair and tugging once or twice but he wasn't rough about it, didn't try to do anything besides tug.

His words had died off to quiet moans or gasps and hisses of pleasure and want.

Ronan still got the benefit of feeling some of the moans, even if he didn't get the nice visual. Oh well. And Ezra could probably have taken something more than tugging, but this was good too. It allowed him the focus to do what he wanted to.

He was still going a little faster. He wanted it intense and almost a little harsh. He wanted to try and make sure that Ronan would be panting for a moment after this, because he was definitely going to be.

He was still stroking himself. That was a little rough as well.

Ronan trembled involuntarily. A direct result of trying to keep such a tight rein on his control. Trembled and shuddered and cursed though it was still quiet.

The fine trembling turned into something more and his hips pushed up, hand tugging and gripping and pulling before his hips gave one more jerk and he started coming. He didn't scream but he did gasp and mumble incoherently.

Ezra made no attempt to pull back while that was happening. His hand was around his own cock but it stilled as he let his focus get shifted fully to making sure Ronan's orgasm was the best possible one. He swallowed and made sure to lick and suck until there was nothing more left.

Only then did he pull back and sit back on his heels, and look smug while he gave himself a few slow strokes, watching Ronan.

Ronan finally blinked his eyes open, rubbing one forearm across his face before focused returned and he could see Ezra again. He made no move to get up. Soon but not yet.

Instead, he sat there quietly and collected himself though he was aware of Ezra was doing.

For a moment longer, anyway. Because after a moment, Ezra stood up, and he moved, and he unceremoniously flopped over onto his bed in the space Ronan wasn't currently occupying.

He stretched out lazily. No, he hadn't come again yet. He'd get to that.

Ronan still said nothing but he did reach down and pull his pants and shorts up though he sat back down after he'd done that. He wasn't making a move to help but he was watching, at least.

Ezra grabbed a pillow and slid it under his head. He looked content, and lazy. One hand rested on his flat stomach, while the other snuck down to wrap back around his cock.

After the little wait, the first strokes felt good enough to force a shuddering sigh past his lips.

Watching was probably the only thing keeping him there right now, stopping him from leaving since he was gone. So, he was watching. Intently. He kept his hands to himself though, kept himself still save for his eyes.

He'd watch until this ended or he got bored.

It wasn't going to last very long, so there was that. Not that Ezra seemed to care very much whether he was there or not. He was watching Ronan with a lazy gaze but most of his attention – understandably – was on himself.

He let his strokes get a little harder, a little faster, a little more rough. His thumb rubbed over the tip on a stroke or three, and little noises were beginning to escape his lips.

Room 210, Monday Afternoon

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