smilestopscars | 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 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.

And Ronan remained quiet, watching. His body had finally calmed and though he hadn't relaxed, that wasn't due to anything but the way he always held himself. He rarely relaxed.

He blinked slowly, breathing in and out, deep and slow while he watched.

"No help?" Ezra asked with a wobbly smirk, for no other real reason than to tease. He really wasn't expecting any help. He was expecting eyerolling and words about how Ronan couldn't be bothered to do any more than he already had.

His hips pushed up and off the bed just a little, into his hand.

"I'm watching." He didn't say anything further and he didn't roll his eyes. Ezra could thank him later.

But what if Ezra had wanted to make fun of him for giving attitude? There was nothing to make fun of in 'I'm watching'. So Ezra just said, "Suit yourself."

His breathing was turning to gasps, anyway. He teased himself with a couple of slower strokes before going right back to the faster ones. His body tried to arch off the bed. His hand kept moving.

He was holding on, but it would only be a moment longer. Probably a short moment.

This suited him. He thought that not leaving would give Ezra some kind of leverage to tease if he looked hard enough but he didn't say anything about that. He didn't say anything.

His breathing maybe quickened slightly and his blinking was slow.

Ezra's breathing had quickened significantly. His eyes were mostly closed now, too. It was just him and his hand and the rapidly approaching end – and then the end was there.

He came all over his hand and his stomach and it didn't matter because it felt great.

Ronan spent a few more moments just watching before he finally stood up and buttoned his pants. He glanced back at Ezra, spent and messy on his bed, before moving towards the door.

But, he made a brief stop to grab the tissue from earlier and tossed it onto the bed next to Ezra. For Ronan, that was nice.

"See you around," he said, voice clear before stepping out of the room. Hope Ezra hadn't expected cuddling.

Well, he'd hoped for something that didn't kind of kill his spirits by being too abrupt. But he knew better than to expect anything like that from Ronan of all people.

He still rolled his eyes as he grabbed for the tissues.

"Fine, be boring."

Room 210, Monday Afternoon

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