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Room 210, Sunday Afternoon

Ava and Lock had meant to come visit this weekend. Or possibly Ava or Lock, since they were still being weird around each other. Because they were idiots. But in the end, neither ended up being able to come by. Some Coterie whatever, the usual. Alistair with an errand or something.

So, Ezra was spending his Sunday the way the gods had intended him to: by sprawling on his bed. And flirting with people over texts.

It was pretty great.

[ooc: Method RP as far as the doing nothing goes. Open!]

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"Oooh, do I get any hints about what you have in mind?" Kathy asked, doing as he said and laying down on his bed. "You know I love listening to you talk to me."

He had a handle on the squirming, promise. Somewhat. Mostly. Although the need to push further was definitely there, but he wasn't acting on it.

The hair-gripping was pretty tight, though. And, he knew he wouldn't need much more now.

Definitely too late for any genuine fucking to start happening here, but fucking Ezra slowly with his fingers was good enough, right?

He gave up on any fancy tricks and just dedicated himself to moving, rhythmic, letting suction and pressure do the work.

C'mon, Ezra. You earned this.

"Wouldn't you rather I get to it?" he asked with a smirk as he turned towards her and got on his knees. "We don't have too long, you know." He went to gently bend her legs, feet against the bed, as he shifted between them. "Your sister's waiting."

His hands slid to undo her pants.

"I could sit here and detail my plans for you ––" His fingers curled around the waitbands of her jeans and her underwear, and he smirked up at her while he urged her to push her hips up just a bit. "–– about how I plan to make you dripping wet in short order, then make you ride me hard and fast, maybe backwards so I can watch your ass as you're bouncing..."

He pulled her pants and underwear down. But, just past her knees. That was enough room for him to raise her legs for a moment, and duck down past said clothing items to get his head between her thighs, with her legs over his shoulders. They could get the jeans and the panties off from around her ankles later. They were safe against his back for now, along with her feet.

He smirked up.

"But wouldn't you rather experience it first-hand?"

He curved his hands along her thighs to part her further. Then gave her a long, slow lick.

Sure, Kathy could have given him a long explanation about how words were the easiest way to start getting her wet. Or she could have gone much simpler, with just a Yes! to his question about getting to experience it instead.

What she ended up doing was eschewing words entirely, sliding her hands into his hair and gasping out his name as his tongue found her. She flexed her hips towards him, urging him closer.

Ezra knew both of those things, anyway. He figured he'd done just enough with his words to get her started, though, and could do the rest through his actions.

And he wasn't about to object to getting closer, oh no. In fact, being as close as he could was instrumental for letting him tease at pushing his tongue further into her. In, then up over and between her folds, up to run a teasing circle around but not over her clit before his tongue traveled down again.

Only to do the trip again.

Several times. Enthusiastically.

Ezra was content with that level of fucking right now. Too far gone to care about any other possibilities.

He let go. Stopped trying to hold on and just let himself get a little lost in what Dante was doing to him, and how the pleasure was building up and building up and building up and making growl his moans and a few starts of Dante's name as the edge got closer and closer. Fuck, but the steady pace was good.

When he came, it was with a shudder and a yelp that dissolved into a breathy sigh of pleasure.

Dante's hand slid away from Ezra's ass, but his mouth stuck to where it was. Again: just fair, right?

Though at least now he could afford to look up. Mm, pretty, Ez.

Ezra managed to blink his eyes open and look down, too.

The feeling of prettiness was mutual.

"God."

He was willing to give that one up as a sincere statement, in his blissed out state.

It was true; after all, Kathy was hardly subtle about the things that turned her on. Especially now that Ezra had spent the better part of a year helping her discover some of what those were.

He had her damp before his tongue finished its first circuit, wet by the third, and moaning by the fourth. One of her hands detached itself from his hair to shove her shirt and bra up out of the way so she could play with her nipples that were crying out for attention.

It was also somewhere around the fourth go-round that Ezra reached down his own body to undo his pants. And unceremoniously shove his hand down them because he intended to be swift here.

Tasting her under his tongue was doing a whole lot to help with that, of course. And the glance up to see her playing with her nipples because yes, that was what he liked to see. For that, she was getting a few direct licks over her clit.

And the joy of a moan muffled against her as he stroked himself a little harshly a few times.

That was one of the best things about Ezra; he was constantly rewarding her for doing things that felt good by doing things that felt even better. Her hips bucked when he finally paid attention to her clit and her breath came in a harsh gasp.

"Don't suppose we have time for you to enjoy my mouth, is there?" she asked.

Even if she hadn't found herself loving the act of sucking sock, the memory of how mad she'd driven him with her mouth alone would have prompted the offer.

Dante pulled up and off him. He stretched languidly over Ezra, then flopped into the space next to him with a deep, satisfied hum.

"Hot."

Ezra wanted to give that some thought. Which obviously meant he had to thoughtfully suck on her clit for a second as he did.

"... Well, maybe for a minute," he decided, when his lips released her. His breath was still hitting her sensitive, wet skin. "But right after that, it's on to riding with you, young lady."

"I would definitely go steady with you," Ezra decided as he stretched out, enjoying his utterly relaxed feeling. Mm. "Or at the very least, your mouth."

Dante snickered softly. "Always happy to give you lip service," he said. "That's steady, right?"

And that moment of contemplation was enough to make Kathy forget how to word for a second or two. "Yes, sir," she whimpered when her verbal faculties returned, not at all helped by the way he was breathing on her. "I'm going to ride you right into the mattress."

"That's steady enough for me," Ezra sighed. His needs were simple. And dirty. "Mmm."

"Mm-hmmm." That was smug and he wasn't even sorry. He gave her a kiss over where he'd just been sucking, before ducking out from between her legs. He even went ahead and yanked the jeans and panties all the way off. He was ever so helpful like that. "I'd expect nothing less."

He was also kicking his own pants most of the way off, while he was at it.

Dante dropped his head against the headboard with a sigh of his own. Basking was nice. He stretched his legs out as well as he could on the tinyish bed. "Mm," he agreed.

One of these days Ezra was going to have to check in with someone about whether Anna was coming back because if not, he could really use a double wide bed. For reasons.

He just sighed again. Yeah, this was good.

Dante pried open one eye after... a little longer than he'd anticipated, actually. The nice thing about Ezra's was that he didn't feel even a scrap of pressure to put in any kind of effort post-sex.

Not that effort was necessarily bad, but.

"Parents Weekend is working out pretty nice."

He'd even eaten before coming here, so he wasn't hungry.

As far as Ezra was concerned, not bolting right after the physical intensity peaked was effort enough. (Look, for some people, that took effort. Maybe not him, but he'd met those people before.)

"So it is," he agreed, lazily running his fingers back through his hair. "With the lack of parents and everything."

"Definitely making things easier," Dante said.

He only had the one strip of hair running from back to front, but he did scratch idly at the short, prickly fuzz on the side of his head. "So you were just expecting your friends, or...?"

He was kinda curious. Not curious enough for a direct 'where are your parents', because fuck if he'd hate to get that question himself. But kinda enough to give Ez an opening.

Ezra snorted.

"Fandom couldn't handle a bunch of foxes present at the same time." Also he would probably not allow his sisters to come run around the island for other reasons, either. "Better for everyone if it's just me."

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