Dante's eyes fluttered back shut, because it turned out looking was just a stupid, unwelcome distraction from feeling. His breathing ran ragged and his movements became haphazard, though he wasn't letting go of his grip on Ezra's head, the hair under his fingers a weird but nice contrast to the sweet burn below his waist.

Then he lost track of it entirely, back arching again as he pressed his head against the pillow with a loud, shaking, drawn-out "Fuck."

And that was it.

He was gonna think back on this one fondly when things inevitably went back to shit.