Dante was enjoying the visual input a lot right now, though. He dragged his gaze back up from Ezra's hand to Ezra's expression, his lips quirking against the guy's neck. Fuck, yes, that looked hot. His thumb slid out of Ezra's hair and over the skin behind his ear, down towards his neck.

"See," he said, voice low and a little ragged already, "So fucking hot when you just go for it."

He gave another sharp thrust of his hips.