Ezra responded by digging his nails in harder. He'd already left a ton of marks, and more wasn't a bad thing. In fact, it was better. There was even a level of desperation to it. Kind of clawing, really.

Just another sign that he was getting closer and closer to unraveling. He might've even moaned something to that effect. His hand was certainly working like he intended to get to a spectacular end sooner rather than later. And he was shifting, squirming against Dante from time to time. Been a while since he'd had a warm body plastered against his body like that.

He could get used to this.