Room 210, Sunday Afternoon

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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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Nice. Dante pressed his palm more firmly down against Ezra, his eyes slipping shut. "Fuck, yes," he sighed.

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Ezra chuckled; a low, rough sound that also had something of the pleasure he felt at the added pressure because yes.

He licked the spot, then let out a breath against the wetness. Before biting down again because well, why not? It was clearly a turn-on for Dante, which in turn was a turn-on for Ezra.

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"Fuckin' hell, Ez," Dante said. "You do know how to use your teeth."

He tugged on Ezra's shirt with the hand that wasn't currently occupied, while his hips did another nice, slow roll forward.

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Ezra greeted that with a growl in the back of his throat. And an answering upwards movement. "Mm-hmm." Was that smug? Hell yes that was smug. "I'm thinking I should show you just how well, this time. Or at least with greater variety."

He'd been a little focused on the neck and shoulders thus far.

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The interruption was as good an excuse as any to yank Ezra's shirt up over his head. "Sounds like you've got a plan ready there," Dante observed.

Sounded like a good plan. Made Dante's hips shift a little restlessly, in fact.

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And that was never an unwelcome reaction.

Ezra was smirking. "I do. It involves leaving you looking like you had a very pleasant yet intense run-in with a fox." Well, pleasant by some people's standards. "But you're also going to have to disrobe for that."

A fact Ezra could help him with by already grabbing his shirt.

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"You mean we're not sticking to second base?"

Dante batted his eyelashes. Then he sat back, letting Ezra take care of the shirt while he opened up his pants. He'd already kicked off his shoes before he got on the bed, so that wasn't something to worry about.

"I dunno how I feel about that."

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"I understand that it can make you feel a little nervous, and we can stop whenever you like," Ezra told him mock earnestly, as he disposed of the shirt by sending it flying off the bed. "I can't promise gentle, though. I hope you understand."

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Dante shuffled out of his pants with a few practiced motions, though it did mean sliding off of Ezra for a second to make it happen. If that meant making sure he stretched out on the bed nicely for a moment, well...

"I knew this would happen as soon as you got me to take my clothes off," he sighed.

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"Foxes are predators, darling," Ezra pointed out, watching him. Leering at him, same diff.

He rolled on to his side, for the moment. His plans didn't involve him remaining on his back, fun though that could often be. "Even me."

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Dante smirked back at him, slow and languid.

"So am I," he drawled.

His hand slid forward to open up Ezra's fly.

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"No, you're a puppy." He was no such thing, but Ezra had a mind to counter that kind of smirk with teasing, just because. He glanced down. "Effectively harmless."

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"Am I, now?" Dante said, raising his eyebrows.

While sliding his hand into Ezra's pants. Get some leverage.

Well, get leverage, offer friction, same thing.

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Ezra saw no crucial difference.

He did sigh, though. "Yes. And it's not a bad thing! Puppies are very cute."

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"You know, I don't think anyone's called me cute in like four years," Dante said.

Wonder why that was. Really.

He curled his fingers around Ezra. Lazily. Seemed like the right speed now.

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"Well, you are." Of course, Ezra called almost everyone 'darling' so he probably had his own standards for cuteness as well. "You're adorable."

Now he was just joking.

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Dante let out a laugh, glanced aside, and then looked back at Ezra with comically big eyes.

"You gonna write that in my yearbook?"

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"But of course." He smiled broadly. "Right alongside compliments about your manners."

He reached down to push his pants further down. Might as well get rid of those.

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At last, Dante rolled onto his side, too, keeping his one hand moving while the other one took a moment to feel up Ezra's chest. "If that's you hoping to get a please and thank you, I'm gonna have to disappoint." Beat. "Unless you try real hard."

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"I've been known to make people beg and say please," Ezra told him lightly, kicking his pants down the bed with a sigh. He leaned forward to lick a wet strip up Dante's throat. "Sometimes even thank you. I don't expect you to do that, however."

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"Good," Dante said. "'Cause I kinda suck at it. Somehow it always comes out one word short."

He slid his thumb over the tip of Ezra's dick and sighed.

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Ezra responded with a sigh of his own, though his one had some small sound of pleasure in it. He was getting nice and hard.

He shifted a little, nipping along Dante's shoulder.

"Sometimes it's still fun to try, though."

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"Not gonna object to that," Dante said, his voice dipping a little lower on the register.

He let go of Ezra, but only so he could take Ez's balls in hand. Play with 'em a little.

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Ezra sighed a curse.

Then he bit down hard. A touch for a touch! Although his was a little rougher. He'd implied bruises and was determined to deliver.

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Dante groaned loudly. Oh, he appreciated your willingness to follow up on your promises, Ezra. Fuck.

He moved his hand back up to jack a few times, faster, and slid even closer.