smilestopscars | Room 210, Sunday Afternoon

"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."

"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.

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."

"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.

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.

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.

Ezra had every intention of continuing on down along Dante's body, but the hand on him was definitely slowing that down. But it also produced a little growl right against his skin, and also? There was a lot more of that skin right up here, too.

So he was going to go right ahead and suck a nice bruise over one of Dante's collarbones.

Mmm. Dante let out a slow, wordless gasp, and the hand that had been on Ezra's chest slid up and into his hair. Encouragingly.

Ezra hummed like the sucker for hair touching that he was. He also shifted, sliding a little further down, his teeth grazing Dante's chest as he moved.

He licked over one nipple before nipping at the skin around it. A little bit of teasing.

You know, Dante hadn't noticed the hair touching thing before? Too distracted. Not so much now, though, with Ezra teasing. He dropped his grip on Ezra's dick because the angle was getting awkward. Instead, he ran his fingers through Ez's hair, gripping gently by the end.

He sighed.

Maybe it was a holdover from Ezra's fox side. Or maybe it was just one of his random quirks. He really enjoyed fingers in his hair, though.

He mourned the loss of the hand around him, but at least he could focus more now. There was a little bite around the nipple he'd already been teasing, then a harsher one an inch or two lower, snagging skin between his teeth.

He traveled further down with a few idle licks and nips here and there. Brought up his hand, too, to drag his nails down over Dante's side again, bumping over ribs.

A drawn out "Fuck," escaped from Dante's mouth, and he gave Ezra's hair another idle tug before he smoothed his fingers through it again.

He was pretty damn hard already. This kind of treatment brought out the best in him, in that regard.

And he probably wasn't thinking about his weird weekend, either.

Ezra huffed out an amused sound, and glanced up with a smirk. "Careful, I might get the impression you're enjoying this." He licked over the top of one of Dante's hip bones. "And then I might have to do something about that."

"Naw, this?" Dante said. He tilted his head. "Not doing anything for me."

Besides the evidence practically staring Ezra in the face, of course. Or the very focused way Dante was looking at him.

Damn it, Ez, you were ridiculously fucking pretty.

He knew.

"Sure it's not," Ezra replied as he shifted further back. Yeah, he could see evidence down here that was very much to the contrary.

And he wasn't about to do a damn thing about that just yet, even though he nudged Dante's legs further apart.

And knowing it just made him prettier. Go figure.

"You arguing with me?" Dante asked, looking terribly Taken Aback.

Still watching, though.

"Your hard-on is arguing with you."

Ezra was ducking down to nip the skin on the inside of Dante's thigh. That was not arguing in the slightest.

Dante laughed, slightly breathless, and then peered back down studiously.

"Oh, yeah," he said. "Missed that. Guess we're having a stiff disagreement."

He'd be serious in a minute. Probably.

Why bother? Nothing about this was very serious in the first place.

Besides, Ezra was committed to at least keeping him focused. By biting down. He definitely wanted a bruise down here.

... True. That was part of why Dante liked swinging by here so much.

Though now he definitely wasn't laughing anymore.

He dropped his head back with a low moan, and suddenly his fingers were gripping Ezra's hair a whole lot harder.

Oh, jackpot.

You know what that called for? Inching a little higher for another bite. If his teeth happened to graze the skin he'd already bruised as well? Oops.

Yeah. Sure. Oops.

Better not be an oops. Because that was one beautiful ache traveling up through Dante right now. He whimpered this time, free hand seeking purchase on the bed somewhere. There. Yes.

Complete accident. Much like the nipping of various levels of pressure that happened all along the now-tender skin. Complete accident and not at all an effort at more whimpering, or more sounds of any kind, really.

Because it wasn't like those were making Ezra stay hard or anything.

Hey, if Ezra had been hoping to turn Dante into a shivering mess in just a few minutes, congratulations. Little pain there was so good, wrecking those sensitive nerves that were used to a whole lot worse.

He blew out a ragged breath, peeling his hand off the mattrass so he could cup the back of Ezra's neck instead. He was pretty sure most of his blood was heading south, if it wasn't there already.

See what Ezra could do when he wasn't just being a lazy bastard? His general smugness was earned, goddammit. He smirked to himself, then shifted again. Further up.

And that wasn't Dante's thigh, anymore. No, Ezra gave him a nice long lick right along the length of his dick because he just couldn't help himself.

And then he went right on to make sure Dante's other thigh got a sharp bite as well. He'd said he was going to be thorough this time, right?

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