smilestopscars | Room 210, Sunday Afternoon

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?

He had. Hey, at least Ezra could keep a promise.

"Fuck," Dante gasped, and then Ez's mouth was on his other thigh and biting and it was less of a Fuck and more of a Ngggh. His nails scratched lightly over the back of Ezra's neck and his hips wanted to move but they didn't quite know where.

And maybe in a second he'd realize he was running that other hand through Ezra's hair again, this time in pointless circles, but right now his focus was pretty single-spot.

Ezra had realized. Or noticed. One of those. It was nice, although his focus was elsewhere too, really. There was a lick along the thigh, for a false sense of gentleness before another bite.

It was pretty harsh. The ones after were much lighter, but then again they were happening on sensitized skin, again. Because he was the worst, or the best, or at the very least a giant tease.

Dante's eyes had shut a while ago, but he was prying them half-open now, craning his head so he could get a good look at what was going on down there.

Hazy look, but still. A good look. 'Cause he was pretty much aching by now.

"Jesus, Ez," he muttered shakily.

"Hot."

Had Dante not been looking for an assessment of the way he sounded right now? Too bad, he got it anyway. Ezra licked over the soon to be bruised skin, then looked up with a smirk.

"Is there something you want, darling?"

"25-75 on wanting you to fuck me or suck me off right now," Dante sighed. "Nice one."

Fuck. Really nice one.

Ezra clucked his tongue. "I don't know if I should do either while you can still do math that well."

That was a lie.

"Hey, I'm not stopping you whatever you do," Dante drawled, because he was out of it that much, at least, and it was audible in his voice.

For that one, he got one last bite on his already bruised thigh. Not that he'd know it was the last one. It was harsh, though, in particular because it was mostly on skin that had already been through enough.

But he was quick to switch up the sensations. Something had been mentioned about sucking someone off, and Ezra was more than happy to provide. And it wasn't just some idle lick, this time. Not when he could just go for taking Dante all in.

No biting there. Sucking, though? Most definitely.

Biting there would be a little much.

Not that Dante was thinking about that. At all. Holy shit. The bite had seen him squirm and gasp, and then fuck, uh, fuck. His fingers gripped Ezra's hair tight and he couldn't stop himself from rocking his hips up even if he wanted to.

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