smilestopscars | Room 210, Sunday Afternoon

Honestly? Dante didn't really know much of anything right now, besides that Ezra had the best fucking mouth ever and he'd happily fucking stay here if it wasn't for the bit where a familiar haze was setting in already.

He was also pretty sure he'd just said at least half of that shit out loud. Not that he cared. It was hot, and wet, and if he wrenched his eyes half-open he could fucking see it.

Fortuitously, Ezra even managed to provide him with a brief bit of eye contact. He knew the pleasure of visual thrills very well, in particular in situations like this.

But then his focus was back on what he considered to be most important here. And that was making sure Dante wouldn't be able to hold on for very much longer at all. See, he knew he had the best fucking mouth ever, but there was absolutely no harm in proving that all the same.

So. His attention did not let up a single bit, quite the opposite. He knew Dante was far gone, but that wasn't good enough. He needed to be gone. So, Ezra reached into his skill set to make sure he got just a little bit rougher, just a little bit deeper. And with great enthusiasm.

Dante's eyes fluttered back shut, because it turned out looking was just a stupid, unwelcome distraction from feeling. His breathing ran ragged and his movements became haphazard, though he wasn't letting go of his grip on Ezra's head, the hair under his fingers a weird but nice contrast to the sweet burn below his waist.

Then he lost track of it entirely, back arching again as he pressed his head against the pillow with a loud, shaking, drawn-out "Fuck."

And that was it.

He was gonna think back on this one fondly when things inevitably went back to shit.

Ezra saw him through it. No point being too hasty to pull away when he could make sure Dante's good experience was complete.

Though eventually he did. And the noise from his lips when he pulled back was practically pornographic. Oh well.

Went nicely with his obligatory smirk.

Dante collapsed back against the bed with a little satisfied sigh.

Give him a second.

Ezra could let him have one. He stretched out next to Dante, on his side.

He was going to need to give himself some attention soon, but not right this second.

Dante sucked in a deep breath, then rolled over so he was facing Ezra. "Fuck," he said appreciatively, "Ez, if I believed in that shit, I'd ask you to go steady."

But he didn't. So hey.

He did, however, slide his hand back into Ezra's hair and nipped at his bottom lip, so that was something.

That was way better than going steady, if you asked Ezra. All the touching without any of the monogamous commitment! Heaven.

"Hey," Ezra replied, smiling under the bite, "if I believed in it, I'd say yes."

"Awww," Dante said, sliding his hand down between Ezra's legs. "You going to be very disappointed if I suck you off instead?"

He didn't think so. But it didn't hurt if he licked at Ezra's throat, just to make sure.

"Let's see," Ezra sighed, running his hand idly up along Dante's arm, over his shoulder and up to the side of his neck. "Would I prefer stable romance to a blowjob from a hot guy?"

"When you put it like that, it does sound like a stupid question," Dante mused.

Well, in this room, anyway.

It was his turn to nip at Ezra's collarbone, though nowhere near as harshly as Ez'd done to him. Different strokes, and all that, and he hadn't quite gotten all of Ezra's buttons figured out yet.

Kinda wanted to, though.

Ezra had a ton of buttons. Probably ones he hadn't even discovered yet, considering his turn-ons could fluctuate between partners. Different people sparked different things.

He was also pretty damn curious to see what they were with Dante.

The lighter nipping was nice, for sure, and he exhaled a pleased little sigh at that as his fingertips rubbed at the back of Dante's neck. "It'd be a naive question. Especially when I'm as hard as I am."

Dante was feeling pretty languid at the moment, for obvious reasons, so the way his mouth slid down to one of Ezra's nipples might've been slower than it would've otherwise been, because he kept getting distracted along the way.

Which might've said something. Usually he was pretty focused on what he wanted.

He wrapped his hand idly around Ezra. "You know what," he said, "You are, at that. Been enjoying yourself?"

Ezra's smirk was crooked and a little smug. Okay, a lot. He shifted a little, unable to help the urge to get his hips closer to the touch. "Turns out biting's a whole new level with you," he noted. "You got hard from it. And that was hot."

"Thanks," Dante said. Smirking, himself. "Did tell you I think most things are better a little rough."

Because he had a thoroughly screwed-up experience of pain. But that fell into 'shit that would suck to talk about right now' territory. So he wasn't going to bring it up.

Especially not when Ezra was shifting like that. Seemed more like inspiration to get his mouth down to Ez's stomach quicker.

It was definitely very good inspiration for that, and Ezra wholeheartedly agreed with any and all attempts to do that. As much as he also enjoyed the talking.

"I noticed," he sighed. "And you can rest assured I'll be keeping that in mind both for future reference as well as for any... private time I may indulge in."

That was very much mock coy.

Dante tilted his head up to point his own smirk directly at Ezra.

And then right back down again, so he could put that to the head of Ez's dick before sucking it into his mouth.

Ezra dropped whatever smartass comment he'd been about to make, in favor of letting a shudder pass through his body instead because God was it obvious he needed the attention. Had been needing it. Badly.

"Oh, finally."

And Dante was a nice guy who had absolutely no interest in skimping on the attention. Especially not after what Ez just did. Mm.

He let his tongue pay Ezra a little extra attention for a second-- then he pushed onwards and took the whole thing in one go.

Fair, right?

Fair.

See, this was why Ezra couldn't understand selfish lovers. It seemed so obvious to him that pleasure should yield pleasure, whether simultaneous or happening later on. Like right now.

He was looking down, so he got to watch himself disappear between Dante's lips as well as feeling it. The growl was spontaneous and practically mandatory. The thrusts would probably follow soon, although not quite yet. Not just yet.

Hey, Ezra built up a lot of good sex karma that way. Made sense it'd come back around.

Dante drew him into a long, slow suck, his hands sliding down to cup Ezra's balls. He felt relaxed; inclined to play around.

Ezra made the kind of strangled little noise that suggested he approved of that idea. A lot.

There came the half involuntary forward movement of his hips, too.

Let it never be said Dante couldn't be accomodating.

... In a very limited range of scenarios, yes. But here, he was happy to go with the motion, sliding up and then back down again, his free hand settling encouragingly on Ezra's hip.

This was the only kind of accommodating Ezra cared about. Right this moment, anyway.

His hand ended up in what little hair Dante had. No hard tugging, more just that he needed to put his hand somewhere, and that seemed like a good place because he could feel Dante's head move.

His hips were moving. It was slight, but made all the difference in sensation.

He moaned. "Oh, God."

Ez was lucky Dante was in no state to make puns right now.

Dante's hand slid around to Ezra's ass, getting a firm grip for, uh, stability reasons. Or maybe he had something else in mind. Right now it was as good a place as any to keep encouraging Ezra's motions from.

He shut his eyes to help himself focus, letting his tongue slide around and explore when he could, without losing the motion.

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