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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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.

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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.

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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."

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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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"And that –– was not me calling you God."

Ezra had punned on that kind of point enough times himself to just fill one in. Breathlessly and distractedly. His hips kept moving, though. Getting into a nice rhythm that made his breathing heavier and the hold on Dante's hair a little tighter.

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The sad thing was they were missing out on some really great puns because Dante didn't know what he was. Very sad.

Dante made a valiant and mostly successful effort not to chuckle at that comment. He let the impulse segue into a hum instead, as his thumb slid into the cleft between Ezra's buttocks.

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Ezra liked the direction that heading. Not that he said as much, but there was something in his shifting that suggested that. A little more room for Dante's actions, that kind of thing.

Appreciation and anticipation.

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Dante's thumb found what it was looking for a moment later, sliding gently over sensitive muscle. For now, at least.

He bobbed his head forward and took Ezra in all the way, too. Sometimes he could multitask.

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And what good multitasking that was.

Ezra looked down and let out a growl. That was hot. That was good and hot and the hand at his ass added to that. He was feeling some major build-up happening, as if he hadn't already.

There were some needier noises from the back of his throat. He didn't mind that.

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Dante pulled back, just so he could suck on the tip, put his tongue back to work. He pressed his finger into Ezra, curling it some.

Needy noises were good. Fuck. He was almost sad he had to focus too much to be able to look.

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Ezra wasn't even looking. He wanted to, but that had the threat of sensory overload, and he wanted to hang on for a little while longer. Just a little while.

"Oh, fuck me."

Either that was a request or just an exclamation. Either way, he sounded like he was enjoying himself. A lot. As if his continuing needy noises and slight squirming weren't enough.

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"Heh."

Wouldn't have been able to make that noise if he wasn't right where he was right now, but Dante kinda had to. He pulled his thumb away, because after that, he had to replace it with a longer digit.

He slid his tongue along Ezra's length, then swallowed him down again. Leaning against him just a bit, so he wouldn't squirm too much.

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He had a handle on the squirming, promise. Somewhat. Mostly. Although the need to push further was definitely there, but he wasn't acting on it.

The hair-gripping was pretty tight, though. And, he knew he wouldn't need much more now.

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Definitely too late for any genuine fucking to start happening here, but fucking Ezra slowly with his fingers was good enough, right?

He gave up on any fancy tricks and just dedicated himself to moving, rhythmic, letting suction and pressure do the work.

C'mon, Ezra. You earned this.

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Ezra was content with that level of fucking right now. Too far gone to care about any other possibilities.

He let go. Stopped trying to hold on and just let himself get a little lost in what Dante was doing to him, and how the pleasure was building up and building up and building up and making growl his moans and a few starts of Dante's name as the edge got closer and closer. Fuck, but the steady pace was good.

When he came, it was with a shudder and a yelp that dissolved into a breathy sigh of pleasure.

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Dante's hand slid away from Ezra's ass, but his mouth stuck to where it was. Again: just fair, right?

Though at least now he could afford to look up. Mm, pretty, Ez.

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Ezra managed to blink his eyes open and look down, too.

The feeling of prettiness was mutual.

"God."

He was willing to give that one up as a sincere statement, in his blissed out state.

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Dante pulled up and off him. He stretched languidly over Ezra, then flopped into the space next to him with a deep, satisfied hum.

"Hot."

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"I would definitely go steady with you," Ezra decided as he stretched out, enjoying his utterly relaxed feeling. Mm. "Or at the very least, your mouth."

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Dante snickered softly. "Always happy to give you lip service," he said. "That's steady, right?"

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"That's steady enough for me," Ezra sighed. His needs were simple. And dirty. "Mmm."

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Dante dropped his head against the headboard with a sigh of his own. Basking was nice. He stretched his legs out as well as he could on the tinyish bed. "Mm," he agreed.

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One of these days Ezra was going to have to check in with someone about whether Anna was coming back because if not, he could really use a double wide bed. For reasons.

He just sighed again. Yeah, this was good.

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Dante pried open one eye after... a little longer than he'd anticipated, actually. The nice thing about Ezra's was that he didn't feel even a scrap of pressure to put in any kind of effort post-sex.

Not that effort was necessarily bad, but.

"Parents Weekend is working out pretty nice."

He'd even eaten before coming here, so he wasn't hungry.

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As far as Ezra was concerned, not bolting right after the physical intensity peaked was effort enough. (Look, for some people, that took effort. Maybe not him, but he'd met those people before.)

"So it is," he agreed, lazily running his fingers back through his hair. "With the lack of parents and everything."