smilestopscars | Room 210, Sunday Afternoon

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.

"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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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."

"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."

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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."

"Definitely making things easier," Dante said.

He only had the one strip of hair running from back to front, but he did scratch idly at the short, prickly fuzz on the side of his head. "So you were just expecting your friends, or...?"

He was kinda curious. Not curious enough for a direct 'where are your parents', because fuck if he'd hate to get that question himself. But kinda enough to give Ez an opening.

Ezra snorted.

"Fandom couldn't handle a bunch of foxes present at the same time." Also he would probably not allow his sisters to come run around the island for other reasons, either. "Better for everyone if it's just me."

"Guess we would be getting foxy overload," Dante mused, sliding down until he was fully on the bed.

Meant his feet were almost off the bed, though. The perils of being tall.

"There's two of us here already," Ezra replied, tucking his hand under his head. "I think."

He was yet to become quite sure about Kira. She smelled odd, in the most fascinating way.

"I don't think anyone needs my sisters added into the mix."

"They that much of a handful?" Dante asked.

Ezra glanced over with a smirk. "We all are."

Look, his mom stole sweaters for his friends as Christmas presents.

"That could end badly," Dante said, shooting him an amused look. "But a weekend full of chaos could be fun."

But, well, again, he was the boy whose signature sword was called Rebellion.

Ezra waved a hand dismissively. Well, mostly lazily. He couldn't be persuaded to do things in any other fashion right now.

(Well, not unless someting dirty was on offer.)

"This is too far away for my mom to bother, anyway," he said. "You'll have to make do with whatever chaos I can stir up by myself."

Dante shot him a glance. Then something came to mind, and he smirked. "You're wilier than you act, aren't you?" he said. "Heard you got laid twice over the stereo thing."

Ezra laughed. Half in surprise, half because hey, those were some very good memories to be reminded of. "I did," he confirmed. "In two very different settings, no less. Both very satisfying."

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