Ezra Sagishi (
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Room 210, Sunday Afternoon
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!]
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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"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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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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The hair-gripping was pretty tight, though. And, he knew he wouldn't need much more now.
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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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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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Though at least now he could afford to look up. Mm, pretty, Ez.
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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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"Hot."
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He just sighed again. Yeah, this was good.
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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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"So it is," he agreed, lazily running his fingers back through his hair. "With the lack of parents and everything."
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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.
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"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."
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Meant his feet were almost off the bed, though. The perils of being tall.
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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."
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Look, his mom stole sweaters for his friends as Christmas presents.
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But, well, again, he was the boy whose signature sword was called Rebellion.
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(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."
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