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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"What?" Ezra asked, actually bothering to turn his head for that one. And he looked impressed. "Was it at least for a reason she could spin into being necessary?"

And, far more importantly:

"Also, did you make out on the motorcycle? There should have at least been some hasty groping."

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"She wanted me to win a street race for her so she could go help bring down the mob or whatever," Dante said, shrugging one shoulder.

He reached over to find his pants, because he kind of wanted a cigarette now.

"We might have even had sex on the motorcycle if the cops hadn't shown up."

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Ezra huffed in (mostly) mock annoyance. "Oh, the police. Always getting in the way of interesting things."

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"I know. That was a pain in the fucking ass," Dante said. He managed to swipe the little box out of his pocket and pulled back onto the bed. "But I won the race, got the bike, got free booze at a party and fucked two hot biker bunnies, so I came out okay."

He slipped a cigarette into his mouth.

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"Mmm."

Sorry, now he was stuck envisioning biker bunnies. (The type he assumed Dante meant, not the ones he actually knew, who were actual biker werehares.) It also served the purpose of distracting him from warning Dante off getting ash on his sheets.

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Hey, he wasn't going to tap the cigarette above the sheets. That was a fire hazard, or something.

But Dante was going to light it.

"Right?" he said. "Even got to keep the bike."

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"Nicely done," Ezra complimented him. Because he had absolutely no respect for the concept of private property. "I should up my game, I suppose," he added, stretching a little. "I haven't stolen anything that big or had sex with more than one person at a time in a while."

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Dante thought about it.

"We've got a fall break trip coming up, don't we?" he mused. "I could probably help you fix at least one of those."

He was a great friend to have like that.

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"Which one?"

Did he actually care? Probably not but it was fun to ask.

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"Definitely the latter," Dante mused. He took a drag off his cigarette, then poked around for something that wasn't made of wood or cloth. "Maybe the former, if we find something good."

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There was a... plate? Somewhere over on the night stand. Ezra'd had a long weekend of lazying about.

"The latter has a better payoff, anyway," he decided. "The former's fun but I don't want to drag my ill-gotten gains back onto the island."

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Plate! Plate was good. Dante reached over and tapped the cigarette over the plate.

"Maybe we'll go somewhere that actually has decent clubs," Dante mused. "That'd be nice."

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"I'll take any social place with hot people," Ezra replied, perhaps predictably. "But an actual decent club would be a plus."

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"Real music, a little grinding," Dante said thoughtfully.

He grinned at Ezra.

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Ezra grinned back.

"It's only natural," he said. "Just as natural as feeling inspired by grinding to take someone up to one's room."

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Dante dropped his cigarette on the plate. "And that's why I like you," he said. "Easily inspired."

Leaned in to nip at the skin right under Ezra's ear. Lazily.

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"It's one of my better qualities," Ezra agreed with a sly smile. "Along with my outrageous sex appeal. And my stamina."

He paused for a beat.

"And my modesty."

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"I dunno about the stamina part, Ez," Dante said, dropping his chin on Ezra's shoulder. "Not seeing a lot of evidence of that yet."

His hand slid idly over Ezra's thigh.

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"Good stamina never saved anyone from succumbing to their natural laziness," Ezra returned, turning his head a little more towards Dante. "Doesn't mean I don't... have it in me."

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This time, Dante didn't miss his cue. "Do you want it to be?" he said, and nipped at Ezra's shoulder.

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Ezra made an amused noise but didn't compliment him on being on top of the punning game this time. "I think I might," he said, as he reached over to lightly drag a few nails down Dante's chest. "Had that mimosa earlier, but I think I need something stiffer in me. Thicker than a finger, too."

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"Think I know where to find something like that," Dante mused, pressing his hips idly to Ezra's side.

Not that he was anywhere near hard yet, but something was definitely considering getting back in the game.

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"Funny, me too." In fact, he went right ahead and dragged his hand down Dante's chest and stomach – with a few loving detours over the bruises from before – down to where it could wrap around said something.

Wasn't the best angle, but manageable for some strokes. "How convenient."

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Dante hardened under his touch - though it was a toss-up whether it was the hand or the scratching that did it.

"I'm a convenient guy," he said, and let out a sigh.

His own hand slid between Ezra's legs, cupping him.

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That was also a very welcome feeling. Ezra sighed. "You're a very convenient guy," he agreed, keeping up his languid stroking. "Providing an important service."