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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"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."

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"Now I feel like I should be saluting," Dante mused, "But I guess you're working on that."

He curled his fingers and matched Ezra's idle pace easily.

He placed the other hand at the back of Ez's neck and trailed it down along his spine.

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Ezra couldn't stop a shiver from happening. Or couldn't have, if he'd actually bothered to try. Which he didn't, because it felt like an earned shiver.

Anyway. He snickered. "You can salute to your heart's content later, I promise."

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"Thanks," Dante said playfully, and darted forward to kiss him. Just an impulse; the image of Ezra's mouth doing something else entirely was still at the forefront of his mind.

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Ezra never turned down a kiss, with or without a hand job element involved. He was pretty tired of people who rejected it because they saw it as somehow inherently romantic. He just thought it was another fun bodily contact thing to do with hot people.

So, hey. Kissing. Complete with some bites on Dante's lip because of course.

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The whole kiss-means-romance thing usually just meant Dante avoided doing it until the set-up was clear, but he had no real hang-ups about it. Just not high on the priority list.

Except he was starting to get pretty fond of Ezra's mouth. Especially when he kept using it like that.

He grunted against Ezra's mouth, pleased, and pressed his fingers more firmly against the bumps and ridges of Ez's spine on the way back, fanning them out to catch more skin.

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Ezra had about the same amount of pride about his mouth skills as he did everything else. So, that worked out all kinds of nice.

And is teeth worried Dante's lip between them while his hand picked up the pace, at least for a few strokes. Slightly less idle.

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Dante had to pull away for a second, both so he could breathe (gasp) and so he could press his mouth to the skin right under Ezra's jaw a moment later. He scraped his fingernails down the rest of Ezra's back, his own hand picking up the pace to match.

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Ezra murmured an appreciative little "Damn at both those things. He wasn't feeling particularly lazy anymore. No, he was fully present in the moment. And tipping his head back a little bit, like an invitation to his neck and throat.

His grip tightened just a little, too. More pressure.