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 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.

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Dante sighed an appreciative curse of his own into Ezra's neck. He took advantage of the situation right after, nipping and licking at Ezra's throat.

His hips did a little roll into that hand. Yep. Definitely waking up.

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"Oh I think we'll make something hard out of you yet," Ezra teased. While palming the head of Dante's dick because why not? It seemed like an excellent thing to do.

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"You're definitely putting in the work," Dante snickered, a little breathless.

He slid his fingers as far down Ezra's back as he could reach, settling them right over the beginnings of a dip down.

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That was a pretty good spot. Ezra approved - and also shifted a little closer. For reach reasons, but also general closeness reasons.

"Well, I'd hate to not do my part. It's in my best interest, as a person looking to get screwed."

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Dante smirked, using the extra closeness to move his fingers even further down. Hi there, Ezra.

"Hey, I like to see this as teamwork," he said, sliding his thumb over Ezra's tip.

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Well hello. Mmm.

"And I'm a team player." He actually was, funnily enough. But right now with the closeness was kind of making their stroking hands brush against each other and he was much more interested in that. Because there was some unused potential in that, and maybe he'd act on that in a second.

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Dante'd left Ezra's neck with no attention for too long, anyway. He pressed a long, sucking kiss against his throat; the only reason he wasn't pressing his weight against Ezra in the process was because it would jeopardize his questing fingers down below.

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And Ezra didn't want him to jeopardize those. Because those had a lot of potential for joy.

Ezra shifted. Since they were already pretty much hips to hips, he had something he wanted to do. That something included the seemingly counter-productive action of gently pulling Dante's hand away from his dick, while he slid his own other hand down.

Because this was a perfect time to wrap his hands around the both of them. Stroking with a specific kind of extra friction

Ezra growled.

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"Oh, nice," Dante groaned, shifting to make that even easier on him.

He brushed his fingers along Ezra's entrance. Moved his mouth back up to kiss him again.

Very, very nice.

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That was an encouraging reaction to get. And Ezra kissed him back while his hands kept working over them both. Not too gently, either. More like he was greedy for the sensations.

As for the hand at his ass, obviously he wasn't ignoring that. Definitely not. That was what shifting once more to try and get his leg over Dante's thigh was for. Continued closeness for ome thing, more room for another.

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Well, Dante had an arm he wasn't using now. Didn't mind helping Ezra out with some support, especially if that meant getting a hand on his leg. His hips gave a tiny twitch forwards.

He needed to focus a little to do what he was hellbent on doing, but Ezra was frustrating him in the best way. He sighed, rubbing gently now.

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Ezra wasn't sorry about being a distraction. Not even one bit. He applied pressure over the tips of both their dicks just so, and moaned against Dante's mouth.

See? Not sorry.

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Dante gasped in reply, nipping at Ezra's bottom lip more out of instinct than anything else.

Both of his hands slid down to Ez's ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

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Not something Ezra would disagree with, there. He would've pushed his ass backwards, too, had that not detracted from what was happening between them.

The obvious choice was to roll his hips forward for an extra bit of friction.

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Dante smirked, sliding his face past Ezra's for the moment. "Nice ass," he said.

He was going to be ready to move in a moment, but he was still coming off that basking streak and didn't mind lingering a bit, just this once.

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"Thanks," Ezra replied with a smirk of his own. Lazy but sharp in its own way. "Nice cock."

Well, one compliment deserved another. Even if it was extra dirty.

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"Thanks," Dante said, and nipped at Ezra's ear because he was there anyway.

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As good a reason as Ezra ever had for doing things. "Mmh." He nipped at Dante's jaw in turn. It was there, more or less. "Good everything, if we're being honest."

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"Lot of hot people in this room right now," Dante agreed.

He let go of Ezra's ass, mostly so he could stretch.

And then put his hand on Ezra's wrist. "Think it's time for a new perspective on one, actually."

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"And which perspective is that?" asked Ezra.


While sounding like he was cool with absolutely any.