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 smirked mostly to himself. He was pleased with just about everything in this situation. "Ooh? Any you'd like to share?"

It would have been unlike him not to ask.

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"Maybe if you ask nicely," Dante said, sliding the tip of one finger into him.

Congratulations, Ezra. You'd actually made him want to slow the fuck down.

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And he was going to be smug about that later. Right now, he was going to enjoy himself, but he was going to be smug later.

He sighed, relaxing his body for the finger. "Oh please, Dante, could you tell me about your thoughts about me? Please? I can give you practically anything in return."

He was above neither asking nicely nor bribing.

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Dante laughed softly against his neck. Begging wasn't really his kink, but having fun with Ezra was, and right now he felt like he was having quite a bit of that.

So he pressed his finger the rest of the way in, one smooth slide, and brought his mouth up to Ezra's ear. "Keep thinking about that hot mouth of yours," he said. "How much you like using it."

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"Well, I do like to eat," Ezra teased, sighing again. "Food's good. And, Kathy won't tell you this, but I am also very fond of going down on girls and getting their taste all over my tongue –– oh wait, you were talking about you, weren't you?"

He was hilarious.

"So you've been thinking about blowjobs. My lips around you and your dick against the roof of my mouth. That kind of thing. Interesting."

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Laughing again, yeah. Damn it, Ezra. "Mm, not necessarily me," he said, "Now you're bringing it up. Watching you go down on shop girl was pretty hot."

He began to move his finger idly, in and out.

"You just go for it," he added, bringing his free hand up to mess with Ezra's hair a little. "Don't care what you sound like."

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"Life's too short to worry about what I sound like," Ezra told him. "The odds are always in favor of it sounding hot, anyway. Besides, enthusiasm counts more and I have that in spades."

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Dante smiled, working his fingers a little further into Ezra's hair so he could give it a nice pull. "Yeah, you can say that again," he said. "So I think about your mouth. On me. My dick. Biting me. On other people, getting 'em nice and worked up."

He grazed his teeth over Ezra's neck.

"Think about you looking like you're aching for it with no fucking shame, which is the best thing, Ez."

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Ezra would very much like to thank whichever higher power contributed to you landing at this school, Dante. Very much.

He leaned back into all of the touching. "Shame's another thing life's too short for. I like what I like. I also like getting what I like."

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"Who can blame you?" Dante said, and slipped his second finger in. "Especially when you look so hot when you do."

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"Mmh." Sorry, that was for the fingers. "Thank you." That was the actual response. "Not that, for instance, guys don't tend to be up for some lip service just from the word go, but it does seem to add a little extra if it's obvious I really truly want them in my mouth. Which I do."

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Dante let go of his hair, though not without mussing it up a little, first.

If Ezra was a piece of art, Dante was the kind of guy who liked doodling mustaches on those for fun. Though it was remarkably hard to mess Ezra up.

"Oh, I remember that," he said, shoving his fingers in a little more roughly. "Really have a way of inspiring me to return the favor, too."

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Ezra's hair couldn't be mussed up into not looking great. This was just a fact.

He gasped. Then pushed his ass back against Dante's hand, just a bit. "Oh, I've noticed. And how."

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Dante smirked, scissoring his fingers as he moved. Pressed further up against Ezra, as much as he could. "You're fun when you go off, too."

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Ezra drew in a hissing breath through his teeth. "Really? I never would've guessed."

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"And this is why you should talk to people, Ez," Dante said, nipping at his neck again. "Whole wealth of knowledge."

And that would be the third finger.

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"But I'm so social," he replied, noticeably more distracted now because mmph. He shifted a little, to accommodate. "I talk to people. Sometimes."

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"I hear most of it's dirty," Dante replied.

Mm. He was starting to be glad he dipped into his not-particularly-huge reservoir of patience to drag this out. A rock of his hips sent his dick sliding against Ezra's back, which was nice.

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Ezra didn't exactly object to the feel of that, either. "Mm. Sounds like you've been talking to the right people. Ones in the know."

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"Well, if you mean ones you've fucked, then yes," Dante said. He sighed into Ezra's shoulder. "Y'know, I wondered about this," he said, reaching for the condom while trying to stay as close as humanly possible. "Usually I'm not big on slow, but then I thought hey, Ez might enjoy it."

He had to pull his fingers away to help put the damn rubber on. "And then I get to watch you do that."

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"Aww, you thought about what I'd enjoy?" Ezra teased, glancing back over his shoulder. "Adorable. But yes, sometimes slow has its worth. Build-up. All that."

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Dante might've bitten Ezra a little harder that last time in retaliation. "Like I said," he said, "This is teamwork, right?"

Then his hand slid down to grip Ezra's hip.

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Ezra gasped at the bite. But also snickered. So, that was good.

"Correct," he said. "Go team."

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"Besides," Dante said, nudging Ezra's leg up just so, "It's not like I forgot my dick was part of the equation."

As Ez was about to notice right about... now.

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It most certainly did not escape his notice. Right, more relaxing. And a little shifting to get his leg comfortable, providing all the necessary room.

Sigh.

"A crucial part."