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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"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."

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"I like to think so."

Dante sighed. He kept his grip on Ezra's leg, just to help the guy out. And to give himself support, as he slid in slowly.

"Fuuuck."

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Ezra bit his lip and made a noise that sounded like 'unf'. Because, unf. That was the stuff.

"Much better than fingers," he murmured.

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Dante stretched his unoccupied arm out over the pillow, so at least he'd be able to use it for something sooner or later. He sighed appreciatively near Ezra's ear.

"No complaints here, either," he whispered, a lazy grin in his voice.

He slid his hand down Ezra's leg as he bottomed out with a pleased hiss.

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Ezra hummed, running a hand down his chest. "Well, you get something tight, I get something thick. Seems logical it's mutually beneficial."

He glanced back. Smirked.

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It also made sense to nip at that smirk, even if the angle was a little off.

"Yep," Dante agreed, pulling his hips back almost as slowly as he'd gone in. "Mm."

Hey, Ezra was the talker. He just made the puns.

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Ezra could generally talk for more than two people, anyway. Though right at this second, he opted to repay that nipping with a kiss that was about equally as haphazard.

But that just meant he had room.to make a small sound of pleasure in the middle of it.