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 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.

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Dante worked his hand into Ezra's hair, letting out a muffled, low noise in return.

Took his time to slide back in. His hips kinda wanted to pick it up already, but there was something about the sluggish, lingering pleasure that was doing interesting things to his nerves.

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Ezra was an aficionado of both the fast and slow ways of doing this, so there was nothing surprising about his enjoyment of this. Not that he objected to the idea of a change of pace, either.

His hand resumed its downward trek, until he could wrap it around himself. He moaned.

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"Hot," Dante groaned, tugging on Ezra's hair both to expose more neck and to get a better angle to look down at him.

He picked a slow pace, though it was a little faster than his opening motions. Nicer that way.

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Ezra matched his chosen pace with his hand. Good. He was a fan. Also of the hand in his hair, on top of everything else. It was ridiculpous how into that he was, really.

Not that he analyzed his quirks. He just enjoyed them. "Mmm, keep going."

(As if there'd been a threat of Dante stopping.)

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No danger of that at all.

"Was planning to," Dante said, and there might've been a laugh in there; a moment later he was biting down on the expanse of Ezra's neck available to him now.

His fingers weren't leaving Ezra's hair any time soon, either. He gripped, not very strong, but firm enough that Ez'd feel it.

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He definitely felt that. It was a nice added sensation. Of course, the bite kind of drowned it out for a moment, but still.

The bite caused a low growl. A few quicker strokes for the hell of it before his hand went back to an easier pace. For now.

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Couldn't go that hard in this position, but Dante gave in to temptation and rocked his hips in hard and fast-- just once, before sliding back into slow strokes.

Seemed like the appropriate response.

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Oh, it was. You could tell by the way Ezra hissed. There was even a shiver up his spine. "Oh you're good."

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"Thanks."

Dante'd sound amused, but that got swallowed up by a moan. "Mm, fuck."

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Ezra leaned back into him, and into the thrusts, and into everything. He closed his eyes in favor of feeling.

And hearing. Because sometimes a good 'mm, fuck' by his ear trumped a lot of things he could see.

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Dante was enjoying the visual input a lot right now, though. He dragged his gaze back up from Ezra's hand to Ezra's expression, his lips quirking against the guy's neck. Fuck, yes, that looked hot. His thumb slid out of Ezra's hair and over the skin behind his ear, down towards his neck.

"See," he said, voice low and a little ragged already, "So fucking hot when you just go for it."

He gave another sharp thrust of his hips.

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"Mm, you're pleasing my ego and my body," Ezra sighed - after a little growl escaped him, of course because yes please, a sharper thrust. He drew another ragged moan with another tighter, quicker stroke, too. "I like it."

He sounded oh so wonderfully distracted.