Ezra Sagishi (
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Room 210, Sunday Afternoon
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!]
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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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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Then his hand slid down to grip Ezra's hip.
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"Correct," he said. "Go team."
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As Ez was about to notice right about... now.
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Sigh.
"A crucial part."
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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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"Much better than fingers," he murmured.
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"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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He glanced back. Smirked.
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"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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But that just meant he had room.to make a small sound of pleasure in the middle of it.
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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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His hand resumed its downward trek, until he could wrap it around himself. He moaned.
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He picked a slow pace, though it was a little faster than his opening motions. Nicer that way.
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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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"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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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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Seemed like the appropriate response.
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Dante'd sound amused, but that got swallowed up by a moan. "Mm, fuck."
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And hearing. Because sometimes a good 'mm, fuck' by his ear trumped a lot of things he could see.
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"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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He sounded oh so wonderfully distracted.
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