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 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.

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That made two of them. Which was good.

Dante never did regret showing up here.

He brushed his hand up along Ezra's leg, pushing him just a little further open. Nice. Smoother. He moaned into Ez's neck, the rhythm itself speeding up. Yesnicewarmtight.

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Ezra had one hand free and used that to reach back over his shoulder, where his nails ended up trying to find purchase against Dante's shoulder, because there were those moments he enjoyed being all tangled up with a partner, and apparently this was one of those.

He shut up.

Well. Mostly. There was definite growling happening from time to time. Fragmented moans when his hand sped up over his dick. They were definitely getting somewhere now.

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Yeah, Dante wasn't going to object to Ezra putting his nails just about anywhere, least of all now. His own moans were scattered, interspersed with profanity, his hips occasionally breaking rhythm to rock in hard again.

It was more position than discipline that kept him from getting any rougher; he bit Ezra's neck again, his grip getting firmer in Ez's hair.

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Ezra responded by digging his nails in harder. He'd already left a ton of marks, and more wasn't a bad thing. In fact, it was better. There was even a level of desperation to it. Kind of clawing, really.

Just another sign that he was getting closer and closer to unraveling. He might've even moaned something to that effect. His hand was certainly working like he intended to get to a spectacular end sooner rather than later. And he was shifting, squirming against Dante from time to time. Been a while since he'd had a warm body plastered against his body like that.

He could get used to this.

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Pain spidered through Dante's shoulder, frizzling his nerves. The next time he swore, it was drawn out and ragged, and his eyes shut to go along with it.

Fuck, but that just gave this that hint of edge he'd been looking for.

His movements were getting more ragged, too. He wanted more, and he wanted it now, and he was happy to go and fucking get it, fuck, yes.

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That, again, made two of them. Because Ezra was of like mind. He was panting and there were a lot of sensations happening and it was overwhelming in just the way he liked it. He was getting there. Getting there ––

Okay yeah he was done. He was gloriously, gloriously done, swearing and panting and moaning out the pleasure.

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Fucking hell, Ezra's mouth. That kinda noise had to be criminal, right?

As always, Dante threw himself fully at the haze as it crashed over him a few moments later, groaning into Ezra's shoulder as his hips made a few more haphazard thrusts-- trying to get in as close as fucking possible as he went.

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Every part of Ezra had pretty much been declared potentially illegal at some point or another.

He wasn't thinking about anything like that right now. Or anything at all. Panting. That was what he was doing. With a shudder or two thrown in for good measure as the peak abated.