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 rolled his eyes and sighed theatrically. "Well not all weekend."

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"That's almost disappointing," Dante sighed.

He slid a little further into the space alotted to him. He was maybe a little drunk by now, and Ezra's bed was actually pretty nice and warm.

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"No, it's not, cupcake." He took a sip from the glass. Mm, mimosa. "What's disappointing is that you did not see the opening to talk about getting off in this bed when I said I didn't want to get off it."

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"Maybe I just showed up here 'cause your bed's comfortable," Dante said, Very Seriously, and followed it up with a similarly significant look that just happened to require getting pretty close to Ezra's face.

So no, that was probably not why he'd shown up.

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Ezra tsked. "That's no reason to let good innuendo go wasted."

It was the principle of the thing!

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"I'd say sorry," Dante mused, "But I don't bark on command."

Or innuendo, as the case might be.

What he would do, though, was plant a hand on the other side of the bed, across Ezra, so he was looming over the guy.

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Ezra looked mock affronted. "I'm trying to drink, here."

Yeah, that was such a priority for him. Really.

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Dante looked to the left. Then he looked to the right. Then he looked back at Ezra. "I'm not seeing me stopping you," he said, sliding his leg over Ezra's.

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"You're distracting me." He gulped down some more of his drink. "It's about the same thing."

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"You want me to fuck off, just say so."

Dante was largely sure Ezra did not, in fact, want him to fuck off. Call it a well-informed hunch.

He wasn't actually waiting for much of an answer; it was just that half the fun of this vantage point was watching Ezra's throat move.

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Ezra threw back the rest of the drink, then reached out lazily to set the glass on his night stand.

He shrugged as he settled back down against his pillows. "I could be persuaded not to want that."

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It was tempting to say 'now who's missing out on the innuendo?' but, eh. Dante: not a huge fan of word games. As Ezra was probably intimately familiar with by now.

"I'll bet," he said, pretty close by Ezra's ear.

Then he nipped right beneath it, by the start of that pretty neck.

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Ezra sighed at the pleasant shiver that went down his spine. "Okay," he said, "I think I'm convinced."

He was easy.

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Dante chuckled. "That was easy," he said. "Not that I'm complaining." He slid his tongue over the same patch of skin.

He'd had a weekend of weird shit and people repeatedly asking him if he had anyone coming over, right along with that earnest 'but there must be someone' thing.

In comparison, Ezra's was a nice, safe, and yep, easy place to be.

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Ezra delighted in being nice and safe and easy. Up to a point, anyway. It worked fine for these purposes.

He reached down and snuck a hand under Dante's shirt. "I'm easily swayed by hot people," he noted. "Aves would certainly have told you that if she'd actually made it down here."

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"Missed out on some weekend guests?"

Hey, just because he primarily came here to get laid didn't mean he wasn't actually interested in what was going on with Ezra.

Dante slid his hands down to grip Ez's hips.

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"Ava and Lock were coming." His nails dragged slowly over Dante's ribs. "Then they weren't."

He didn't sound all that fussed. Would it have been nice if one or both had shown up? Sure. But he could always go see them himself if he decided he wanted to.

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Dante groaned softly as those nails made contact. He nipped at Ezra's ear.

"Don't sound too worried."

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"It's not as if they adore me any less."

Ezra had a healthy amount of self-estem. As well as an in-depth understanding of why Coterie kids couldn't always go through with their plans.

He dug in a little harder with his nails.

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And in return, he got a groan that was a little less soft.

Dante scraped his teeth along Ezra's neck, then replaced that with his tongue. "Mhm."

Hey, he saw no reason to push further. Conversationally, anyway.

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Ezra snickered. "Astute observation," he murmured, not that he cared much for talking, either. At least in any deep and meaningful way – after all, most of the time the only way to shut his mouth was to put something in it.

Anyway, he pushed his other hand under Dante's shirt, too. Touching (or scratching) someone else's skin was clearly what his day had been missing, and he was making up for that now.

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If pushed, Dante would admit to some curiosity about Ez and where he came from. But he was also cagey enough about his own shit that he knew a non-starter when he saw one.

For the time being, anyway.

So he snickered, too, before leaning in to nip at Ezra's mouth. Maybe slip his tongue in there, just so they had a decent reason not to keep talking.

Not that he minded Ezra talking. Much.

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At least he wasn't actively telling Ezra to shut it the way his previous guy-with-benefits had.

And Ezra could take a hint. Or at least get distracted. Because, mouths. Tongue. He could get into that kind of thing.

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Dante slid his thumbs under the edge of Ezra's waistband while he focused on the guy's mouth. Hey, skin, that was nice.

It wasn't like he wanted Ezra to shut up, particularly. Just, you know, mouth. And a kiss that was getting rougher by the second.

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Well, no hard feelings.

(That was going to be a pun in a moment, probably.)

And Ezra could respond in kind. If rough was the tone of the moment, he could match that, and bring a little harshness of his own. And not just with his nails, still leaving probably slightly stinging trails over Dante's sides and lower back.

He was contemplating a few moves. He'd get to those in a second.