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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"Good stamina never saved anyone from succumbing to their natural laziness," Ezra returned, turning his head a little more towards Dante. "Doesn't mean I don't... have it in me."

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This time, Dante didn't miss his cue. "Do you want it to be?" he said, and nipped at Ezra's shoulder.

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Ezra made an amused noise but didn't compliment him on being on top of the punning game this time. "I think I might," he said, as he reached over to lightly drag a few nails down Dante's chest. "Had that mimosa earlier, but I think I need something stiffer in me. Thicker than a finger, too."

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"Think I know where to find something like that," Dante mused, pressing his hips idly to Ezra's side.

Not that he was anywhere near hard yet, but something was definitely considering getting back in the game.

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"Funny, me too." In fact, he went right ahead and dragged his hand down Dante's chest and stomach – with a few loving detours over the bruises from before – down to where it could wrap around said something.

Wasn't the best angle, but manageable for some strokes. "How convenient."

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Dante hardened under his touch - though it was a toss-up whether it was the hand or the scratching that did it.

"I'm a convenient guy," he said, and let out a sigh.

His own hand slid between Ezra's legs, cupping him.

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That was also a very welcome feeling. Ezra sighed. "You're a very convenient guy," he agreed, keeping up his languid stroking. "Providing an important service."

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"Now I feel like I should be saluting," Dante mused, "But I guess you're working on that."

He curled his fingers and matched Ezra's idle pace easily.

He placed the other hand at the back of Ez's neck and trailed it down along his spine.

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Ezra couldn't stop a shiver from happening. Or couldn't have, if he'd actually bothered to try. Which he didn't, because it felt like an earned shiver.

Anyway. He snickered. "You can salute to your heart's content later, I promise."

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"Thanks," Dante said playfully, and darted forward to kiss him. Just an impulse; the image of Ezra's mouth doing something else entirely was still at the forefront of his mind.

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Ezra never turned down a kiss, with or without a hand job element involved. He was pretty tired of people who rejected it because they saw it as somehow inherently romantic. He just thought it was another fun bodily contact thing to do with hot people.

So, hey. Kissing. Complete with some bites on Dante's lip because of course.

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The whole kiss-means-romance thing usually just meant Dante avoided doing it until the set-up was clear, but he had no real hang-ups about it. Just not high on the priority list.

Except he was starting to get pretty fond of Ezra's mouth. Especially when he kept using it like that.

He grunted against Ezra's mouth, pleased, and pressed his fingers more firmly against the bumps and ridges of Ez's spine on the way back, fanning them out to catch more skin.

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Ezra had about the same amount of pride about his mouth skills as he did everything else. So, that worked out all kinds of nice.

And is teeth worried Dante's lip between them while his hand picked up the pace, at least for a few strokes. Slightly less idle.

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Dante had to pull away for a second, both so he could breathe (gasp) and so he could press his mouth to the skin right under Ezra's jaw a moment later. He scraped his fingernails down the rest of Ezra's back, his own hand picking up the pace to match.

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Ezra murmured an appreciative little "Damn at both those things. He wasn't feeling particularly lazy anymore. No, he was fully present in the moment. And tipping his head back a little bit, like an invitation to his neck and throat.

His grip tightened just a little, too. More pressure.

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Dante sighed an appreciative curse of his own into Ezra's neck. He took advantage of the situation right after, nipping and licking at Ezra's throat.

His hips did a little roll into that hand. Yep. Definitely waking up.

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"Oh I think we'll make something hard out of you yet," Ezra teased. While palming the head of Dante's dick because why not? It seemed like an excellent thing to do.

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"You're definitely putting in the work," Dante snickered, a little breathless.

He slid his fingers as far down Ezra's back as he could reach, settling them right over the beginnings of a dip down.

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That was a pretty good spot. Ezra approved - and also shifted a little closer. For reach reasons, but also general closeness reasons.

"Well, I'd hate to not do my part. It's in my best interest, as a person looking to get screwed."

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Dante smirked, using the extra closeness to move his fingers even further down. Hi there, Ezra.

"Hey, I like to see this as teamwork," he said, sliding his thumb over Ezra's tip.

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Well hello. Mmm.

"And I'm a team player." He actually was, funnily enough. But right now with the closeness was kind of making their stroking hands brush against each other and he was much more interested in that. Because there was some unused potential in that, and maybe he'd act on that in a second.

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Dante'd left Ezra's neck with no attention for too long, anyway. He pressed a long, sucking kiss against his throat; the only reason he wasn't pressing his weight against Ezra in the process was because it would jeopardize his questing fingers down below.

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And Ezra didn't want him to jeopardize those. Because those had a lot of potential for joy.

Ezra shifted. Since they were already pretty much hips to hips, he had something he wanted to do. That something included the seemingly counter-productive action of gently pulling Dante's hand away from his dick, while he slid his own other hand down.

Because this was a perfect time to wrap his hands around the both of them. Stroking with a specific kind of extra friction

Ezra growled.

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"Oh, nice," Dante groaned, shifting to make that even easier on him.

He brushed his fingers along Ezra's entrance. Moved his mouth back up to kiss him again.

Very, very nice.

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That was an encouraging reaction to get. And Ezra kissed him back while his hands kept working over them both. Not too gently, either. More like he was greedy for the sensations.

As for the hand at his ass, obviously he wasn't ignoring that. Definitely not. That was what shifting once more to try and get his leg over Dante's thigh was for. Continued closeness for ome thing, more room for another.