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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"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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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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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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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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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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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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Okay yeah he was done. He was gloriously, gloriously done, swearing and panting and moaning out the pleasure.
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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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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.
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Dante himself just panted, breathless, across Ezra's skin.
Ngggh.
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"I'm keeping you," he declared, after a moment to recuperate.
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"'m low maintenance," he promised.
Well, to be fair, that was true. Pizza and sex and he was set.
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God, this was a great day.
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It was beginning to dawn on Dante he was still kinda plastered to Ezra's back, but he decided it wasn't cuddling as long as his dick was involved.
He stretched his arm as well as he could. "'s nice."
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"Mm-hmm," he hummed.
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He nipped lightly at the back of Ezra's neck. If there was something halfway affectionate about it, well, it wasn't like he expected to have to explain it.
This was just good, and he liked Ezra a lot for it. So sue him.
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He was going to have to clean himself up or something in the near future. But he was going to bask in this pleasantness for a while longer.