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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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.

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Dante's hand slid out of his hair.

Dante himself just panted, breathless, across Ezra's skin.

Ngggh.

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Ezra drew his hand back – although it was also the only thing he did. Only bit of movement.

"I'm keeping you," he declared, after a moment to recuperate.

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Dante's breath hadn't fully returned yet, but he managed a soft laugh anyway.

"'m low maintenance," he promised.

Well, to be fair, that was true. Pizza and sex and he was set.

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"Goooood," Ezra sighed. And yes, the word was exactly that long. "Then we're set."

God, this was a great day.

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So much better than dealing with non-existent relatives, this.

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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Nothing that directly followed on from post-coital bonelessness counted as cuddling. Or at least that was the rule of thumb Ezra tended to use with people who cared more about that kind of thing than he did.

"Mm-hmm," he hummed.

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Dante let out another soft chuckle.

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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Ezra was the last person to demand explanation for that. He just enjoyed it with a pleased little sigh. Hey, he liked what you brought to the metaphorical table too, Dante.

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.