Room 210, Tuesday Morning

[smilestopscars]

Ezra'd been gone for a couple of days.

Some Coterie stuff to deal with right after the break. And some quality time with Lock and Ava –– separately, because apparently they'd cycled back to being very weird around each other right now. Sigh, it was such a hassle. Why couldn't they think of their kid Ezra? So inconsiderate. He didn't want two Christmases.

Anyway. He was back now, unpacking his bag, its contents currently strewn all over his bed. And, well. It would've probably been easy to tell what he was unpacking was not entirely what he'd left with. The battered paperback copy of A Tale of Two Cities was perhaps his, sure. All the clothes, too, of course.

But no one needed six wallets.

[ooc: Open door, open post. ETA: NSFWness in the Dante thread!]

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[rebelseekspizza]

"So it's like a public service," Dante said, amused. He sat down on an empty space on the bed.

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There was a decent amount of it now.

"Exactly." And Ezra could be efficient in getting more things sorted and on to their respective piles. "I'm sure Kathy will thank me, for one."

[rebelseekspizza]

Hey, that meant he could stretch his legs a little. "Definitely," Dante said, "If last night is anything to go by."

Which was by far and away the preferable part of yesterday to talk about.

[smilestopscars]

"Ooh," Ezra replied, with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. "Should I be asking you to dish some details, or just imagine everything in my head?"

Because he was good at that, too.

[rebelseekspizza]

"That girl's not kidding about liking to give head," Dante said. "Holy shit."

He smirked right back at Ezra, 'cause he figured Ez knew that well enough.

[smilestopscars]

He did. His smirk widened into a grin and he even sighed wistfully.

"No, she's not."

And look at him not even taking credit for it. Or, you know, encouraging her to get started on her discovery of loving it.

[rebelseekspizza]

Sure, Ezra. Sure.

"Bet she's been putting in a lot of practice, huh?"

Which, y'know, Dante appreciated. (And was nice to think about.)

[smilestopscars]

"Oh, she's very diligent about practicing," he said, as he tossed the second-to-last wallet aside. "Very enthusiastic. Selflessly willing to work as hard as it takes."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante dropped his head back against the pillows. (Just because he didn't sleep over didn't mean he wasn't more than comfortable claiming Ezra's bed at this point.) "So that was nice," he said. "But I like to think I give as good as I get."

[smilestopscars]

Ezra rarely minded people lounging on his bed, either. Especially ones that already spent a lot of time on there otherwise.

"Oh, if you go down on her with half the enthusiasm you do on me, you probably did just fine," he said. "I've had no complaints to give."

[rebelseekspizza]

"I'd give her that reference, but it's a little late for that," Dante said.

He lifted his chin at the wallets. "You just gonna toss those?"

[smilestopscars]

Ezra shrugged a shoulder. "Usually I sell them somewhere. When I can be bothered."

Stealing for no real purpose was fun. Everything else just seemed like work to him.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Of course," Dante said. "Mind tossing me one?"

He was still trying to build up his collection of worldly possessions, here.

[smilestopscars]

Ezra picked one up mostly at random, and tossed it over.

"Here you go."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Thanks," Dante said, giving him a merry salute with the wallet before stuffing it into his pocket. He gave Ezra a thoughtful look.

Then he reached down and tugged his shirt off. Casually.

Hey, it was more comfortable.

[smilestopscars]

Ezra made an amused noise. "Wow, it's like your shirt just vanished."

[rebelseekspizza]

Yeah, and it was a damn good thing Dante's healing factor - and Anders' spirit healing - worked as fast as it did, or this would've probably been less amusing.

"Sometimes it does that," Dante agreed. "Weird, right?"

[smilestopscars]

"Weird," Ezra agreed, idly flicking the last remaining wallet off the bed. All done now. He could celebrate that by stretching out onto his side and reaching out to run his hand lightly along Dante's newly exposed shirt. "What a smart shirt."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Probably trying to cheer things up," Dante said, and if there was any unexpressed tension about yesterday still under the surface, it was only somewhat visible in the line of his grin.

[smilestopscars]

Ezra's palm pressed more firmly against his chest, fingers splaying.

"Well, that's always a worthy pursuit in my book," he said. "Because it sounds like you might need it. Or at least, it'd do you good."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante tilted his head, locking his eyes on Ezra's. "I'm not gonna argue with that last part," he said, "But then I never do."

[smilestopscars]

"Then you came to the right place."

Ezra wasn't going to make him talk about whether he needed something or not. He was just going to rub his fingertips over Dante's collar bones.

"So what are you in the mood for today?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"I dunno, Ez, you're the guy who had to get bummed out by my shit," Dante said, reaching out to tousle his hair. "You tell me."

[smilestopscars]

"Do I look bummed out?" Ezra retorted, pressing his nails into his skin just a little bit. "I can't tell you what you're in the mood for. I can merely offer suggestions."

Oh, how terrible.

"Like a nice relaxing blowjob. Or a shower fuck."

[rebelseekspizza]

Honestly, right now, Dante was happy to take just about anything. Doubly so if it helped him get rid of the minor (emphasis on minor) guilt complex he was having towards Ezra in particular and the people he hung out with in general.

So he chuckled, sliding his hand down to the back of Ezra's neck. "You're a shower guy?"