Room 210, Tuesday Morning

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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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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.

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

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

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

"Here you go."

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"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.

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

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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?"

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"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."

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"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.

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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."

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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."

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"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?"

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"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."

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"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."

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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?"

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"I'm an anywhere guy." This should not be a surprise to anyone. "Shower's just convenient for some things."

Because he was lazy.

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Dante snickered. Then he leaned in and kissed Ezra firmly, because it felt like as good a start as any.

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Worked for Ezra.

While responding to that kiss exactly as it should be responded to – lacking any particular softness or tentativeness – he ran his hand down Dante's chest until he could wrap his fingers around the waistband of his pants. Just for a nice hold.

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One of many reasons to be fond of Ezra, this. Dante worked his fingers further into Ezra's hair and half-turned towards him, taking a moment to abuse Ez's bottom lip with his teeth.

"I could do convenient," he said.

Yeah, everyone knew that by now, Dante.

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"I bet you can." There was no bet necessary, but, whatever. Ezra had a lot of idle words to spare. He sounded amused. "Funnily enough, so can I."

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"Color me shocked and surprised," Dante said, sounding amused and fake-appalled, too, while his hand crept onto Ezra's thigh.

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"I know, it's terrible." So terrible that Ezra gave Dante's lip a little lick while tugging on his waistband. "I'm practically a floozy."

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Dante's hand slid to the inside of Ezra's thigh. Just like that. "You know what?" he said, fake-thoughtful. "When I actually think about it, floozies are my favorite kind of people."

He leaned in to nip at Ezra's ear.

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"I never would've guessed." No, he definitely knew that. His fingers moved more towards the center of Dante's waistband. For reasons. That had everything to do with the attempt to undo said pants that followed. "We floozies do have our benefits, though. Willing mouths and nimble fingers, to mention a few."

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Dante shifted his hips to help out with that, even as he palmed the front of Ezra's pants. "And you did just give those fingers a workout," he said, happy to focus on what Ezra was doing-- and the idle banter.

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Banter was Ezra's speciality. That, and generally being easy. He hummed as his fingers worked. "I did. They're all warmed up."

Once Dante's pants were undone, he could even prove that! By sliding his hand down the front of said pants. Because he was himself enjoying getting touched through his pants, but he wanted to get a little closer.