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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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.

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Yeah, everything with Kathy last night had been nice, and a long time coming. (Heh.) But Ezra was, in his way, more comfortable than Kathy. Didn't need to work as hard here to stay on his game.

Wasn't going to linger on anything to do with Ezra's reaction earlier, though, because that way laid stuff Dante was trying to get rid of.

Besides, there were more important things to focus on, like having Ez's hand on his dick. He sighed and dropped his chin on Ezra's shoulder, largely because it provided him with the kind of perspective from which he could return the favor. His fingers slid up to get Ezra's pants open, too.

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That would be much appreciated, and Ezra shifted a little to make that easier. Got his hand a little more firmly around Dante's dick, too. A few strokes never went amiss at a time like this, he found.

Maybe he wasn't being distracting on purpose. Maybe he was.

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Consider Dante distracted. He moaned softly, sliding his hand into Ezra's pants to return the favor.

Nice. See if they even made it to the showers; he could go any way right now.

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Ezra had his own bathroom so it wasn't as if the shower was far. Still, it was the kind of distance that had sometimes proven to be all too long for the effort. But time would tell.

"Good sound," Ezra sighed. A little smugly because he couldn't help himself.

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"Yeah, yeah," Dante said, amused. "Take your shirt off, smartass."

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"If you so wish."

Because hey, that involved him pulling his hand out of Dante's pants. Which he did. But he was also mercifully quick about pulling his shirt off. Like he'd had a decent bit of practice.

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Hey, Dante might not have made the request if he didn't know how fast Ezra was by now. As it stood, it was an excellent time to remove his own hand-- and his pants.

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Efficient!

You know what, Ezra was just going to get rid of his pants as well. He didn't need those, not really.

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Wasn't Ezra's room generally a pants-optional space, anyway?

"So if you actually wanna make it to the shower, now is the time," Dante mused.

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This was true. Ezra only barely believed in pants.

He pushed himself more upright. Then leaned over for the nightstand. "It'd be a shame to get too distracted for that." Not really, but still.

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"I'm sure we'd get over it," Dante said, stretching once, then slipping off the bed. "But we don't have to."

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"Definitely not."

Ezra grabbed condoms and lube – the kind that didn't immediately vanish when it met water – then rolled off the bed and onto his feet. Disgustingly gracefully, as always.

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'Disgusting' might not have been the word Dante'd use for it. He actually took a couple seconds' enjoyment out of watching Ezra move, before pulling open the door to the bathroom and walking on in.

"I could use a shower anyway," he mused.

Cleaning blood off in a crappy gas station bathroom was not exactly the same.