Dante was intent on making it pay off as soon as fucking possible, his hands smoothing over Ezra's chest, tweaking his nipples. He leaned in, kissing the skin right under Ezra's jaw as he crowded him harder up against the wall.

After the past six months, it'd been almost easy to forget why this had always been good. This was clean and focused and Ezra was pretty; none of the other complicated crap came anywhere near it.

And he had let some of his sleeping around get a brand of complicated.