Ezra wasn't waking up after a weekend's worth of pushing 40 and somehow winding up in an Arrangement with two other people who were in reality either dead or gone complicated. That was all Dante asked for.

Not that it mattered now. Ez was getting rough, and it was good; Dante let out a gasp, his hips rocking idly forward. He bit down on Ez's neck, hands still moving, exploring.

It'd been a while. It was good to remind himself just how fucking pretty Ezra was.