The one thing that sucked - heh - about doing this: Ezra was gonna keep talking, and if Dante wasn't careful, he was going to crack up at a really unfortunate time.

But he kept his face straight. ... For a very loose definition of 'so to speak'.

He toyed with the head of Ezra's dick, sliding his tongue around, mapping a few things he'd forgotten about over the months. His hand slid away until it was pressing gently up against Ezra's hip.

Then he bobbed forward. Just the once. Take in as much as he could.