Damn it, Ezra. You weren't supposed to bring up that there'd been time between this and the last one. (Dante might've been happy to hear it, oh, two months ago. Now his mental response was more complicated. Not that it mattered.)

He let his tongue slide along the bottom of Ezra's dick, because complications or not, fuck, he'd kinda missed Ezra too. He pulled away, but not far, skin barely an inch way from his mouth. He bit down on his bottom lip, worrying it between his teeth.

Then he took Ezra in again.

The guy did always inspire him to make it pretty.