That kind of thing didn't really escape Ezra's notice. He shifted a little, licking a wet strip up Dante's neck, up to his ear, while one of his hands traveled down where it could wrap around him.

"You know, I was going to ask you to give me a good pounding," he purred, punctuating the words with a stroke, and a bite on Dante's earlobe, "but I don't know, maybe you're too far gone for that."