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Room 210, Friday Afternoon

It'd been almost two weeks. Ezra was starting to be okay. Which was to say, he'd repressed the hell out of the fact that he'd seen ––

You know what? No. Let's just not go there. He'd been thoroughly over it once he'd stopped shaking and wanting to puke his guts out (after he'd felt like he already had). And that had been the very same day already, so. He was done with it, and had been for almost two weeks.

(The less said about said two weeks, though, the better. Unless you happened to be a fan of questionable coping methods.)

Things were just fine now. He'd just finished packing up a box of his winter stuff that he needed to send up to Currant to Ava for safekeeping, and was currently just standing by the window, looking up towards the sky. Maybe today he'd go out exploring.

Get into trouble.

[ooc: Open door, open post. ETA: Dante thread going NSFW, no surprise to anyone.]

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Dante'd been on a roll since Sunday, until that roll had kinda crashed and burned that morning.

Anders was gone. Ringo was no good as a distraction. One hot newbie was nowhere to be found, the other had bunny issues. Alana, Ada and Iz had their own things going on and--

Okay, maybe he'd been giving Ezra so much space, it had started to feel more like avoidance for a while now. Fuck it.

He parked his shoulder in the doorway like absolutely nothing had happened over the past six months and knocked on the doorpost.

"How goes it, Dante?" Ezra asked without looking over. He wasn't as hyper alert as he had been two weeks ago, but he also wasn't letting anyone sneak up on himself the way Kathy had anytime soon. So, he was paying attention to his nose.

He quirked half a crooked smile. There was no way of telling whether it was sincere or not.

"Eh, the usual," Dante said. "Bored, looking for something to do. How about you?"

He left the tone mostly neutral. He hadn't come here to just go swinging into hitting on Ezra, but he was hoping to hang out one way or another.

"Oh, I'm always bored, darling," Ezra lied as he looked over, turning until it wasn't his shoulder leaning against the wall by the window, but rather his back. "And looking for something –– no, that's not right."

He tsked. Theatrically.

"Let's be realistic. It's usually someone, not something to do."

"I thought I'd keep my options open," Dante said easily. "You seem real big on the view out there, not the view over here."

He shrugged, flashing Ezra a what're you gonna do? grin.

At least flirting with Ezra was easy.

At least when Ezra was hellbent on acting normal. And right now he really, really was.

He pushed away from the wall, but lazily. "Well, it's a pretty interesting view."

Yeah, Dante knew what that felt like. He didn't know about what had happened to Ezra at the reunion, but he did know Ezra had been cagey and hard to catch since Kathy-- well, that.

But if Ezra was acting normal, then Dante'd play it like things were normal too.

"Now I'm starting to feel jealous of a planet," he said. "What's a guy got to do to get your attention around here, Ez?"

"You could try anything that's not just standing there," Ezra suggested lightly. "It's a strategy that works fine for a planet. Not so much a person."

That was actually the invitation Dante'd been waiting for, but he made a show of sighing as he pushed away from the door. "Better?" he said. "Or do I have to start walking, too?"

It was a rhetorical question. He was already walking, and had in fact kicked the door shut behind him on 'too'.

He was doing a decent job of reminding Ezra why he could be extremely likable sometimes.

Ezra took another lazy step forward. He was letting Dante do the walking. "It'd definitely give the impression that you're making an effort."

Hey, it felt like they could both use a distraction well away from navel-gazing. Dante wasn't against putting in the effort to make one happen.

Far from it.

"I feel like I should've picked up an instruction manual," he said casually, sauntering forward. "I'm just too fuckin' lazy, I guess. No wonder the planet's got one on me."

And gosh, look at that. Suddenly he was hovering in Ezra's personal space.

What a wondrous and unexpected thing! And, wow, those were Ezra's hands reaching out and settling down on Dante's hips. Hey, where else was he supposed to put them?

"Darling, I'm sure if you put your mind to it, you can come up with something more interesting than what a planet can offer."

Dante could think of a couple of places to put his hands - but they'd work up to that.

It'd been too long since he'd slept with Ezra. And if he was at all inclined to introspection, he might have realized he was hungry for some contact with someone who got it without having to say anything.

He wasn't, though. So instead he stopped talking, nudged Ezra back against the wall he'd come from, and kissed his talky-as-hell mouth hard.

Ezra was a little more aware of how there'd really been no one to shut him up for a while now. Oh, there'd been a lot of people, but no one who went about it that directly.

He welcomed it like he welcomed the wall against his back. He responded eagerly, and the hands on Dante's hips found their way rather quickly to his ass instead. All the better for pulling hips to hips.

Yeah, well. Direct had always been Dante's middle name - not that he had a last one. Maybe been a while since he'd been this direct, but Ezra was Ezra. When Ez said go, fuck it - Dante went.

He bit at Ezra's bottom lip, none too gently, his own hands sliding onto the guy's hips for no purpose but to push up his shirt a few inches.

The only point of clothes was that you could take them off, that was what Ezra always said. Or at least what he should've made a point to say at some point. In life, in general.

Right now he was a little busy. Like, for example, making a quiet growling sound at the bite. And kneading Dante's ass with his hands.

Dante sighed, pleased with the attention. He slid his hands further up Ezra's body, trying to take the shirt off the whole way. It felt like a waste of time to stick to half-measures.

Even if that meant having to pull away from Ezra's mouth for five seconds. Sad. Real sad.

It was pretty sad to have to pull hands away from Dante, too, but Ezra did it anyway, holding his arms up so the shirt could come off.

It'd pay off later. It was a small price to pay.

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.

Ezra was complicated all by himself, but at least he'd managed to keep all that contained just to himself.

He growled again. And now his hands were pushing up underneath Dante's shirt, his nails scratching along the skin there. A little rough, but that was just nice.

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.

And he was really fucking pretty. So he couldn't really blame Dante.

He could, however, drag his nails up Dante's back with continuing harshness and sharpness. And if he also squirmed his hips against his, well. Couldn't help himself.

Yeah, that got Dante's fingers clenching in Ezra's belt really quickly. And then scooting around to the front, trying to get that open. Good pain was always a great motivator.

But Ezra knew that about him.

He tilted his head up, caught Ezra's mouth again, but not for long. Bit a trail along Ezra's jaw instead, muttering, "Am I better than the planet yet?" seconds before he ran his tongue along the shell of Ezra's ear.

Right this second, Ezra couldn't remember why he'd been avoiding Dante for a long while now.

It was a good feeling.

Almost as good as warmth and wetness and breath against his ear. Almost as good as fingers undoing his belt. Ezra's lips curved into another smirk as his head tipped back against the wall.

"What planet?"

"That's better," Dante said, and the smirk on his lips was nothing short of filthy.

He nipped at Ezra's nipple on his way down, but he didn't linger as he nudged Ezra's pants down his hips.

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