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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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"Still not as good as things are about to get, I bet," Ezra sighed. Managing to slide one hand to idly scratch at the back of Dante's neck, now.

"Probably."

Dante tilted his head, his chin touching Ezra's stomach as he smirked upwards. His hand wrapped around Ezra's length, giving it a few idle tugs to make sure he was ready.

Oh, he was ready. While his mind had shown some signs of failing him over the course of the last while, his body never did. Which was awfully convenient, as it was pretty involved in his main methods of coping with just about anything.

He was getting harder by the second.

"Never did hear about a planet famed for its skills at oral sex."

Dante laughed softly. "Don't give the island ideas," he said. "Or maybe, do."

He pressed his mouth to Ezra's stomach, dragging his tongue over the muscle. Down, down, down-- and then his lips were sliding over the head of Ezra's dick as he kept his hand where it was, moving slowly.

Ezra let a moan slip out. He never cared about the kinds of noises he made, and to feel and see Dante's mouth on him was more than enough reason to let his appreciation be heard.

"Mmmh."

That, too.

"I don't think a planet could compare."

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.

And Ezra watched that. Raptly. He splayed one hand against the wall by his hip, while the other stayed on the back of Dante's head. Just resting there.

For now.

He let out a slow hiss of pleasure. "Okay, I'll admit, I've missed this."

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.

If he didn't want Ezra to slip up, he needed to be less good at blowjobs. It was as simple as that!

No, it wasn't. But it could've been.

And it wasn't like he didn't know that had been the wrong thing to say by some scales. But he wans't going to dwell on it. Not when he could be enjoying himself instead.

His fingers tightened in Dante's hair some.

Dante was willing to forgive him, anyway. So it didn't really matter in the end, did it?

He took to this in earnest, drawing Ezra in deep, then backing off, and repeat. His hand slid back up Ez's chest to play with a nipple and just touch skin, appreciate all the muscle packed away behind that pale skin.

He shut his eyes and let himself enjoy the sensation, from his own motions to the grip on his hair.

"Okay, someone's getting his shoulder bitten the hell out of today," Ezra sighed, as his hips twitched forward just a little bit. Just a little.

Dante hummed in response, more than happy with that idea. The motion of Ezra's hips didn't seem to faze him; in fact, he cupped Ezra's balls with one hand, playing with them some.

Bring it on, Ez.

Well, with that kind of encouragement... Yes.

"Maybe your thighs, too."

He sounded considerably more distracted now. Probably had something to do with how the next movement of his hips was less a twitch and more a thrust.

Good.

Dante'd had a problem lately, thoughts slipping back to two people in particular; the more Ezra pushed, the harder it became for him to focus on anything else.

He took it easily, only making a brief, hoarse noise in the back of his throat as he adjusted. He stilled the movements of his head, eyes flicking up at Ezra's face.

Ezra was looking down at him. He was a visually-oriented person – up to a point, anyway. He was approaching the point after which it was best to just feel instead of seeing, but he wasn't there yet.

His smirk was dirty.

The thrusts were a constant now, pushing his hips off the wall, and his fingers were tight in Dante's hair.

Yeah. That was right.

Dante's own eyes slid shut this time as he tried to focus on nothing but the rhythm of Ezra's thrusts, pressing his tongue up against him on his way in. Humming in the back of his throat, his fingers moving over Ezra's balls, then back. Just messing around, drawing circles around his hole, then way on back.

If his touches were firmer and more deliberate every time Ezra moved a little quicker or a little rougher, well, fuck, what did you want him to say?

Nothing. Ezra wanted him to say nothing because that would've jeopardized having that mouth on him, and he wanted nothing else right now.

Anyway.

Even in his worsening haze, he still took note of the cause-and-effect happening in what he did versus what Dante did. He was pretty happy with the conclusion and solution he came to, there. Rougher and quicker was what he needed about now. His pace had been half leisurely until now, but now, he moved with intent.

It seemed like that intent was to leave Dante feeling like his mouth had been well and truly fucked.

You could say a lot about Ezra outside of this - but where sex was involved, you got what you came for. And that was exactly what Dante'd come for.

Well. Not yet. But they'd get to that in due time.

He stopped keeping track of anything but the rhythm of Ezra's thrusts, working his tongue and the humming of his throat as well as fucking possible to make it good. His mouth was getting all kinds of wet, but he didn't give a shit about that. He was starting to ache against his pants and that was good, too, driving him to fucking distraction.

His finger pressed in. Just a little bit. Couldn't go much further anyway.

Maybe that hum was more of a moan.

Ezra's eyes were closed now. Mostly, anyway. He wasn't seeing much, was the point. He was letting himself get lost in the sensation.

Lost enough that that it almost took him by surprise once the last of his control finally snapped. One last urgent thrust – deeper, more wetness, more everything – and he was coming with a deep growl he wasn't really even aware of. The same with his fingers, grasping Dante's hair and the back of his head so tightly, as if there was any real danger of him pulling away too soon from this.

Under other circumstances, Dante might've wanted to pull away, to do something about what was flooding his mouth. Right now he welcomed the grip and the strain of it, shunting his thoughts completely into accomodating this. Sucking a ragged, audible breath in through his nose as his hands slid around, clutching Ezra's hips tight.

Ezra's hold, while tight, wasn't very long-lasting, at least. His grip loosened as the most of it was over, and then his hand pulled away entirely as his hips sunk back against the wall.

"Jesus," he sighed, appreciatively.

"Don't think he's anywhere near here," Dante said, sounding more than a little hoarse.

He sat back on his knees, loosening his jaw back up.

"No, I suppose I'm enough of a godlike presence for one room, anyway." He was, as ever, hilarious. Ruffled Dante's hair before running his hand through his own. "Phew."

Dante snickered, wiping idly at his mouth with the back of his arm. "Yeah, we all just show up here to bask in your glory, Ez," he said, getting up.

Well, bask in something of Ezra's, anyway.

"Well, I have a lot to give to bask in." Of course that sounded dirty somehow. It didn't even require any effort, under the circumstances. "It seems only right."

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