Room 210, Friday Afternoon

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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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Oh, right. That was what he was doing here.

Hopefully Ezra would accept a loud whimper as his answer, because that was what he was going to get.

Well, that and Dante's fingers in his hair.

Everything else required more brainpower than Dante suddenly found himself capable of.

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Ezra snickered against his neck. "You are so easy, darling." So, so easy. Which just called for more biting, really. A few lighter nips down along his neck and shoulder, only for a roughed, harsher bite again. And he didn't linger with that. Not when he could move back up to where the first bite had happened.

And bite there again. Couldn't leave that kind of groudwork just sitting by itself.

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And Ezra was fucking fantastic at following up on his groundwork, too. "Y'like me easy," Dante said, but it was automatic; he wasn't paying much attention at all to what was coming out of his mouth.

There was one tried and true way to switch him off - or rather, on. Ez had always known how to take advantage of it.

His arm slid around Ezra's side and he rocked his hips up against... that was a leg, probably.

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It was.

"I do."

And he sucked on the spot he'd just bitten. Some added pressure on already bruised skin.

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Dante made a soft, drawn-out noise, his fingers tightening in Ezra's hair. Yeah. He was definitely easy like this. But that was fine.

Ez had finally managed to shut his brain right up, and he was grateful.

And really, really hard, pressed up against Ezra's leg.

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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."

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Dante's breath hitched, but Ezra's hand was... somewhat less distracting than his teeth. "Maybe," he sighed. "Maybe not."

His hand slid down Ezra's back, settling on his ass. "Still a fucking nice ass."

Not as terrible a slip-up as Ezra's there, at least.

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Barely counted. Of course, Ezra was busy, anyway. With biting just under the line of Dante's jaw. Sucking on a pulse point.

"I know." He wasn't modest, ever. "Could use a nice fucking."

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Another slow, low whimper. "Y'want that, gonna have to be less handsy for a second," Dante sighed. He squeezed, smoothing over the skin with his hands a moment later.

Whatever else was going on here, he was not going to waste a chance to appreciate how pretty Ezra was.

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That was a given.

Ezra gave hima couple of lazy strokes before pulling his hand away, shifting again. He had things to get, for one. In a second, anyway.

"I think everyone here can live with less handsy for a greater good."

Of course, being the jerk that he was, he couldn't help another bite over an existing tender spot right then.

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"Fuck," Dante groaned, wriggling some so he could kick his pants off his ankles. "Fuckin' foxes, I swear."

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Ezra's laugh sounded a little rougher this time around. "Sorry." He wasn't even remotely sorry. "We really don't give a damn."

He still pressed a lazy sort of kiss on the spot of the bite before leaning over and reaching out to rumage through the contents of the drawer on his bedside table.

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Dante rolled onto his side, watching Ezra move.

Yeah, okay. Maybe he'd missed that, too.

"Figured that out," he said, rubbing idly at the marks, which still stung in the best way possible. "But the view makes up for it."

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Yeah. Ezra was perhaps stretching a little more than necessary just on purpose. He was well aware of the way his muscles moved under his pale skin and the effect that had on people.

Also, he just liked the attention just in general.

"Good. I'm glad."

He dropped condoms and lube on the bed.

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Dante reached for them, because he could read a cue when he got one. He peeled the condom out of the packet and rolled it on real fast, because the way things were right now, he was not going to last long.

"Betting your lazy ass still wants to bottom on the bottom."

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Ezra shrugged a shoulder like he was guilty as charged and couldn't really apologize for it.

"Sometimes laziness just wins out."

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"It usually does," Dante said, smirking. He slid over, nudging Ezra's shoulder, pushing him down against the bed. "But I can work with it."

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"Oh, I know you can, cupcake," Ezra replied, while he complied. Like the lazy ass that he was. "I'm counting on it."

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"Always making me put in the work," Dante sighed, coating his fingers in a little lube. If there was an edge to that, it wasn't on purpose - he wasn't passive-aggressive enough for that.

Him sliding his hand around to coax Ezra's dick back into action probably helped.

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Helped with a lot of things, really. Not that passive-aggressiveness was at the top of his list of priorities right now anyway.

He sighed. "Well, you're pretty nice when you put in some effort."

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Dante pressed himself more firmly against Ezra's back, pinning him in place. He nipped at Ezra's neck. "I'm always nice."

His slick fingers worked their way up, one pressing into Ez as soon as it found its target.

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Ezra exhaled a chuckle. Mixd with some other kind of little noise. Anticipation, maybe. "Now, that's a lie."

Even if this happened to be really nice. Very nice. Sometimes he enjoyed having a weight pushing him down, okay. And it didn't happen too often, these days.

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"I'm nice most of the time," Dante argued, smirking. He moved his finger fast, stretching him out economically. Wasn't long until the second one was pressing in, either.

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Good. Ezra wasn't feeling like he needed a long warmup now. He let out a little hum.

"Not the same as always."

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"Close enough." Dante bit down on the back of his neck. Hard.

Didn't need much more, no. He pulled his fingers out not long after, sliding that hand down around to guide himself forward, pressing up against Ezra's ass.