With Ezra being gone or weird for most of the past... fuck knows how many months, Dante had just kinda stopped swinging by this end of the second floor. Not consciously; it was just that Isabela lived like, two doors closer to the stairs, and Dante just went where his whims took him.
The fact that said whims carried him past room 206 this particular time had everything to do with the music catching his attention.
So he turned up in the doorway - the song now firmly stuck in his head - with a casual, "Hey, Ez."
"Dante!" Ezra greeted him back, turning around in a way that just so happened to coincide with a beat in the music. Perfect accident, of course. "Been a while, darling."
Or both of them being distractable and one of them being a member of the supernatural mafia. Either or.
Dante poked idly at a grain sticking out a little in the doorway. "You know, I've had that song stuck in my head for like a week," he said. "Just ditched it. Then I walk down here, and go figure."
Ezra wasn't a big fan of dwelling on the past, recent or otherwise. Sometimes he wasn't even interested in dwelling on the present.
Idly, he pushed a desk drawer closed before taking some steps away from the desk, and towards the door. "Sorry." He didn't look apologetic at all. It was all the usual miscief of his good days. "Do you need a distraction now?"
And he knew it too, which was why he nonchalantly stretched like a cat before he came over to lean against the wall by the door. "Oooh. Well, would you like to come inside?"
It would've been a shame not to touch his ass, anyway. It was a good ass.
Ezra's lips were in a crooked smirk. "Good," he said, biting his bottom lip. "I'd hate to lose to an earworm in a battle for your attention." Then he leaned in to give Dante's lip a little bit of his teeth. It was only fair.
Ezra smirked. Kind of. Well, the corners of his mouth twiched, even if no one could actually see that with the way his lips were so firmly against Dante's.
His hands traveled back to Dante's ass, too. Hello.
Aww, darn, Ezra had hoped to start pulling him towards the b--
Wait, no, he didn't care who started it. He just cared about the end result, and in this case they were well on their way towards that. He did still kind of pull Dante along until he felt the backs of his legs hit the edge of the bed, though.
The fact that said whims carried him past room 206 this particular time had everything to do with the music catching his attention.
So he turned up in the doorway - the song now firmly stuck in his head - with a casual, "Hey, Ez."
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Or both of them being distractable and one of them being a member of the supernatural mafia. Either or.
Dante poked idly at a grain sticking out a little in the doorway. "You know, I've had that song stuck in my head for like a week," he said. "Just ditched it. Then I walk down here, and go figure."
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Idly, he pushed a desk drawer closed before taking some steps away from the desk, and towards the door. "Sorry." He didn't look apologetic at all. It was all the usual miscief of his good days. "Do you need a distraction now?"
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Dante, personally, didn't do good days and bad days. Dante did 'throwing himself at anything fun he could possibly find' and 'drunk'.
But this was definitely one of the former days.
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But this was none of them. He slid closer to the door. "How grateful?"
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"Grateful enough for a thank you," Dante said. "Whatever way you like it."
He thought about getting out of the doorway and into the room, but fuck it, Ezra was pretty when he was slinking.
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(The door managed to get shut somewhere in that motion, as per usual.)
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As was obvious from his hands settling on Dante's hips to pull those closer to his.
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Ezra's lips were in a crooked smirk. "Good," he said, biting his bottom lip. "I'd hate to lose to an earworm in a battle for your attention." Then he leaned in to give Dante's lip a little bit of his teeth. It was only fair.
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He made a noise in the back of his throat, and then he was chasing Ezra's mouth with his own.
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His hands traveled back to Dante's ass, too. Hello.
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Dante let out a soft snicker against Ezra's mouth, and then he was moving just a bit, crowding Ez towards the bed.
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Wait, no, he didn't care who started it. He just cared about the end result, and in this case they were well on their way towards that. He did still kind of pull Dante along until he felt the backs of his legs hit the edge of the bed, though.
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