Room 322, Monday Afternoon

[not_every_mage]

Anders was, of course, doing something highly important in his room after class. Something with charts and graphs and all kinds of spectacular magic.

... or he was lying on his bed, idly singing at his cat and half-watching a cooking show. (Dante had sold him on Food Truck wars, and now the taco truck was in the finale. It was of course vital Anders found out who won.)

Probably the latter thing, really. He wasn't much for highly important magic these days.

[OOC: Cracked door, open post.]

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[not_every_mage]

Anders huffed softly in amusement and bent his neck so Dante could keep playing with his hair.

"You never know," he said. "It might turn out I like ancient punk rock."

[rebelseekspizza]

"I don't know if it's lute-player-friendly," Dante mused. "Also how pissed am I that you went lute and not flute? Could've made so many dirty jokes."

His fingers slid more solidly into Anders' hair, and on a whim, he bent his own neck to kiss him.

[not_every_mage]

"We could pretend it was flute, if you have to make the jokes," Anders suggested helpfully, and tilted his chin to return Dante's kiss.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante snickered softly against his mouth. "Nah, wouldn't be right," he said. He kissed Anders again. "Guess you just got a nice mouth the natural way," he joked. "Boring."

[not_every_mage]

Anders let himself melt into the kiss a little more this time, setting his beer and snack down beside the bed.

"I think you mean 'lucky,'" he corrected. "... plus I practiced."

Another kiss.

"A lot more than I practiced lute, anyhow."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante sighed, amusement tugging on the corners of his mouth. "Aw," he said, grinning down at Anders. "Eager school boy Anders? Works for me."

Going by how much he drew out the next kiss, he wasn't lying. (Okay, he was teasing. Appreciatively.)

[not_every_mage]

Anders laughed at that. (He seemed to laugh a lot in Dante's arms, lately.)

"Are you making fun of me?" he asked. "Don't pretend you didn't get in plenty of practice, too."

[rebelseekspizza]

"'m not calling it practice," Dante pointed out. Oh-so-seriously. "More like... having a lot of fun. With orgasms."

[not_every_mage]

"Well, that too," Anders allowed. "Practice, and fun, and orgasms, al at once."

And then he kissed Dante again, before they could think about that too hard.

[rebelseekspizza]

It meant Dante's laugh at the phrasing got muffled midway, but he didn't see that as a reason to complain. He parked his own beer awkwardly between his leg and the wall, moving his newly freed hand up to cup Anders' cheek.

[not_every_mage]

Anders rolled to the side, half on top of Dante, and -- when they finally stopped kissing -- eyed the beer and the laptop. (Which was patiently asking whether they were still watching.)

"Problem," he declared, fingers tracing Dante's jawline down to his neck. "We should get the stuff off the bed, but then we'd have to stop kissing."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante sighed. "I dunno," he said, "Think if I aim right I can probably toss the laptop on my bed..."

When had his hand wound up on Anders' side, anyway?

[not_every_mage]

Anders eyed him. "You are not throwing my laptop."

Of course, he still wasn't moving.

[rebelseekspizza]

"I probably wouldn't break it," Dante sighed. "Floor?"

[not_every_mage]

"Floor," Anders agreed. He stole another kiss before begrudgingly shifting off Dante to put the laptop and Dante's beer on the floor.

A moment later, he was back, and batted his lashes at Dante. "Anything else we need to do?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"Yeah," Dante said, stretching an arm behind him. Lazily. "You need to turn yourself into a shirtless dude right around... now."

[not_every_mage]

"That's pretty easy magic to do," Anders said, mouth tugging into an amused smile, and slid his shirt over his head to drop it near the laptop.

He laid down next to Dante, curved against him, and poked him in the chest. "Your turn."

[rebelseekspizza]

"All right, but I'm not a magician," Dante joked, and threw Anders an easy wink as he pulled his button-up over his head. He didn't even bother to look where it went.

"But I'm learning," he added, sliding his hands up Anders' chest.

[not_every_mage]

"You're magic enough for me," Anders said, and almost managed to sound serious about it until he punctuated the sentence with a giant guffaw.

He toed off his socks as he drew Dante closer, skin to skin, just breathing him in a little.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante slid an arm around his back at last, pulling him closer. He snickered.

He managed all of a moment before he cracked, going with impulse... and began to hum the tune of 'Do You Believe In Magic'.

He was secretly just a little bit of a dork.

[not_every_mage]

Anders snickered back, even though he couldn't place the song. "Why are you humming at me?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"'Cause you earwormed me," Dante said, nipping at his neck. And, because he couldn't leave well enough alone: "If you believe in magic, come along with me..."

Jokily. There was no way in hell even he could sing that without sounding like he was on the verge of laughing again.