Room 322, Monday Morning

[not_every_mage]

Anders had left his room with plans of buying breakfast in town, but was faced with a dilemma before he even made it off campus grounds.

Namely: Why buy breakfast when you could break a chunk off a building and feast like a king for free?

He worried briefly about whether he might bring the castle tumbling down, but the castle had so many bits of architectural fancy on it that it wasn't hard to find a ball of gingerbread atop a railing that seemed to serve no function at all. He whistled as he came back to the room, pound of gingerbread wrapped in his handkerchief and ready to be feasted upon.

[OOC: Door/post open!]

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[not_every_mage]

Yeah, Anders wasn't feeling terribly witty at the moment. He pressed his mouth against Dante's, letting his lips part so his clever tongue touch the other boy's.

See, Dante. He could stop ranting if properly motivated.

[rebelseekspizza]

True.

Dante gripped his hair a little tighter and took advantage of the opportunity to get reacquainted with Anders' mouth and tongue. Parted his own lips, to allow Anders to return the favor.

Something akin to a groan rumbled in his chest; Anders' kissing never failed to do it for him in a big way.

[not_every_mage]

"I like that noise," Anders told him, in a breathless space between kisses. (He was pretty fond of Dante's kisses, too.) His hands roamed over Dante's body, enjoying the firm muscles beneath his shirt.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante let out a breathless laugh. "'ll have to make it again," he said, chasing Anders' mouth with his own. It was too far away.

He also moved closer into Anders' touch as he spoke, tugging on his shirt.