33 Apocalypse Ave, Saturday Morning

[not_every_mage]

It wasn’t often that Anders was the first out of bed on a weekend, but he’d somehow managed it today. He slipped out of bed without disturbing Dante or Kathy and went for a rambling walk across the icy island, keeping an eye peeled for anything that might work in potions.

He didn’t find any plants worth gathering — he supposed that was too much to expect for February, anyhow — but he did find still-warm croissants at Jeff, GoB’s, and he reckoned that was almost as good. He put the pastries into a basket and started the coffee, enjoying the moment of peace.

[OOC: Open to the housemates. Up early for SP.]

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[rebelseekspizza]

"I know," Dante said, grinning. "I got no idea either."

But he was totally the asshole trying to lift Anders up as he got up.

[not_every_mage]

"It's unfair how strong you are," Anders observed. "You aren't even that much taller than I am."

He wrapped his legs around Dante's waist, as he was after all a helpful soul.

[rebelseekspizza]

"If it helps," Dante said, smirking at him as he carried the guy off to the bathroom, "I can't make shit appear out of thin air."

Well. Besides the weapons.

[not_every_mage]

"We both have our uses," Anders said, smirking back. "Nice, isn't it?"

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante grinned. And... nudged Anders up against the bathroom wall for leverage.

"I can think of something that's nice," he said, and kissed him.

[not_every_mage]

"Me too," Anders said, kissing back."But we might have too many clothes on for it."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante laughed softly. "You want me to let you down?" he asked, pretending to think about it.

[not_every_mage]

"Not yet," Anders said, clenching Dante's neck more tightly.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante chuckled, voice dipping lower. "All right."

He kissed Anders again. Rougher.

[not_every_mage]

And what was there for Anders to do but kiss back fiercely, teeth clashing against Dante's lips as their torsos ground together?

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante groaned against his mouth, his fingers straying as far under Anders' shirt as they could without dropping him.

Mmmm Anders was hot when he got going.

[not_every_mage]

Dante's fingers seemed to almost burn against Anders' skin, and he groaned louder than he'd meant to. One hand strayed down Dante's back, tracing the muscles under his shirt.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante hummed encouragingly in the back of his throat. He wrested his mouth away from Anders to leave a trail of kisses along his jawline - but gravity kept trying to pull him back.

[not_every_mage]

"Wait," Anders whispered, lowering his feet to the ground so they were standing pressed together face to face.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Waiting," Dante said, his hands sliding down to Anders' hips - or along with them - clear interest in his eyes.

[not_every_mage]

"I need your shirt off," Anders said, lifting the hem of said garment with just as hungry an expression.

A moment later: "Our shirts off."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Yes sir," Dante drawled, raising his arms to help Anders remove the shirt.

His hands were up under Anders' seconds later.

[not_every_mage]

"I love it when you're polite," Anders purred, lifting his arms to help Dante as his eyes drank in the expanse of skin that Dante had revealed.

[rebelseekspizza]

"And I can be really fucking polite," Dante said, smirking. He cast Anders' shirt into a corner. "Anything I can help you with?"