Chez Dante & Anders, Limbo City, Monday Morning

[not_every_mage]

After two weeks of luxury, coming home felt strange. On the one hand, having to pick his own socks off the floor and pour his own cereal into the bowl felt even more burdensome than usual.

On the other ... it was nice not to have to worry about getting hauled into whimsical alien jail if the person he had been mistaken for showed up. That made up for a lot of annoying daily chores.

He'd done some laundry that morning, with only a few giant sighs along the way, and lugged the basket into the living room to fold while he watched some soothing TV. The first channel he turned on was showing a special about imaginary animals, which was enough to have him sighing at the screen even more loudly.

"Why is everything mythical here?" he asked thin air. "It's probably for the good of everyone they don't have to worry about dragons, but they should at least have a few phoenix or deepstalkers somewhere."

[OOC: Open for calls, the housemate, etc.]

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[not_every_mage]

"And what's that?" Anders asked. On a whim, he scooted sideways on the floor to get within range to launch a tickle attack.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Girth," Dante managed to get out before he was fending off Anders's evil, evil fingers with his hands.

[not_every_mage]

"You only love me for my girth?" Anders returned between guffaws as he attempted to get at Dante's ribs. "Never knew you were that shallow."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Nope, sorry, totally that shallow," Dante retorted, attempting to snag Anders' wrists before he got anywhere.

Look, Kathy kept trying, he'd had practice.

[not_every_mage]

"You'll never take me alive," Anders claimed as they play-wrestled, but let Dante grab him just a moment later. He sighed heavily. "... guess I was wrong."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante smirked up at him, using his newly-found leverage for the diabolical task of tugging Anders down on top of him. "You're mine now," he agreed.

[not_every_mage]

Anders let himself settle against Dante's lap, squirming just enough to be comfortable.

"And now you're just going to keep my girth and my magic fingers all to yourself," he sighed. "Poor me, forced to service your every whim..."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Aw, you like it," Dante said, wiggling his eyebrows.

He kissed Anders after that. Because what else were you going to do with a lap full of hot mage?

[not_every_mage]

"Never said I didn't," Anders said, and kissed Dante back. Because what else were you going to do when a hot nephilim had you as his willing prisoner?

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante managed a huff of a laugh against Anders' mouth, letting go of his wrists - he needed his hands free so he could tangle one of 'em in Anders' hair. Mmm. Yep, it felt good to be home.

His free arm wrapped around Anders' waist.

[not_every_mage]

Anders gave himself over to the kiss with a soft, contented grunt, one newly freed hand on Dante's shoulder while the other traced the sharp edge of his jaw.

"Guess you don't care if I finish the laundry," he teased in a whisper, breath hot on Dante's ear. And then he nipped at the earlobe for good measure.

[rebelseekspizza]

"It's not like anybody's here who's going to give us shit for leaving it laying around," Dante said, sounding amused, and then breathless, because mm, teeth.

His hand slid up the back of Anders' shirt, pushing it up. "Laundry break. That's a thing now."

[not_every_mage]

"I'd folded almost half of a quarter of the stuff anyhow," Anders said as he rucked his shirt the rest of the way over his head. (Moving a little fast, maybe, but he wanted his skin on Dante's and it was suddenly very urgent.) "Practically done."

He'd liked that reaction, so he went in with his teeth again once he was bare-chested, nibbling a neat line up Dante's neck toward his earlobe.

[rebelseekspizza]

He was rewarded with soft gasps each time his teeth came down, Dante's head dropping back against the sofa, yielding more skin to Anders' mouth. His hands roamed up and down Anders' back. Sometimes with a little scrape of his fingernails, but he was mostly interested in feeling up as much warm skin as possible.

[not_every_mage]

Anders forgot about the world -- the cats, massage school, laundry, the dumb TV show, everything -- as his focus narrowed to Dante's mouth, throat and hands.

He sucked at the latest bite on Dante's throat, wanting to leave his mark. To show he was there.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante's laugh was warm and breathless, and his eyes had shut. "Mm, yeah," he groaned, rocking his hips up against Anders'. He was getting noticably hard, Anders' efforts pouring hot tension into his abdomen.

Here was a good place to be.

And Anders' ass was a good place for his hands to travel to.

[not_every_mage]

Anders whispered an affirmation, lifting his hips to grind against Dante's growing bulge. His hand gripped the back of Dante's head, keeping him close as he gave him another burning kiss.

[rebelseekspizza]

Anders' mouth was one of the top-5 great things about him. It really really really was.

So was his ass, and Dante gave it a firm squeeze before tangling his fingers in an effort to get Anders' pants off while also kissing him back, more rough by the second. He needed more of Anders, and now, and fuck he was overdressed.

He made a noise to that affect against Anders' wonderful fucking mouth.

[not_every_mage]

"Hmm?" Anders said, not that he really needed to know exactly what Dante was trying to say. The message was there in the heat of his mouth and the grasp of his hands.

Anders slid off Dante's lap just enough to jerk his pants off and kick them away before reaching for him again, laughing breathlessly as he tried to tug Dante's shirt off. His skin was all well and good, but he needed Dante's to join the party.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante laughed with him, though not without scrambling to help Anders get him out of his shirt. His fingers flew to his fly, tugging it open and shoving his jeans down his hips.

He kicked 'em off to the floor. "Better," he said, gripping Anders' hair and tugging him back in.

[not_every_mage]

"Much," Anders agreed, and thrilled to all the skin on skin as he perched on Dante's bare legs. He rocked slightly when his shaft touched Dante's but kept his main focus on the kiss, hands kneading at Dante's shoulders as their lips and tongues danced.

[rebelseekspizza]

The movement of Anders' hips was a sweet distraction, though, and Dante gasped softly, his own hips pressing up to feel Anders' length against him again. "Dunno," he breathed, and kissed Anders again, "...If I want you to fuck me..."

And again, fuck.

"... or let you ride me."

[not_every_mage]

"I like the way you look from this angle," Anders said, after a pause during which he did nothing but appreciate the burn of Dante's kiss and the warmth knotting low in his stomach. His hand fumbled down, clumsily stroking them together. "Bet I'd like it even better with you inside me."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante sighed, his hand a warm presence on the back of Anders' neck. "Bet I'd get the nicer view," he said, naked appreciation visible on his face as he watched Anders, catching his breath.

[not_every_mage]

Anders smiled down at him fondly, thrilling that he was producing that look on Dante's face. "Maybe," he allowed, and rolled his hips forward to produce a little more friction. "But I'll take this one."