The Les Mis Anon Kink Meme, Round 3
Since LJ seems to have finally capitulated to the Russian government and is now subject to Russian anti-obscenity laws, I'm not going to take a chance on sudden deletions. The Les Mis kinkmeme now lives at https://lesmiskinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/. (Round 3 here.) Everything has been backed up there. The LJ kinkmeme will stay up, but is now closed to
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Enjolras harrumphed and laid his head back down on Grantaire's chest, and now he was rocking subtly back into every touch, eager for more pressure, impatient to have Grantaire's finger inside him. Grantaire obliged him, a little bit at a time, pressing in half an inch and then withdrawing, feeling Enjolras' muscles twitch at the loss. Just as he was resolving to stop teasing and get down to business soon, Enjolras looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. "Grantaire," he said, and his timing was perfect, really, "if you're going to do it, just do--oh. Oh."
Grantaire looked innocently down at him. "How does that feel?"
Enjolras shuddered, his breathing quickening. "Like you've got your finger where no finger should be," he said through gritted teeth, and his face contracted as though prey to some intense sensation, even if he hadn't yet resolved what that sensation actually was. Grantaire wriggled his finger experimentally, and evidently the sensation was tending towards pleasure, because Enjolras' face slackened and he moaned aloud.
Now that was gratifying. Enjolras hadn't been at all a vocal lover during their earlier exertions, had in fact expressed his appreciation for the talents of Grantaire's mouth chiefly through a white-knuckled hand on his shoulder and another buried in his hair. But now, as Grantaire crooked his finger inside him and tugged at that ring of muscle from within, he ducked his head and buried his face in Grantaire's chest to muffle the half-vocalized gasps emerging from his throat. Grantaire pushed his finger deeper and then withdrew, pushed deeper and then withdrew, and Enjolras made a noise that sounded suspiciously like "nnnnngah" and thrust his hips back to meet him.
"I'll confess I might have cheated a little bit," Grantaire whispered in his ear as Enjolras mouthed wordlessly at his shoulder. "I should have told you that the physical reaction can be almost involuntary in some cases. Still, I'd like to hear you beg."
Enjolras pulled himself together at that, though he looked like he was shaking with the effort of not burying his face in the nearest expanse of sheets and biting down hard to stifle his moans. "What's involuntary, now?" he said, breathing fast but normally, his eyes glittering with challenge.
"Well, this, for example." Grantaire added a second finger and thrust into Enjolras.
Enjolras fell apart. He planted his face in Grantaire's shoulder again, nuzzling desperately against him like a very agitated cat, and in between moans he whispered oaths that Grantaire had never heard pass his lips before. "Grantaire--Grantaire, oh God--fuck--Jesus, Mary, and Joseph--do that again--fuck--keep going--"
So Grantaire did. He fucked Enjolras with two thick fingers, and when he found the spot just inside him and to the front that made his hips jerk and his cock drip all over Grantaire's stomach, he used it mercilessly to his advantage. Soon Enjolras gave up on words altogether and just moaned into Grantaire's neck, mouthing incoherently at his skin and rutting backwards with his hips to drive Grantaire's fingers in harder. His cock, fully erect again, dragged over Grantaire's stomach with each thrust.
Grantaire slowed his pace. In fact, he almost stopped, his fingers not moving except to keep up a gentle but firm stroke on Enjolras' prostate. Enjolras growled with frustration and ground against Grantaire's fingers, burying them inside him to the knuckle, but Grantaire just withdrew far enough to resume the same stroke. "Do you like that?" he said softly.
"Liked it better... before," Enjolras gasped, his voice rising half an octave when Grantaire's thumb pressed at the tender place between his balls and his entrance.
"Did you," said Grantaire, drinking in every gasp, every crack in Enjolras' voice. "What do you want now?"
"More," he managed. "More movement, more..." He trailed off, the words not coming.
"I've got two fingers inside you now," Grantaire murmured in his ear. "Do you think you can take three?"
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!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS IS AMAZING, HOLY FUCK
IT'S EXACTLY THE POSITION I WAS THINKING OF, TOO
I'VE FALLEN ON MY CAPS LOCK AND I CAN'T GET UP
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...and okay, the thing with the position is bordering on uncanny, because I wouldn't even have thought of it if it hadn't arisen by accident from all the cuddling. WERE YOU SENDING ME BRAIN MESSAGES OR WHAT.
More coming, I promise!
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F5 F5 F5 F5 F5
And props on the tiresias reference, too!
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And ha, thanks, you just know R would consider bawdy classics references to be appropriate pillow talk.
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Enjolras closed his eyes, his lips falling open in a moan at the very thought. "Yes," he said instantly. "Do it. Now, Grantaire."
Grantaire grinned. Now was the moment to take his sweet time about it; he had Enjolras exactly where he wanted him, it was just a matter of applying the right pressure. "Are you sure?" he said innocently. "I wouldn't want to hurt you, after all." And speaking of applying the right pressure--there, all he had to do was twist his fingers, as though crossing them and uncrossing them inside Enjolras, and Enjolras' face contracted and his breath hissed heavily through his teeth at the stretch.
"You're not going to hurt me," he panted. "Feels good when you do that. Go on. Give me more."
"Tell me what you want," Grantaire murmured.
Enjolras nearly whined with frustration. "You know what I want."
"I want to hear it from your lips."
Enjolras writhed impatiently on his hand, too hazy with desire for the words to come easily, but once they'd formed they burst forth in a flood. "I want another finger inside me. Want you moving again. I want--hell, Grantaire, I like it when you make me stretch like that. Fuck, yes, just like that. Like you're opening me up. I'd take your whole hand if I could. Another finger isn't so much to ask."
Grantaire almost stopped breathing. He imagined his hand sheathed entirely inside Enjolras--imagined Enjolras enjoying it. Not tonight. Not for a while. Fuck. But he'd have to make a note of it. And to think he'd believed himself on top of the situation, about to hear Enjolras beg for it, and instead Enjolras turned around and said things that turned Grantaire's limbs to jelly at the very thought. He groaned. "All right," he heard himself saying, "all right, here--" And he pushed a third finger inside along with the other two.
Enjolras' hips jerked, his breath growing ever more ragged. "God," he said, "Grantaire--"
"Hurts?" Grantaire watched Enjolras' face anxiously and stilled the motions of his hand.
"No," Enjolras growled, "but if you don't start moving soon it'll be unbearable." He rolled his hips back and forth, practically fucking himself on Grantaire's fingers, his eyes screwed tightly shut. "Come on, Grantaire, fuck me--please--"
Grantaire's breath caught in his throat. "Say that again."
"Please fuck me already."
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I AM AGOG I AM AGHAST
and now i want E/R fisting fic, but YES
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Jesus this is hot
Seriously, hottest fic I've read in a long, long time.
Please never stop
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omfg, this is amazingly hot and I love you for writing it.
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refreshing 24/7
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