The Les Mis Anon Kink Meme, Round 3
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Grantaire fucking Enjolras with his fingers until Enjolras is reduced to a whimpering, shaking, begging mess
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1/?They lay tangled in the sheets in a haze of afterglow, Enjolras with an arm flung around Grantaire, Grantaire taking a damp cloth to their skin to clean up the mess from where he'd spent between Enjolras' thighs. Or at least, that was his nominal purpose. In truth, there hadn't been any mess left to clean up in quite some time, and Grantaire was mostly enjoying his excuse to run his hand lazily over the most intimate parts of Enjolras' body; not with intent to arouse either of them, simply touching and admiring. He slid the cloth gently over Enjolras' genitals--down the insides of his thighs, cool against the heated flesh--back up to the crease where thigh met buttock, then up along his cleft, finally coming to rest at the base of his spine. Enjolras, sprawled out half on top of Grantaire, let out a little "mmmmmm" noise into Grantaire's chest, melting at the end into a snort of fond exasperation. He disentangled his arm enough to reach ( ... )
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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 ( ... )
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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 ( ... )
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I AM AGOG I AM AGHAST
and now i want E/R fisting fic, but YES
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