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 ( ... )
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Thank you so much for writing author, and OP for prompting!!
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Fuck. If Grantaire hadn't already spent the rest of the evening giving release to several years' worth of desperate longing for Enjolras--twice--then that sentence would have made him come on the spot. As it was, his cock twitched but remained stubbornly half-hard, and his voice came out far more cracked and unsteady than he had intended it to. "As you wish," he rasped, and tried to keep his hand from shaking as he drove three fingers into Enjolras, hard.
One of Enjolras' hands clamped down on Grantaire's left shoulder, as though he would come apart if he couldn't hold on to him. The other hand fisted itself in his hair, and he tucked his face into the crook of Grantaire's right shoulder and bit down. He wasn't moaning anymore. His breath was harsh and shallow, in time with Grantaire's thrusts, and with every thrust backwards his head bobbed and his sweat-damp golden curls brushed Grantaire's cheek. He arched his hips up, blindly following Grantaire's hand to seek out more; Grantaire swore under his breath at the sight, the ( ... )
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Haha, of course Enjolras wouldn't be ~selfish~.
(This is super smoking hot. Yes.)
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I can't breathe.
Someone help me.
This is utter perfection.....!!!
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