➳ i am a ghost, just a mirage

[seditiously]

( who chases traces of you )

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[seditiously]

[The scowl Enjolras gives him is petulant at best, his already arousal-prompted flush darkening..]

Very funny, now get over here.

[Curling his fingers along the base of Remi's neck, Enjolras arches his own to the side to allow the brunette greater access. The moan he emits is sinful at its height, drawn-out and almost too loud for the still somewhat public place. Another memory flashes as he closes his eyes to soak in the pleasure of it; those accursed wine-soaked lips, extolling his virtues and resemblance to every beautiful icon of the classics, a voice distant yet familiar in some way--]

R...

[habitually]

Mmhmm?

[ Grantaire keeps up the worshipping kisses and bites, leaving an artwork of gently laid marks that will be gone by the morning but are for R to admire for the evening. He kisses E’s exposed collarbone and runs his hands down to his hips and lower, slowly lower as his kisses move down in sync, R craning his neck to reach his flawless chest and nip at it.

With a smile and one more lingering kiss to his neck again, he carefully pulls his face back to look at the face that provides the sinful noises R is extracting. The hands on Enjolras’ thighs press a little and he leans into his lips and hovers. R breathes shakily despite his smug, calm demeanor. ]

Can I help you, President?

[seditiously]

[He hears the voice again, speaking of him as incapable of enjoying a lover beyond Patria; an untouchable work of marble (and oh, the irony of it now; for whatever Enjolras did not claim in that life, he was more than making up for now). Enjolras snaps out of whatever bliss-induced dream he's having; his eyes now fixate on Remi's again, dark and wanting.]

You can help by shirking those damn pants off completely. And the shirt too while you're at it.