➳ i am a ghost, just a mirage

[seditiously]

( who chases traces of you )

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[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.