kernow | ➳ i am a ghost, just a mirage

[ R’s hands grab at Enjolras’ shirt, pulling the fabric toward him as he clamps the man’s slender hips between his thighs where he fit himself so nicely. There is a moan into Enjolras’ paler lips as a renewed shiver indeed washes over Grantaire at the moment the blond had hoped.

Avoid the hands- if R could keep his hands off of Enjolras’ he could stay right here with him. Here. Here with his lips on his, E’s hands on his waistband, R’s hands fidgeting with the button down while gently clawing at the stiff muscles of Enjolras’ abdomen as he revealed them beneath the opening fabric. Grantaire sucks on the tongue as it enters his mouth forcefully, demandingly. He smiles, willingly letting the blond man shape him as he would like. Right now, Enjolras, his seams were ripping open for you. ]

[Enjolras shivers as he feels Remi trace the outlines of his stomach, now exposed to the simultaneously too warm and too cool room. A hunger of sorts coiling in his abdomen, he snakes his hand into Remi's dark curls, pulling him further in as he tries to claim, taste, everything in his mouth. His free hand toys with the band of Remi's pants at first, then starts to tug at it with increasing impatience. Finally, he breaks their mouths apart, their teeth almost clacking with his restlessness, and scowls down at Grantaire's jeans.]

Why is your clothing being impossible today..??

[ R chuckles and hums with excitement and fondness as he helps Enjolras’ hands to undo his buckle and unfix the button on his jeans. ]

I thought you liked a challenge, sir. [ He leans in and breathes it into his ear with a smirk, nipping Alexandre’s lobe gently after he kisses it. Grantaire in turn peels back Enjolras’ shirt, popping one of the buttons he’d missed. Oops.

R stifles a loud snigger and kisses at Enjolras’ neck hungrily to apologize. ]

[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...

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?

[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.

➳ i am a ghost, just a mirage

oof. ooooof.

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