[ The first kiss itself is not particularly stirring. It's doesn't send a wave of heartache or jealousy through him. Something akin to shock, for sure. He's only very recently gotten used to the idea of Enjolras being capable of physical intimacy. To see him do such with someone else is... weird. It's weird.
But, they chose Courfeyrac for a reason, as they all keep telling themselves. He makes a mental reminder not to harp too much about it out loud. All they needed was his ego inflated.
The second kiss... The second kiss. That's-- Combeferre clears his throat in the nervous way he does. Courfeyrac is most definitely not an unattractive man. Neither of them are terrible at kissing, either (you're welcome, Enjolras). His eyebrows raise at himself. Interesting how he doesn't mind this sight one bit. Nor does he mind the hand on his knee. Combeferre rests his hand on Courfeyrac's and watches as long as they will put on the show. He'll demand attention in a moment. ]
[ Kissing gets easier the second time around, and Enjolras has learned this from the grand total of two people that he has kissed. Both of whom are currently sitting on his couch, waiting. He tries to think about what exactly they're waiting for, but his brain short circuits and goes around in circles, not only because he's being kissed, but because he's kissing Courfeyrac. And it's strange, but not bad- his lips are warm, experienced, and Enjolras tries not to feel like a chaste leader all over again.
He has wants, at all times, to be touching Combeferre when he isn't. Some part of him is pained that he can't pay attention to him right now, but he assumes he'll have time to make up for that later. Instead, his hand follows the curvature of Courfeyrac's neck, wrapping around the back to bury in with the longer hairs there.
Inevitably, he does fall back, but only far enough to press sweeter kisses to Courfeyrac's neck. He'd hate to make his other half feel left out, though there is a part of him that thinks there could never be anyone left out between the three of them. They are sharing this right now, after all- they're a trio. So Enjolras lets the other two have a moment, instead busying himself with testing the spots that are especially sensitive on Combeferre, to see if Courfeyrac would react in a similar way. ]
[ While Courfeyrac is definitely different from Combeferre - in various ways - there was always going to be a certain amount of overlap. The sound he makes as Enjolras explores his neck is part sigh, part purr and part laughter. Not derisive or even particularly amused; he laughs, all breath and barely any sound, because he is enjoying himself. The enduring echo of a grin on his face speaks to that, as he tips his head back to better expose his neck.
Which leaves him at a much better angle to make eyecontact with Combeferre. He grins only wider for a moment, fingers sliding a fraction of an inch up his friend's thigh and squeezing in something akin to invitation - come on, involve yourself. It's what you're good at after all. ]
[ Leave it to his Enjolras to do exactly as predicted: be unpredictable. Combeferre grins, appreciating how far he's come since those text messages so long ago.
Courfeyrac easily regains his attention. If Enjolras can so easily kiss their friend, then so can he. Why not? He gives an answering smile. Be glad to and leans in. He doesn't waste time with the short and sweet. His lips part soon after it, but he will like Courfeyrac control the speed.
Touching should be allowed too, should it not? He reaches for Enjolras's hand to take and place on the innermost part of Courfeyrac's thigh so that all three may touch at once. And, perhaps, he was craving the touch of the man he loves, even if it is much more innocent than what is being done to and by Courfeyrac. ]
[ Combeferre's hand doesn't get to leave until Enjolras has squeezed it once, as a little thank you for taking some of the tension away from his movements. He probably wouldn't have touched Courfeyrac without affirmation, so he appreciates it. He pulls back slightly, with the thought of catching Combeferre's eye, but is instead hypnotized by the sight of his two best friends kissing. Two especially attractive people kissing would make anyone stop and stare, but being that he loves the two of them more than anyone else, makes it all the more interesting. ]
Did you know, Courfeyrac, [ he continues with his work on Courfeyrac's neck, mumbling the words against his skin, in a hope not to make them part from each other. ] that Combeferre is quite ticklish, in some parts? For instance, if you squeeze here or kiss here [ each here is accentuated by a squeeze to the conjunction between his thigh and his groin, and a suck to the soft skin behind his ear, respectively. Enjolras tries not to look smug with himself, and is glad he's hiding in Courfeyrac's neck. ] he makes very pretty sounds.
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But, they chose Courfeyrac for a reason, as they all keep telling themselves. He makes a mental reminder not to harp too much about it out loud. All they needed was his ego inflated.
The second kiss... The second kiss. That's-- Combeferre clears his throat in the nervous way he does. Courfeyrac is most definitely not an unattractive man. Neither of them are terrible at kissing, either (you're welcome, Enjolras). His eyebrows raise at himself. Interesting how he doesn't mind this sight one bit. Nor does he mind the hand on his knee. Combeferre rests his hand on Courfeyrac's and watches as long as they will put on the show. He'll demand attention in a moment. ]
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He has wants, at all times, to be touching Combeferre when he isn't. Some part of him is pained that he can't pay attention to him right now, but he assumes he'll have time to make up for that later. Instead, his hand follows the curvature of Courfeyrac's neck, wrapping around the back to bury in with the longer hairs there.
Inevitably, he does fall back, but only far enough to press sweeter kisses to Courfeyrac's neck. He'd hate to make his other half feel left out, though there is a part of him that thinks there could never be anyone left out between the three of them. They are sharing this right now, after all- they're a trio. So Enjolras lets the other two have a moment, instead busying himself with testing the spots that are especially sensitive on Combeferre, to see if Courfeyrac would react in a similar way. ]
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Which leaves him at a much better angle to make eyecontact with Combeferre. He grins only wider for a moment, fingers sliding a fraction of an inch up his friend's thigh and squeezing in something akin to invitation - come on, involve yourself. It's what you're good at after all. ]
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Courfeyrac easily regains his attention. If Enjolras can so easily kiss their friend, then so can he. Why not? He gives an answering smile. Be glad to and leans in. He doesn't waste time with the short and sweet. His lips part soon after it, but he will like Courfeyrac control the speed.
Touching should be allowed too, should it not? He reaches for Enjolras's hand to take and place on the innermost part of Courfeyrac's thigh so that all three may touch at once. And, perhaps, he was craving the touch of the man he loves, even if it is much more innocent than what is being done to and by Courfeyrac. ]
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Did you know, Courfeyrac, [ he continues with his work on Courfeyrac's neck, mumbling the words against his skin, in a hope not to make them part from each other. ] that Combeferre is quite ticklish, in some parts? For instance, if you squeeze here or kiss here [ each here is accentuated by a squeeze to the conjunction between his thigh and his groin, and a suck to the soft skin behind his ear, respectively. Enjolras tries not to look smug with himself, and is glad he's hiding in Courfeyrac's neck. ] he makes very pretty sounds.