[ 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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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.