[ He's not quite sure how he's managed to pull his still clothed cock away from Enjolras. He's beyond desperate at this point. In the back of his mind, he worries how long he can last. Barely touched and already thinking of orgasm. This is what his boyfriend, his love, does to him.
Those panties are very slowly taken off. His eyes do not dare to look anywhere else. He doesn't realize he's bitten his lower lip and groans as Enjolras's cock bounces out of them and all of his flesh is revealed... But still surrounded by lace. ]
I could orgasm only looking at you like this...
[ That does not mean he's standing still. No. He's sheds his pants as he speaks and takes his eyes away only to reach for the lube. Bless Enjolras for thinking ahead and leaving it out. He doesn't think to warm it. Hell, he's barely covering himself in it. It's-- He doesn't want to ruin their night should Enjolras have not prepped quite enough. His mind is a foggy mist of lust, but his concern for Enjolras will always come first.
Combeferre reaches right away for hips, pulls Enjolras to the edge of the bed, and teases again by sliding himself in as slowly as he can manage. God help him this is beyond amazing. ]
[ Combeferre's words make him shudder, but he's far too distracted to respond. If he wanted to orgasm, he could. Enjolras would be far from minding that- he'd drink him up like a greedy babe and insure he'd have several more orgasms as the night progressed. But. This is decidedly much better. Combeferre looks to Enjolras like he's hungry for something- and Enjolras wants to damn his awkward towards dirty words and whisper all colors of filth in his ear. What he wants to do, what he wants done to him, with more fucks and yeses.
There's the familiar burn Enjolras feels whenever he and Combeferre make love- a perfect stretch that makes him cry out, shutting his eyes and whimpering lightly. If he wasn't properly stretched before he doesn't appear to mind. The roughness is good, the burn is perfect, and if he feels this tomorrow then he'll only think to thank Combeferre for the gift. ]
Yes- yes, that's perfect. Yes.
[ Enjolras keeps them there for a second, though, getting used to the feeling or getting lost in it. He doesn't know the difference. Eventually he relaxes into it, rocking his hips to say he's all right, bright blue eyes blinking open and watching the man inside him. ]
I love you desperately, Combeferre. Feel free to be... ah, harder, if it suits you.
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Those panties are very slowly taken off. His eyes do not dare to look anywhere else. He doesn't realize he's bitten his lower lip and groans as Enjolras's cock bounces out of them and all of his flesh is revealed... But still surrounded by lace. ]
I could orgasm only looking at you like this...
[ That does not mean he's standing still. No. He's sheds his pants as he speaks and takes his eyes away only to reach for the lube. Bless Enjolras for thinking ahead and leaving it out. He doesn't think to warm it. Hell, he's barely covering himself in it. It's-- He doesn't want to ruin their night should Enjolras have not prepped quite enough. His mind is a foggy mist of lust, but his concern for Enjolras will always come first.
Combeferre reaches right away for hips, pulls Enjolras to the edge of the bed, and teases again by sliding himself in as slowly as he can manage. God help him this is beyond amazing. ]
You're beautiful...
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There's the familiar burn Enjolras feels whenever he and Combeferre make love- a perfect stretch that makes him cry out, shutting his eyes and whimpering lightly. If he wasn't properly stretched before he doesn't appear to mind. The roughness is good, the burn is perfect, and if he feels this tomorrow then he'll only think to thank Combeferre for the gift. ]
Yes- yes, that's perfect. Yes.
[ Enjolras keeps them there for a second, though, getting used to the feeling or getting lost in it. He doesn't know the difference. Eventually he relaxes into it, rocking his hips to say he's all right, bright blue eyes blinking open and watching the man inside him. ]
I love you desperately, Combeferre. Feel free to be... ah, harder, if it suits you.