[ He does not mind the way Combeferre seems to take control, or lose it, when he spins Enjolras around. This was the ultimate point, wasn't it? He's honestly thrilled to see him so interested in it, so captivated by the way Enjolras dresses. It feeds his need for attention very well, but then again. Combeferre always does.
The lipstick is only altered by hard lines turning softer from the passion of their kissing- Combeferre's lips are, if anything, fractionally redder but nothing too noticeable. Enjolras is perfectly willing to open his mouth for exploration, his own tongue licking across Combeferre's with a skill he's nearly perfected at this point. Everything he learned, of course, was from the educator currently gripping his hips, pressing their arousals in tight together.
He is slightly worried, for a moment, that Combeferre won't be able to hold his weight. Cocks touching through unnecessary and flimsy material, as well as the promise of more, means this thought is only fleeting in nature. Moreover, he trusts Combeferre with his life and his everything. Enjolras' teeth bare to nip at his lips, hands holding themselves steady on his shoulders, while he lifts his legs up and wraps them firmly around Combeferre's waist.
If he bothers to notice, he might feel that Enjolras is already a little wet on his backside, a little opened up. Someone tried to prep himself. ]
[ And oh how he tastes, oh how he demands attention. Combeferre knows it is far too soon to swear absolute love to the man in his arms. It's hard to argue against the idea when he's never felt this alive - not with anyone. He knows that most wouldn't believe him, but that is where most of his lust stems. The man before him is beautiful in his imperfection and certainly knows how to surprise.
He shudders out a moan, not from keeping it in. It's all a bit overwhelming. He's almost worried at just how extreme his mind is being. He rarely gets stirred up to extremes. And, when thinking about it, Enjolras is almost always the root of it. Even now. He'd laugh if he weren't so very distracted by his body pressing them closer. The kiss might have been momentarily broken by the nip. He is going to take it back tenfold, sucking and licking and nipping on any part of his mouth Combeferre can reach.
One hand keeps a steady and firm grip on his hip while the other moves lower. His fingers gently, very gently in contrast to the rest of his motions and the grinding of their cocks, seek out the curve of his ass. He can already feel the lubrication and he moans again. His Enjolras thinks of everything. It's only when his fingers push into the hemline of the frills and touch the skin that he breaks the kiss to speak. ]
Did you prepare yourself? Without me? [ He's almost disappointed. Not entirely, mind you. Fingering Enjolras, watching him slowly loosen up both in mind and body, is one of his favorite things. He finds tonight's preemptive strike... erotic. Very erotic. ]
[ Kisses are returned with a clash of teeth and the mashing of lips. Enjolras will never tire of how Combeferre kisses him, whether it's these hasty, passion-filled ones, or the soft ones in the morning, to wish each other good luck on their day. All kisses, Enjolras finds, are filled with emotion. Combeferre kisses like he's in love, and there's really no way that Enjolras can't appreciate that.
Enjolras wiggles around a bit, one heel digging into the flesh of Combeferre's ass to try and push his pants down. Because he can't just kiss like that and expect Enjolras not to be needy. Getting his cock out would have been perfect ten minutes ago, and by now it's just awful that he isn't fucking Enjolras already. Not that he minds a slow build up, of course he's actually preferable in that way, but he's never seen Combeferre like this, and he'd be lying if he said it didn't go directly to his cock. ]
Tried to.
[ He laughs a bit, in a way that suggests nothing at all is funny, while he tugs a bit on Combeferre's hair and tries to press back down into his hand. Really, a teasing touch is not going to cut it right now. ]
Not enough, the- the corset required more attention, and I didn't have enough time. Hardly two, before you came home. [ Enjolras squirms, just short of pleading Combeferre to touch him, heel still going at it's attempt to strip him, at least enough to get his cock out. ] And anyway- I thought. I'm acting as a woman, aren't I? That's what it should feel like.
[ Combeferre laughs, much in the same way, in return. He pushes his fingers further, knowing that he is going to distract from the ... Conversation? Might as well top off this whole adventure with Combeferre enjoying his leader at a lack of words.
Only when the tip of his finger barely touches his wet entrance, drawing a nice little circle, that he speaks again. ]
You think so much. All this for me?
[ Even if it was partially selfish in motivation, to Combeferre, this is better than Christmas. He might put forward the idea of this every year instead of presents. Enjolras is his favorite gift to unwrap.
At last, his fingers press in. He wants to make sure that Enjolras is stretched. Perhaps, too, he wants to tease a little more and enjoy any noise he has to offer. Combeferre is not embarrassed in the least to admit he takes great joy in watching Enjolras's pleasure. He could watch for ages without a thing being done to him. Nothing brings greater pleasure than his lover's. Their lips hover close, but kept purposefully apart. He wants to savor this moment. He doesn't wait as he typically does. Right away, he starts to curl and thrust his fingers in the way he knows will produce the best results.
He will take this over reviewing survey results any night. ]
[ Enjolras is always receptive. It comes from living his entire life without a requited, physical type of love- Combeferre's touch is, as always, something that makes Enjolras sit at the edge of his seat, hair standing on the back of his neck. Enjolras is sure he'll never get used to intimate touches, but then again, he supposes that might be the point. It's not a bad thing. He hopes he never falls less in love with his perfect fingers.
And anyway, Combeferre is being surprising, relentless, and he can't expect Enjolras to sit still. He writhes in his hands, trying to nestle his hips further down to get more of Combeferre's fingers, because he's greedy, because he wants everything and it's simply not enough. Not yet, and Enjolras knows what he's lusting after. Still, his breath comes out in hot pants against Combeferre's mouth, and Enjolras would kiss him if he weren't so breathless. ]
... Obviously.
[ Is what he says finally, tugging on Combeferre's hair and moving his hips around in circles. He whines at one potent motion of his fingers, and lets his squirming finally get Combeferre out of his useless pants. ]
[ He's whining. He's cursing. He's begging. Well, not actually begging. He's begging in the way Enjolras begs: by taking action. Combeferre almost does not know what to do with himself. All of this, the lace, the beautiful make up that's now staining his lips as well.
Combeferre smirks. Playfully, mind you. There are so few things he enjoys as much as this. Enjolras, well trimmed Enjolras, at his wits end. Truly an end if this is what he's been reduced to.
His fingers are removed, slowly as he can. It's... It's actually not very slow. He's just as anxious as his lover is. He presses one very quick but very sweet kiss to Enjolras's jaw. ]
Hold tight to me.
[ It's a gentle command whispered lightly against his skin, but it is one definitely meant. He wraps both arms tighter around Enjolras's middle. Yes. He is going to carry him to the bed. It's not a long distance and he has leverage on his side.
[ Enjolras doesn't need to be told twice. He does, however, attempt to stifle a complaint at the removal of Combeferre's fingers- which are long and lovely and better than Enjolras' own, and they fit delicately inside him. He misses them, everywhere, not just inside. He can feel them gripping on his sides, but it's not enough- he wants them in his hair and around his cock and inside him and- just. Being useful. Put to work.
He doesn't say this, though, even if it's plainly obvious. There's no reason to complain when Combeferre is enveloping him, and Enjolras is clinging onto him desperately, arms wrapping tightly around his neck. He's in love with the man and his embrace and everything that has to do with him- and he's quivering in anticipation for what he knows is about to come. He trusts Combeferre, and knows he won't let them fall.
Not that he'd really mind that, because Enjolras is going to make the small walk to the bed as difficult as possible. His neck is sensitive and Enjolras is painfully aware of that by now- so when he pushes up off the wall and into Combeferre's arms, he nestles his head to the crook of his neck, sucking and biting at the skin there. ]
[ This moment is not the right one to make his knees weak. He grips tighter to remind himself of the precious treasure he has in his arms. Enjolras wouldn't walk away with more than a bruise if he dropped him. Yet, he doesn't want to ruin their night. Not when his whole body is demanding that he take Enjolras.
He breathes out the faintest whine of his own and gives a frown he does not truly mean. ]
Now who is being the ass.
[ A few steps is all it takes to get them to the bed. Rather than set Enjolras down and come back up, Combeferre presses both of them to the bed. His hips move automatically, grinding in that rhythm he uses when they make love. Already, without even having his clothes off. It's getting difficult to keep the noises away that come with every other breath. He continues the motions as he takes off his own shirt, fast as his hands will allow. As soon as the shirt is tossed aside, his hands grip tight to those perfect thighs. In they move, they have a mission. Those panties, as beautiful as they are, have to come off or he won't be able to go as deep as he hopes. ]
Enjolras... [ Despite their position, despite Combeferre taking so much, in so many ways Enjolras is still the leader. He begs with the whisper of his name. Let him. Please let him. ]
[ He is thoroughly flushed beneath Combeferre, from the way he moves his hips- as always, it's breathtaking. Literally, because Enjolras is a panting mess under him, gasping for air from the fabric- the fabric- brushing over his sensitive cock. Still, Enjolras marvels in the newly revealed skin, letting expert hands trace over fine lines of his muscle as they are shown, never one to ignore beauty when it's directly in front of him. Or, maybe he does ignore beauty on occasion, but there is no sense in ignoring Combeferre, not when the only thing Enjolras craves in the world in his attention.
Permission is not needed. He almost wants to scoff at the thought of Combeferre asking, even if the question is plainly obvious. Still, though. Still, Enjolras hesitates momentarily for- well, not so obvious reasons. He's meant to be a woman now, but taking the underwear off would reveal some very unwomanly bits to him. He doesn't want to break the magic. He doesn't- he knows Combeferre won't want him any less if he's a man, but he has weird sorts of inclinations to be a woman. Just right now.
He entertains the notion to take it from behind for a moment, but no. Enjolras demands to be fucked respectfully. ]
Please- carry on, Combeferre. It's all right.
[ He does solidify the okayness of that with a shimmy of his hips- yes, he thinks, that would be all right. He'll still have the corset and the stockings and the rest of it, and he dares to think that even if he should be taken, one would still think him Eve. ]
[ 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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The lipstick is only altered by hard lines turning softer from the passion of their kissing- Combeferre's lips are, if anything, fractionally redder but nothing too noticeable. Enjolras is perfectly willing to open his mouth for exploration, his own tongue licking across Combeferre's with a skill he's nearly perfected at this point. Everything he learned, of course, was from the educator currently gripping his hips, pressing their arousals in tight together.
He is slightly worried, for a moment, that Combeferre won't be able to hold his weight. Cocks touching through unnecessary and flimsy material, as well as the promise of more, means this thought is only fleeting in nature. Moreover, he trusts Combeferre with his life and his everything. Enjolras' teeth bare to nip at his lips, hands holding themselves steady on his shoulders, while he lifts his legs up and wraps them firmly around Combeferre's waist.
If he bothers to notice, he might feel that Enjolras is already a little wet on his backside, a little opened up. Someone tried to prep himself. ]
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He shudders out a moan, not from keeping it in. It's all a bit overwhelming. He's almost worried at just how extreme his mind is being. He rarely gets stirred up to extremes. And, when thinking about it, Enjolras is almost always the root of it. Even now. He'd laugh if he weren't so very distracted by his body pressing them closer. The kiss might have been momentarily broken by the nip. He is going to take it back tenfold, sucking and licking and nipping on any part of his mouth Combeferre can reach.
One hand keeps a steady and firm grip on his hip while the other moves lower. His fingers gently, very gently in contrast to the rest of his motions and the grinding of their cocks, seek out the curve of his ass. He can already feel the lubrication and he moans again. His Enjolras thinks of everything. It's only when his fingers push into the hemline of the frills and touch the skin that he breaks the kiss to speak. ]
Did you prepare yourself? Without me? [ He's almost disappointed. Not entirely, mind you. Fingering Enjolras, watching him slowly loosen up both in mind and body, is one of his favorite things. He finds tonight's
preemptive strike... erotic. Very erotic. ]
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Enjolras wiggles around a bit, one heel digging into the flesh of Combeferre's ass to try and push his pants down. Because he can't just kiss like that and expect Enjolras not to be needy. Getting his cock out would have been perfect ten minutes ago, and by now it's just awful that he isn't fucking Enjolras already. Not that he minds a slow build up, of course he's actually preferable in that way, but he's never seen Combeferre like this, and he'd be lying if he said it didn't go directly to his cock. ]
Tried to.
[ He laughs a bit, in a way that suggests nothing at all is funny, while he tugs a bit on Combeferre's hair and tries to press back down into his hand. Really, a teasing touch is not going to cut it right now. ]
Not enough, the- the corset required more attention, and I didn't have enough time. Hardly two, before you came home. [ Enjolras squirms, just short of pleading Combeferre to touch him, heel still going at it's attempt to strip him, at least enough to get his cock out. ] And anyway- I thought. I'm acting as a woman, aren't I? That's what it should feel like.
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Only when the tip of his finger barely touches his wet entrance, drawing a nice little circle, that he speaks again. ]
You think so much. All this for me?
[ Even if it was partially selfish in motivation, to Combeferre, this is better than Christmas. He might put forward the idea of this every year instead of presents. Enjolras is his favorite gift to unwrap.
At last, his fingers press in. He wants to make sure that Enjolras is stretched. Perhaps, too, he wants to tease a little more and enjoy any noise he has to offer. Combeferre is not embarrassed in the least to admit he takes great joy in watching Enjolras's pleasure. He could watch for ages without a thing being done to him. Nothing brings greater pleasure than his lover's. Their lips hover close, but kept purposefully apart. He wants to savor this moment. He doesn't wait as he typically does. Right away, he starts to curl and thrust his fingers in the way he knows will produce the best results.
He will take this over reviewing survey results any night. ]
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And anyway, Combeferre is being surprising, relentless, and he can't expect Enjolras to sit still. He writhes in his hands, trying to nestle his hips further down to get more of Combeferre's fingers, because he's greedy, because he wants everything and it's simply not enough. Not yet, and Enjolras knows what he's lusting after. Still, his breath comes out in hot pants against Combeferre's mouth, and Enjolras would kiss him if he weren't so breathless. ]
... Obviously.
[ Is what he says finally, tugging on Combeferre's hair and moving his hips around in circles. He whines at one potent motion of his fingers, and lets his squirming finally get Combeferre out of his useless pants. ]
D-don't be- an ass, Combeferre.
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Combeferre smirks. Playfully, mind you. There are so few things he enjoys as much as this. Enjolras, well trimmed Enjolras, at his wits end. Truly an end if this is what he's been reduced to.
His fingers are removed, slowly as he can. It's... It's actually not very slow. He's just as anxious as his lover is. He presses one very quick but very sweet kiss to Enjolras's jaw. ]
Hold tight to me.
[ It's a gentle command whispered lightly against his skin, but it is one definitely meant. He wraps both arms tighter around Enjolras's middle. Yes. He is going to carry him to the bed. It's not a long distance and he has leverage on his side.
They'll be fine.
Hopefully. ]
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He doesn't say this, though, even if it's plainly obvious. There's no reason to complain when Combeferre is enveloping him, and Enjolras is clinging onto him desperately, arms wrapping tightly around his neck. He's in love with the man and his embrace and everything that has to do with him- and he's quivering in anticipation for what he knows is about to come. He trusts Combeferre, and knows he won't let them fall.
Not that he'd really mind that, because Enjolras is going to make the small walk to the bed as difficult as possible. His neck is sensitive and Enjolras is painfully aware of that by now- so when he pushes up off the wall and into Combeferre's arms, he nestles his head to the crook of his neck, sucking and biting at the skin there. ]
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He breathes out the faintest whine of his own and gives a frown he does not truly mean. ]
Now who is being the ass.
[ A few steps is all it takes to get them to the bed. Rather than set Enjolras down and come back up, Combeferre presses both of them to the bed. His hips move automatically, grinding in that rhythm he uses when they make love. Already, without even having his clothes off. It's getting difficult to keep the noises away that come with every other breath. He continues the motions as he takes off his own shirt, fast as his hands will allow. As soon as the shirt is tossed aside, his hands grip tight to those perfect thighs. In they move, they have a mission. Those panties, as beautiful as they are, have to come off or he won't be able to go as deep as he hopes. ]
Enjolras... [ Despite their position, despite Combeferre taking so much, in so many ways Enjolras is still the leader. He begs with the whisper of his name. Let him. Please let him. ]
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Permission is not needed. He almost wants to scoff at the thought of Combeferre asking, even if the question is plainly obvious. Still, though. Still, Enjolras hesitates momentarily for- well, not so obvious reasons. He's meant to be a woman now, but taking the underwear off would reveal some very unwomanly bits to him. He doesn't want to break the magic. He doesn't- he knows Combeferre won't want him any less if he's a man, but he has weird sorts of inclinations to be a woman. Just right now.
He entertains the notion to take it from behind for a moment, but no. Enjolras demands to be fucked respectfully. ]
Please- carry on, Combeferre. It's all right.
[ He does solidify the okayness of that with a shimmy of his hips- yes, he thinks, that would be all right. He'll still have the corset and the stockings and the rest of it, and he dares to think that even if he should be taken, one would still think him Eve. ]
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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.