[ 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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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.