Lucien Enjolras

"Just a small burn, but in an awkward place. I've trained my off-hand for fencing, but not yet for acts of love. Thy pardon, if I err." He notices that comfortable little shiver, and he wants to earn it again--this time, he brings up both hands to carve his nails down Enjolras's back, shoulders to buttocks, eight long lines of bright pain.