Which Enjolras is returning in kind, letting Laertes lead the way but managing to hold his own all the same. This is --new, this is like washes crashing on a shore, it recedes and comes back stronger than before, and he wants more.

"Please, I--" he starts, licking his lips, and he must be well on his way to looking thoroughly debauched at this point, cheeks red and eyes bright; but then he realizes he doesn't know what he wants, other than just more. More of everything he's experienced so far. "I need more."