Lucien Enjolras

“Yes,” his voice is a little thick as he sets to pulling down Laertes’ jeans. This, too, will be new to him; but he wants to see Laertes smile again, wants to be his with a fierce ache he can’t quite name, he wants much, and it is somewhat dizzying. He takes a deep, shaky breath, and looks up at him again, eyes wide and dark. “Tell me what to do?” One hand lingers near Laertes’ cock, and he lets his fingers trace along it gently.