Lucien Enjolras

"You already know that," he replies, a little tart and smirking. It is all too easy to let himself just listen, to do what Laertes wants him, to drift in a haze; but now that he's getting a little more comfortable he cannot help but let himself tease. He does take Laertes in his mouth, though not without bringing his hands up to press his nails into the other's hips and buttocks, leaving crescent-shaped indentations. He shifts his weight back to settle at his ankles again and cocks an eyebrow, insolently.