closed: 'you don't believe in anything.' 'i believe in you.'

[untamedantinous]

The past few days have been less than pleasant. Firstly, it seemed that winter had decided to take an extended stay here at the mansion: yes, he knew this place had odd seasons, but winter has never been one of his favorites, even at home. Enjolras has been uneasy, lately, spending most of his evenings holed up with Laertes and Sagramore in an effort to avoid nightmares.

Today, he is hoping that spending time with the one other person from Paris will do him good: and besides that, it has been some time since he has properly seen Grantaire. It would do to check in on him, he thinks. And so, he has gathered up books and his nearly ever-present notebook, intent on doing some writing as well. --As an afterthought, he grabs the unopened bottle of wine that Dionysus had given him, and proceeds to Grantaire's rooms, where he knocks at the door.

"Grantaire?"

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[futaille]

He flicks his gaze up to Enjolras. "Harder, if you'd like," he murmurs before returning to peppering kisses along his chest.

[untamedantinous]

"Yes," he says, absently, before a thought occurs to him, and he pulls away momentarily, just enough so he can fix Grantaire with a firm stare. "Before anything else should occur, I need your word. If I should overstep, or do something you do not like, or do not wish -- please tell me. Promise that you will, I do not wish to be cruel in any way save what you will of --ah, this." More importantly, he does not wish to be worshipped, but he is uncertain of how to say that in a way that will not be awkward. "Before we get too carried away, please. Your word."

[futaille]

He's pinned by that stare, unable to look away. He swallows and speaks, a bit breathlessly. "You have my word. I'll tell you if there's something I don't like. And I give that word so that you can trust that if I don't say something, I don't dislike it."

[untamedantinous]

"Very well," he nods, and settles back into Grantaire's arms. "I --mm. I am not certain how to say this, but." He tugs at one of Grantaire's curls again, thinking. "I do not wish to be adored. Does that make sense?"

[futaille]

He's quiet for a moment, contemplating that. "I think... not adoring you would be impossible. But I think maybe, knowing me, and knowing you well enough... you don't wish to be venerated. Yes?"

[untamedantinous]

"Yes, that is it." He presses a soft kiss to Grantaire's hair. "If you can do that."

[futaille]

"I can do that. For all of the vestments of godhood I wove with my words to put on your shoulders, what I love has always been the man beneath them. So I will adore you as that man, and not revere you as the god."

[untamedantinous]

"Thank you." He hesitates a little, but presses another, gentle kiss to Grantaire's head.

[futaille]

He smiles, flushing just a bit, and shifts to push a kiss where Enjolras's neck meets his shoulder.

[untamedantinous]

Enjolras shifts again in return, and tugs at his hair again, a little harder this time.

[futaille]

A quick sharp inhale through his nose and he returns to trailing kisses down Enjolras's chest, pausing for a moment before latching to suck lightly at one of his nipples.

[untamedantinous]

There's another soft noise, and he arches into Grantaire's touch, hand tightening at his waist.

[futaille]

And that's a pleased hum as he keeps up the attention, chancing a glance at Enjolras's face.

[untamedantinous]

Enjolras looks —focused. He is enjoying himself; of course, that is evident enough in the small pleased noises, but his hands are shifting to Grantaire’s clothes now, beginning to methodically work at buttons and ties.

[futaille]

And Grantaire shifts his weight and adjusts his position as needed to accommodate Enjolras's task, taking the opportunity to switch to his other nipple as he does so.

[untamedantinous]

“You don’t need to be gentle,” he says, flushing a little as he continues with his self-appointed task. To prove his point, he slips a hand under Grantaire’s shirt and scratches, just hard enough to get that point across.

[futaille]

And his head pulls up a bit to gasp at that. But no sooner does that finish than he returns to peppering Enjolras's chest with kisses, only now adding in the occasional sharp nip.

[untamedantinous]

Those nips are spurring him to get on with taking Grantaire’s clothes off, and his fingers quicken their pace and continue on; with a brief pause for another scratch.

[futaille]

That results in another pleased inhalation, although directly against Enjolras's skin this time, and Grantaire murmurs something indistinct but clearly pleased before continuing his own self-appointed task.

[untamedantinous]

Eventually he’s finished with his task; and takes a moment to settle back on the bed and just watch Grantaire. This is a lot to take in, and it’s a little overwhelming, but he smiles and moves to stroke Grantaire’s hair again.

[futaille]

He's far from the only one in the room that's a bit overwhelmed. Grantaire leans into the touch, a soft pleased noise emerging from somewhere in the back of his throat.

[untamedantinous]

He continues petting Grantaire's hair, tentative and slow. There's no need to move quickly; he is unsure of himself as it is and that would only serve to make him even more tense. "Mm."

[futaille]

If he were a cat, he'd probably be purring, but as it is, he does not have the anatomy for that. Still, there's a soft pleased hum and he shifts a bit, pressing kisses to Enjolras's stomach.

[untamedantinous]

Enjolras shifts as well, closing his eyes and tugging at Grantaire's hair again.

[futaille]

He hisses softly and promptly bestows another quick sharp bite just above Enjolras's navel.