Re: Dance Floor
R buried his face in his hands and resisted the urge to cry or make an undignified noise or something, and so he wouldn't have to look at Enjolras anymore. He'd seen his angel naked before, this should hardly compare, and yet somehow this was even filthier.
...to be fair, when naked, Enjolras didn't wear lipgloss (or, if he did, he didn't around R, and R didn't want to think about who he might be wearing it around instead). He was pretty sure that was making a difference.
'You look like someone I want to fuck through the mattress,' he thought, finally looking up and shaking his head to clear those thoughts away. He was pretty sure about half the people in the room were having the same thoughts (or, they should be at least, and if they weren't he was offended on Enjolras' behalf; if they were, he was just enraged. He was aware it was irrational).
'Also,' he thought, 'please do not ever talk about giving head again.'
Instead of saying any of that aloud, he just forced a smile and shook his head. "Mon ange, you look stunning, as always, I am merely trying to ensure that you won't catch a cold. Can't have you sick, after all." He moved toward him with the jacket again, once more trying to swoop the jacket over his shoulders. "That can't be very warm, after all."