E's hands grasped and released his bedsheets, as he writhed upon the bed. Laying on his back, his cock laid hard up against his stomach, giving him nothing to thrust up against but the soft cotton of his nightshirt. It was driving him mad and yet in his dream he was much more satisfied.
"Of course I'll touch you, my love," R whispered in his ear, seemingly surrounding him all at once. Grantaire was everywhere, touching him everywhere, but where it really mattered was where his fingers wrapped around the length of Enjolras' cock.
"Oh God, R," he cried, his voice cracking from a whisper. Another whimper fell from his lips, at the first stroke down.