Who: Enjolras, Grantaire, Courfeyrac and Combeferre What: Sexy fun times Where: Their room When: Now Rating: HIGH Status: Closed
Enjolras was sitting on the couch in the living area that they shared with the other men. All of them were seated and Enjolras was talking animatedly about politics and some very interesting things that he had read in a number of books he’s read in the library. He was glad to have his friends here to be able to discuss these things with, knowing that they would be a receptive and encouraging audience. That they would believe what he spoke of. He loved Grantaire, but he it was nice to be around those who not only wanted to listen to him speak but believed in what he spoke about.
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Grantaire loved listening to Enjolras speak. Not because he agreed, he still thought Enjolras’ optimism and idealism were unrealistic. He didn’t know if the world could ever truly change. But Enjolras believed it. Enjolras believed it with such passion, such conviction that it made Grantaire almost envious. It wasn’t any easier to be a cynic than it was to be an idealist, no matter what people might think. Being a cynic was dark, and lonely, and there was little light.
But Grantaire had Enjolras. And he had missed seeing him like this, fired up and speaking with his friends about their cause. It warmed him, it brightened him, and it was why he had spent so long around the edge of their group, watching Enjolras.
Combeferre and Courfeyrac were speaking too - they were talking over each other to both agree and disagree - or agree just a bit, but with a different perspective. If Grantaire closed his eyes he could be back at the Musain. But then he wouldn’t be able to see Enjolras, and he was beautiful.
He felt it then, that itch under his skin to say something, to have that focus turned on him. So he leaned forward, and after Enjolras made some grand comment about the potential for change, he shook his head.
“It’s never going to be that simple,” he said before he could stop himself. “It won’t ever be that simple, Apollo.”
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Enjolras’ eyes snapped over to Grantaire when he spoke and he glared at him for a moment. His eyes softened after a few moments as he thought about why Grantaire was saying this. He’d come to learn that Grantaire said things like this sometimes just to frustrate him and get him worked up, and had this been before they had gotten together he would have been much more frustrated. He shook his head and smiled fondly, wrapping an arm around Grantaire’ waist and leaned against him.
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Courfeyrac tensed, glancing at Combeferre when Grantaire spoke. This was usually when they would have to hold Enjolras back, to stop his irritation at Grantaire becoming vicious.
But it seemed that, too, had changed. Grantaire leaned into him, his expression softening too. He gave a nervous glance in their direction. They had not been very affectionate until now, despite being married.
Combeferre smiled softly, the smile that could put anyone at ease. He shook his head. “Do not trouble yourselves for our sake.”
Grantaire ducked his head, relaxing in Enjolras’ arm. “Thank you.” He met Enjolras’ eyes and hoped all would be well between them.
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Enjolras smiled warmly at Grantaire and leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his husband’ forehead. He was completely in love with Grantaire and so much had changed since he had realised his feelings for him. He understood the man a lot more now than he had before they had come onto the ship. Though they still didn’t agree on his cause, and probably never would, Enjolras accepted and loved Grantaire for the man that he was.
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Courfeyrac and Combeferre exchanged a smile at Enjolras’ gesture of affection. It was quite strange to see, but they both liked it. Especially the peace it brought.
Grantaire glanced over to them, perhaps a little embarrassed but trying to cover it. “I apologise for the interruption.” He shifted, lying sideways on the sofa and resting his head against Enjolras’ thigh. Perhaps if he were bold this would feel less daunting. He craved the contact, too.
“Do continue.”
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Enjolras nodded his head, his hand moving to run his fingers through Grantaire’ hair, speaking to the other men again, gripping Grantaire’ hair when he got particularly passionate about something he was speaking of.
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“Enjolras, we agree with you,” Combeferre said. “It’s just a different angle, that is all.”
Courfeyrac grinned. “Yes, exactly. So you can be kinder to Grantaire’s hair.”
Grantaire blinked, distracted by the way Enjolras was tugging his hair. He smiled, turning to them. “Oh, no. No, this is fine.” He smiled up at Enjolras, winking briefly at him.
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Enjolras grinned back at his husband. “I think my husband is rather enjoying it,” he said. He knew that Grantaire enjoyed when he was rough with him. He knew that very well. He looked back at them and nodded his head. “Perhaps we have spoken about this enough for one evening.” Despite Grantaire not really minding, he didn’t want to bore him, either.
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Courfeyrac laughed slightly, surprised a little by how relaxed Enjolras was. And by the suggestion they had spoken enough about it.
Grantaire shook his head. “Do not stop on my account.” He smiled up at Enjolras. “You know how I admire you at your most inspiring. My Liberty.”
Combeferre raised an eyebrow, smiling to himself. Strange as it was, it was very good to see his friend so happy.
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He looked at Grantaire and smiled, kissing the top of his husbands head quickly. “No, I think we are done for this evening. We can continue this discussion tomorrow.” His fingers ran through his hair again. His other hand moved to Grantaire’ check, resting against it.
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Combeferre stretched. “Yes, I think that is as well.”
Courfeyrac leaned back, watching them with an openness that bordered on rude. It was fascinating, though, to see Enjolras like this. “This seems somewhat surreal.”
Grantaire laughed slightly, glancing to the side. “Oh, it is. Entirely. But I have it on good authority I am not dreaming.” His thumb slid over his ring automatically.
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He grinned and shook his head. He reached for Grantaire’ hand and brushed his lips over the ring on his finger, giving him the same reminder he had been giving himself by rubbing the ring. “Yes, and I am perfectly okay with pinching your bottom should you have any other doubts about how real this is.”
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Courfeyrac spluttered, finding it difficult to breathe. The tender moment they had shared had been enough of a change for his serious friend, but his comment was so unlike the Enjolras he knew he could only stare at them in shock.
“I - Combeferre, I feel faint.”
Combeferre’s voice was, as always, calm. “It is a good thing you are seated, then, my friend.” He seemed perfectly unfazed by everything, though as happy as Courfeyrac was.
“Enjolras is flirting!”
Grantaire laughed. “I am his husband. It is permitted.” He smirked, meeting Enjolras’ eyes. “Besides, that is nothing. Your leader is insatiable.”
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“Yes, I believe it is most certainly permitted,” he said. He looked back at Grantaire intently at his next words. “So you tell me, frequently.” Though he knew it was true. Any time he was with Grantaire he found it hard to keep his hands off him.
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“So you prove, frequently.” Grantaire didn’t look away from him, just smirked slightly.
Courfeyrac laughed. “Oh, I can’t quite believe this. Well, no, the way he is looking at you proves he is insatiable, yes. But that Enjolras has discovered this entirely new side to him…” He smiled. “It suits you. Very much.”
Combeferre nodded. “I agree.”
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“You make it rather… hard,” he said, grinning at his husband, squeezing his hand.
He glanced away for a moment to look between the other two men. “I have learned much from my husband. And I rather enjoy this feeling. It isn’t something I expected to ever experience.”
He looked back at Grantaire and grinned again. “He brings out a different side of me.”
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"I am very happy for you, Enjolras," Combeferre said.
Courfeyrac gaped, giving a surprised laugh. "Enjolras! I am astonished by your boldness. I do like it, of course. But I suppose it is reassuring. Without it, you would remind me very like another couple on this ship, and I don't think you would appreciate the comparison."
Grantaire turned his head to the side, smiling. "We are not the Pontmercys. I resent that implication!"
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Enjolras furrowed his brow and scowled. "I am nothing like Marius," he said. "Marius is illogical and frustrating and how Cosette manages to do anything in bed with him I will never know. He barely participated when he was with us," he said
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Courfeyrac smiled. "This is true, their love is somewhat chaste and-" He stopped suddenly.
"Wait. When he was what?"
Grantaire pressed his cheek into Enjolras' leg for a moment. This would be embarrassing. "It was - yes it was a strange evening. He needed comfort, before Cosette arrived and ... We attempted to give it. It wasn't very successful."
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"Yes, it was rather frustrating. But luckily it wasn't enough to deter Grantaire entirely. And I think he rather enjoyed the way Marius frustrated me when he opened his mouth," he said. "That was when I first discovered he encouraged Marius so much so I would get angry. It was rather a relief, actually, discovering that that was his reasoning," he said, grinning.
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Combeferre was watching silently, his eyebrow raised slightly.
Courfeyrac laughed slightly. "Grantaire ... Comforted Marius while you ... And then deliberately provoked you?"
Grantaire shrugged. "I mentioned he was insatiable. We had begun. Marius needed support and Enjolras needed release. I could provide both." He smiled. "And it was very enjoyable."
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"Yes, I have to say that I agree. Very enjoyable," he said. He shifted slightly. Talking about it was bringing about a spike of arousal in him, his hold on Grantaire' hair tightening just a little again.
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Courfeyrac couldn't help noticing that. He was a little aroused too, just thinking about it. Enjolras, with his passion and fire, in bed ... His friend, one of his closest friends.
"I am surprised. You have so little patience for him. I've tried to encourage you to go easy on him since we met. And you take him to your bed!"
"That was my doing. He was heartsick. And .. Upset. About everything. I wanted to comfort him, we ended in bed and... It just happened." Grantaire raised an eyebrow. "Courfeyrac, are you jealous?"
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"Yes, and it was hardly worth having him there at all," he said. "Honestly." He shook his head.
He glanced at his friend at Grantaire's question. "I am sure you would do a much finer job of it," he added, tone light.
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Courfeyrac's eyes widened. He glanced to the side. Combeferre seemed calm but he could tell he was just as interested in the conversation. He glanced at Grantaire, who looked amused.
Courfeyrac took a breath. "Well, one doesn't brag, but I can assure you I have had more lovers than Marius. And I am not heartsick."
Grantaire turned to look up at Enjolras, raising an eyebrow. He seemed to be open to the idea. But before anything was proposed for certain he wanted to be sure. Grantaire had no objections, if Courfeyrac was open to it. Was it just Courfeyrac? Or would it be Combeferre too?
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"Both of you, actually," he said, though his eyes were fixed on his husband, an intense look on his face that Grantaire was well used to seeing by now. He pulled him up toward him and cupped his cheeks, kissing him fiercely.
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Grantaire sat up awkwardly to kiss Enjolras deeply. He was so happy with him and would do anything he asked. He knew how close he was to Courfeyrac and combeferre and if he wanted this Grantaire would give it.
It's not like it would be a hardship.
Courfeyrac glanced to Combeferre. Enjolras had just invited them to his bed. His blood was rushing in his ears at the thought. He could hardly think straight. But Combeferre would be able to.
Combeferre shifted, watching Enjolras and Grantaire. When they pulled away he cleared his throat.
"Perhaps we would. But are you certain you want this?" He asked calmly.
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Enjolras grinned at his husband, raising his eyebrows at him. "I would not suggest something I wasn't certain of," he pointed out. He thought that they should know that well.
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Combeferre nodded. "It would be unlike you. But then again, a few months ago so would this." He leaned forward. "You know I - we - care for you, Enjolras. Which is why this must be handled delicately. It isn't the same as with marius."
He looked at Grantaire. "What would you want from us?"
Courfeyrac swallowed, attempting to remain calm as Combeferre was. He was of course correct - this could go terribly wrong. They should discuss it. But all he could think about was the redness of Grantaire's lips after Enjolras had kissed him fiercely.
Grantaire looked at Enjolras, feeling slightly uneasy. Combeferre was correct. It would be different. "Enjolras?" He asked lightly.
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Enjolras looked between them. "I just know what I do with Grantaire. Perhaps you can make suggestions?" He asked, his arm moving around his husbands waist.
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Courfeyrac bit his lip. "I'm sure we can."
Combeferre smiled. "That can be discussed of course. But - Enjolras, we love you. Not the same way as your husband, of course." He glanced to Grantaire. "We would like to share this with you but only if it will not affect our friendship. Or of course, your marriage."
Grantaire nodded. He leaned against Enjolras. It was worrying, a little at least. He was so close to them. "Just - just once," he said. "I think we will need to keep it to that alone. If you agree..."
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Enjolras nodded his head. "Yes, I would not be willing to share my husband often but I think that once should be manageable."
He squeezed Grantaire' side. He was a little worried himself as both men were surely more experienced than him. But he knew how deeply Grantaire felt for him. And whatever they had to offer his husband in the bedroom surely couldn't change that. He had been willing to die alongside him, after all.
He didn't question any sway in his own feeling for Grantaire. He would never love another or want another like he did with Grantaire.
"I will take pride in the skills he has," he said, grinning.
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Grantaire laughed slightly. "I'll try extra hard to impress for you."
Courfeyrac grinned. "I'm sure you will."
Combeferre nodded. "Just one time would be best, yes. Now? And would you want us both at once?"
"Yes," Courfeyrac said quickly. "I mean. If you want. I'd like to... Have you there, Combeferre."
Combeferre smiled and nodded. "If everyone agrees?"
Grantaire laughed. "Are we going to vote?"
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Enjolras grinned. "I do not think that you will have to try so hard. You do very well," he said. "I am always impressed. And satisfied."
He couldn't help but grin at Grantaire's question. "Yes, let's. All in favour of Combeferre joining us say Aye."
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Grantaire chuckled as Courfeyrac's hand shot up.
"Aye!" Courfeyrac said with a grin.
Combeferre nodded. "Aye."
Grantaire shook his head. "Aye, of course. Shall we be voting on all tonight's activities?"
Combeferre smiled. "I don't see why not. It is democratic."
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Enjolras smiled. "Well it seems that the first motion carries. I think that someone should suggest the next motion," he said. He wasn't sure the best way to work out four men being together.
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Grantaire shook his head. "I move that we remove to the bedroom. Objections?"
"None at all." Courfeyrac grinned and stepped forward, and Grantaire led them all to the room he and Enjolras shared.
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Enjolras grinned and followed after Grantaire. "Motion carried," he said. He glanced at the painting Grantaire had made him and then ran his eyes appreciatively over his husband. Talented in many ways.
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Combeferre's eyes were drawn to the painting. He smiled as stepped forward. "That is wonderful. Grantaire did you paint it?"
Grantaire slid a hand through his hair. "Ah, yes. For Enjolras. I was... Inspired."
Courfeyrac grinned, moving forward to study it. "It's brilliant. Look at everyone! There's me! A very good likeness. Handsome." He smirked.
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Enjolras walked to Grantaire and wrapped an arm around him. "Yes, it is wonderful. As is my husband in general. Talented in many ways," he said.
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Combeferre nodded. "He is. It is wonderful Grantaire."
Courfeyrac nodded. "It is."
Grantaire shook his head. "I should move it. Having it so close to our bed is a mistake. I mean, when you see the real thing beside it it pales in comparison." He turned to Enjolras, reaching for the buttons on his shirt.
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Enjolras shook his head. "I love it. And I love you," he said, allowing him to start undressing him
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“And I you.” Grantaire kissed Enjolras’ cheek as he finished the buttons.
Combeferre turned to watch them. He smiled. “In with both feet, Grantaire?” he asked.
Grantaire smirked. “Hoping to distract you from studying the painting too closely. You’ll see. This is the only real masterpiece in this room.” He nodded to Enjolras’ chest.
Courfeyrac stared, nodding his head slightly. “I can see what you mean.” He stepped closer. “We should - we should start by kissing.” He glanced around.
Combeferre nodded. “Seconded.” Grantaire smirked. “Aye.” He pulled off Enjolras’ shirt and stepped back. “After you, gentlemen.”
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Enjolras nodded his head. “Motion carried,” he said, stepped toward Courfeyrac and cupping his cheeks, he kissed the other man passionately. A hand moved to reach out blindly for his husband, wanting Grantaire near him.
He broke the kiss after a few moments, panting slightly.
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Courfeyrac reached out to rest his hands on Enjolras’ waist as he returned the kiss. It was just as it had looked with Grantaire - fierce and fiery and passionate. He returned the kiss eagerly, so happy to have a chance to experience this with his friend.
Grantaire took Enjolras’ hand, and he slid his thumb over his husband’s knuckles gently. He liked watching Courfeyrac and Enjolras together - they were alike with their blond curls and lithe limbs.
Combeferre stepped closer, clearing his throat. “Grantaire? Would you like to?”
He nodded. “Of course.” He held his free hand out to Combeferre invitingly. Combeferre took it, stepping closer to him. His kiss was soft, almost chaste to begin with, but there was a passion there, an edge. Grantaire was definitely looking forward to this.
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Enjolras squeezed his hand in return and then glanced at Grantaire and Combeferre as they kissed. “I think that all of us are still wearing far too many clothing,” he said. He released Grantaire’ hand and reached out to start unbuttoning his shirt.
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Grantaire gave a soft noise against Combeferre’s lips.
Courfeyrac chuckled, leaning his head against Enjolras’. “Grantaire seconds. And I agree.” He reached out to Combeferre’s waistcoat. They were wearing more layers than the others, having not fully embraced future fashions. Courfeyrac found them a little uninspiring and Combeferre probably thought them a little too casual.
Combeferre broke the kiss. “Carried.” He turned to let Courfeyrac begin to undress him, reaching out to slide a hand along Enjolras’ arm. “Enjolras, may I kiss you?”
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He nodded his head. “Yes, of course,” he said. He knew Combeferre, so he let the other man take the lead on this, not wanting to push too hard with him. He was different to Courfeyrac.
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Combeferre smiled and leaned in. His kiss was full of affection, full of friendship. They had been so close for so long, this felt natural for tonight. He slid his hand back into Enjolras’ hair.
“Oh, God.” Courfeyrac tugged Combeferre’s waistcoat off. “Grantaire, hel- Oh.” Grantaire was shirtless now, and it was all getting very distracting. As much as he knew he was more experienced than Combeferre and Enjolras, this was entirely new to him.
Grantaire grinned, reaching out not to Combeferre’s waistcoat but Courfeyrac’s own. “Glad to, Courfeyrac.”
He grinned. “About time.” He waggled his eyebrows, and Grantaire chuckled.
“Well, things have changed. Taking you to bed seems like a much better idea now than it did back then.” He leaned in to kiss Courfeyrac.
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Enjolras returned the kiss with passion and hunger and moved to slid a hand through his hair, also.
Enjolras broke the kiss at their words and looked between them. “Wait…. you’ve talked about this before?” he asked. “Well, not exactly this.”
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Courfeyrac pulled away, giving Grantaire a slightly sheepish look.
Grantaire slid a hand through his hair. “Yes … he … well, he offered his company. I mean, he was my type.” He gestured wordlessly to Courfeyrac’s hair. “But even I knew trying to forget you with your best friend who looks as if he could be your brother would be a very bad idea. So I turned him down.”
Courfeyrac shrugged. “I didn’t know he felt that way then. Or that you felt that way at all.”
Combeferre shook his head. “I am surprised we have any friends you have not propositioned, Courfeyrac.”
Courfeyrac gave him a shocked look. “I have never propositioned you, Combeferre.”
Combeferre raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly. “Yes, I was almost offended.”
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Enjolras shook his head slightly. Sometimes the depth of Grantaire’ feelings and everything he had endured still blew him away. He had waited for so long, without any hope at all that he would ever return his feelings. He reached out for him and tugged him close, hands trailing over his chest and he kissed him fiercely. He considered himself a lucky man to have Grantaire’ love. He knew he would never be so loved by another. And he didn’t need to be. He had Grantaire. That was all that mattered. His hands moved down to grip his hips, as was usual and he rubbed against him slightly, groaning hotly as he did.
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Grantaire smiled against his lips, kissing him back and holding him close. That was over now, they were together and they would always be. He grinned, pulling his hips back and reaching between them to press his heel to the front of his husband’s trousers. The others were most likely watching. He would give them a show.
They were, and Courfeyrac grinned widely, exchanging a fond look with Combeferre. He cleared his throat.
“Apologies, my friend. Will you take me to bed tonight?” he asked with a smirk.
Combeferre nodded. “Gladly.” He slid his arm around Courfeyrac’s waist. “But let us watch Enjolras and Grantaire a little longer.”
Courfeyrac nodded eagerly, turning his eyes back to them.
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Enjolras groaned and bucked against Grantaire’ hand eagerly. He enjoyed the pleasures his husband gave him, so much.
He broke the kiss after a long moment, panting, his cheek resting against Grantaire’ chin for a moment. “Would you like to see me press my husband in the mattress, as he enjoys so much?” he asked, eyes flickering to the other men for a moment before he moved his head so he could look at Grantaire intently.
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Courfeyrac moaned softly. “Oh, I bet he enjoys it. Yes, I would like to see. Very much. Show me.”
Grantaire nodded. “I obviously vote for that.”
Comebeferre tilted his head, looking at Courfeyrac and then back to Enjolras. “It does sound very enjoyable. I do have a suggestion to modify the plan, though. I move that you take Courfeyrac first, but slower. He gets very impatient, and I think he should enjoy it.” He smirked. “But of course, save your energy so that when you bring Courfeyrac to his release you can take your husband as he likes to be taken.”
The sound that escaped Courfeyrac’s lips was hardly legible. Hearing Combeferre speak like that - and Enjolras too - his most serious friends, being utterly depraved, and discussing how they would take him apart. “Seconded. Oh, please, seconded.”
Grantaire exhaled. “Aye. Fuck, Combeferre… that is genius.”
Combeferre smirked slightly. “Enjolras?”
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Enjolras nodded his head eagerly. “Yes, yes. Motion carried,” he said, moving toward Courfeyrac and his hands started to work on getting him undressed. He was incredibly aroused by now and he needed to get Courfeyrac ready.
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Grantaire shook his head, still amused by the voting. If democracy got them in the mood, though, he wasn’t about to argue. It was more than democracy that had Enjolras as hard as he was, and a glance at Courfeyrac’s breeches made him suspect the same. Combeferre had taken a seat at the edge of the bed and was settling down to watch them. He was aroused, too, judging by the way he shifted on the bed.
Courfeyrac tugged his shirt off as Enjolras stripped him from the waist down. When he was free, he moved his hands to strip Enjolras of his trousers, but he swore under his breath at the unfamiliar fastenings.
“Like this,” Grantaire murmured, reaching forward to draw down the zip, his fingers brushing against Enjolras’ cock as he did.
Courfeyrac moaned and tugged the rough fabric over Enjolras’ hips, followed by his drawers. He wasn’t wearing any, useless extra layers, he just wanted Enjolras to be naked. He was as impatient as Combeferre had implied.
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Enjolras couldn’t help the way he bucked and groaned even at the slightest brush of Grantaire’ fingers against his cock. He stepped out of the jeans he was wearing, and the boxers and kicked them aside. Once they were both naked he moved Courfeyrac toward the bed and pushed him back on it, crawling on top of him. He placed his hands on the other mans chest and kissed him deeply, tongue plunging into his mouth. He reached blindly for the lube on the nightstand with one hand, the other moving to Courfeyrac’ shoulder.
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Combeferre turned to face them, watching intently. Grantaire stared in stunned amazement as Enjolras pushed Courfeyrac down.
He hurried to the side of the bed and grabbed the lube, taking Enjolras’ hand. “Here, Apollo.” He squeezed some out for him, then settled beside them.
“Slow, Enjolras, remember,” Combeferre said softly. Grantaire shuddered slightly - there was so much authority even in that tone. He’d forgotten Combeferre was almost as bossy as Enjolras.
Courfeyrac’s brow furrowed. “No, no, it’s fine.” He reached for Enjolras’ cock, licking his lips as he wrapped his fingers around him.
“Shh,” Combeferre said, and Courfeyrac shuddered at the sound.
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Enjolras glanced at Grantaire as the other man squeezed some of the lube onto his fingers and then turned his attention back to Courfeyrac. He moved his fingers to his entrance and rubbed some on before he pressed the tip of his finger inside him.
He groaned hotly at the feel of Courfeyrac’s fingers on his cock. Oh, that felt so good. And Grantaire lying beside them was distracting him too.
-- Grantaire leaned in to kiss Enjolras’ neck, his eyes drawn to his hand, watching how he touched Courfeyrac. Courfeyrac writhed, his free hand gripping the sheets.
“Oh, Grantaire, you are a lucky man.”
Grantaire grinned. “I know.” He kissed Enjolras’ shoulder tenderly. “And he hasn’t even started.”
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He moaned at the feel of his husbands lips on his neck. It was nice to have him close and feel his lips on his flesh as he did this. It soothed him. He slowly started to work his finger inside Courfeyrac, looking at his husband with a mixture of lust and adoration.
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Grantaire pressed his nose against Enjolras’ shoulder, glancing up at him with a smile. “You are so gorgeous, Apollo. And so talented. Isn’t he, Courfeyrac?”
Courfeyrac whimpered. “Yes, dear Lord.” He squirmed on the bed.
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Enjolras slowly added a second finger and started to work them in and out of Courfeyrac, but his eyes drifted back to his husband and he smiled in return. While being with Courfeyrac so fair was nice, he’d never want or love another like he did Grantaire. The man held a power over him that could never be matched.
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Courfeyrac moaned, wriggling against Enjolras’ fingers. He was very good. He must have had plenty of practice, considering Grantaire would have been his first lover. His fingers moved expertly, opening him slowly but efficiently.
“Enjolras.” Courfeyrac’s voice was almost a whine, and he moaned when he looked up to see the way he was staring at his husband. That made it even better. He looked to the side, where Combeferre was as interested in watching them as he was.
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He looked down at Courfeyrac. “Think you are ready?” he asked. He was feeling rather impatient now for more, but he wanted to make sure that the other man was ready, also. It was different with Grantaire. He knew when he was ready for more at this stage.
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Courfeyrac nodded. “Yes, I am. Very much ready. Please, Enjolras.”
Grantaire let out a huff of breath against Enjolras’ skin. He was so aroused, this was incredible. He glanced at Combeferre, and noticed the other man had a hand pressed to the front of his breeches.
“Are we voting on this?” Grantaire asked.
Combeferre smiled, meeting his eyes. “I think we are all in favour.” He ran his eyes over Grantaire. “And we are overdressed. Come to this side, Grantaire.”
Grantaire nodded, kissing Enjolras’ shoulder before he moved around. He had his trousers around his ankles by the time he reached the other side, and reached out to squeeze Enjolras’ ass before climbing onto the bed beside him.
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Enjolras slowly removed his fingers and reached for the lube again. He poured some onto his fingers and rubbed it along his cock before he moved himself into position. He placed his hands on Courfeyrac’s shoulders and slowly pushed himself inside the other man.
He grunted, both from the feeling of being inside the other man and feeling Grantaire squeeze his ass. He couldn’t help but grin. Grantaire certainly enjoyed doing that.
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Grantaire shrugged as he reached for Combeferre’s breeches. “It is difficult to resist. Look, it is magnificent.”
Combeferre smiled. “Yes, Enjolras is beautiful. He is not the only one.” He glanced to the others, watching Combeferre grip the sheets in an attempt to stay still as he adjusted to the feeling of Enjolras inside him. He looked back to Grantaire, lifting his hips to allow him to pull down his breeches.
Grantaire shook his head, running his eyes over Combeferre. He leaned back, sliding a hand up Enjolras’ back. “No he isn’t.” Though nothing would ever compare to Enjolras naked. He was radiant, as always.
Courfeyrac gave a shudder, relaxing completely around Enjolras as he gazed at Combeferre and Grantaire. “God. No, all of you- look at you all.”
--
Enjolras was enjoying the continued contact with his husband. It was nice to feel, and know, that Grantaire, quite literally, still couldn’t keep his hands off him.
He started to move inside Courfeyrac, slowly at first, a hand sliding down to wrap about his fingers around his cock and he stroked him firmly.
--
Courfeyrac moaned, his head snapping back. God, Grantaire was lucky and a very, very good teacher. Enjolras was wonderful, so wonderful. He smiled up at his friend, reaching out to touch his shoulder.
“Thank you.” He pulled him down for an affectionate kiss.
Combeferre smiled fondly, his hand sliding down his stomach. He hesitates. “Grantaire, can I touch you?”
Grantaire bites his lip. “Yes, of course. Can I…”
Combeferre nodded, and he shifted to sit beside Grantaire. He curled his fingers around his friends’ cock, moaning as Grantaire reached out to do the same. Grantaire pressed a kiss to Enjolras’ shoulder as he did, not moving far away.
--
Enjolras kissed Courfeyrac back fiercely. It was his way. He was only ever soft with Grantaire and only on very rare occasions. He was usually always too worked up to hold back. He started to move deeper inside Courfeyrac, hitting his prostate as he did, spurred on from hearing the sound of his husbands voice close by. He groaned deeply into Courfeyrac’s mouth. He squeezed his cock and his thumb brushed over the tip.
--
Of course Enjolras was fierce, of course his passion extended to this. Courfeyrac loved every second of it. He was as powerful like this as he was giving a speech. He wanted so much more, he wanted to make the most of every second of this. He reached out to touch Enjolras’ chest.
“Wait, a moment.” He shifted back enough to make Enjolras slip out of him, which was not pleasant. But it wasn’t for long. He wriggled, shifting to bring his legs up to his chest. “Let me hook one over your shoulder.” He crooked his leg and gave Enjolras a questioning look.
Grantaire groaned as he looked back. Courfeyrac looked depraved like that. Combeferre’s grip on his cock tightened as he took in the sight.
--
Enjolras let out an impatient growl when he slipped out of the other man. He was as insatiable as Grantaire had said he was. And he had always been impatient. He nodded and moved fast so that Courfeyrac could hook one of his legs over his shoulder.
--
Courfeyrac shifted closer to him, reaching awkwardly down to guide Enjolras into position again. He hugged his other knee to his chest so Enjolras could go deeper, then gave a hungry sound. “Now, now.”
--
Enjolras pushed himself fully back inside the other man, his hand sneaking around to grip Courfeyrac’s cock again, stroking him more firmly and moving inside him faster and harder than before.
--
Courfeyrac’s cry of pleasure was almost strangled. The angle was so much deeper, he was so much fuller, and Enjolras was moving even faster.
Combeferre licked his lips as he watched them. “Beautiful,” he murmured. “Enjolras, would you like me to prepare your husband for you?”
Grantaire whimpered to his side, his free hand already scrambling to find the lube.
--
Enjolras groaned loudly as he pressed deeper inside Courfeyrac, stroking him faster too.
He looked over at the other men. “Yes, yes I would,” he said, voice strained as he spoke. He would have to make sure that he held back so that he would be able to take his husband too.
--
Grantaire pressed the lube into Combeferre’s hand before stretching out on the bed beside Courfeyrac. He grinned up at Enjolras as Combeferre settled between his legs. He was sliding his fingers together, testing the texture of the lube, but soon reached between his legs. Grantaire hissed at the first contact, still looking straight at Enjolras.
--
Enjolras’ eyes immediately were drawn to his husband when he lay beside Courfeyrac on the bed and he grinned back at the man, as he continued to move inside Courfeyrac, flicking his wrist over his cock. He squeezed the other man when Grantaire hissed.
--
Combeferre stretched Grantaire slowly but efficiently, watching Enjolras and Courfeyrac to match the pace. He smiled at Courfeyrac, who gave a sound almost like a laugh as he shuddered under Enjolras. They looked beautiful, both so fair and lithe and moving together so smoothly.
He eased a second finger inside Grantaire, pleased by the moan he gave in response. He worked slowly, even though Combeferre assumed from the way they had kissed and spoke that Grantaire liked it rough. He would leave that for Enjolras.
--
He increased his pace and the pace of his hand just slightly when he heard his husband moan, wanting to bring Courfeyrac to his release soon so that he could take Grantaire hard and find his husbands, and his own release. He needed that soon.
--
Courfeyrac was close, so close. His legs were starting to ache and he’d feel it the next morning, but he loved it.
“Enjolras!” His gasp was part warning, part exclamation. He came almost immediately after, his hands reaching blindly to grab onto something as the pleasure rushed through him.
He had grabbed Combeferre’s arm, and Combeferre shifted, sitting back on his knees to free up his hand so he could take Courfeyrac’s, squeezing it as his friend shuddered under Enjolras. He looked incredible.
Grantaire whimpered, his entire body crying out for that, to have Enjolras. He knew it would be soon, thank god.
--
Enjolras slowly his hand, riding out the other mans orgasm and then he managed to still and slowly pull out of Courfeyrac. “My husband, are you ready for me?” he asked, the utter need he had for release soon clear in his voice. He would hold back as long as he could to give Grantaire as much of him as he possibly could.
--
Grantaire nodded. “Always.”
Combeferre pulled away, smiling at Enjolras as he did. His hand ghosted over his friends’ back.
“All yours, Enjolras.” He pressed a kiss to Enjolras’ cheek as he moved to Courfeyrac’s side. He hadn’t moved since his legs fell to the bed, and was lying with a smile on his face and his eyes closed. Combeferre curled into his side with a smile.
--
Enjolras shivered slightly at the feel of Combeferre’ hand on his back. He moved on top of Grantaire and pushed him back on the bed, kissing him fiercely, lining himself to his entrance and he pushed himself inside him in a swift movement. “Oh, fuck, Grantaire,” he cried out, starting to move instantly, hard and rough.
--
Grantaire moaned, arching up to press against him, knowing Enjolras would press harder down. It was so sudden, so perfect, just what he needed.
Courfeyrac’s eyes shot open at the sound of Enjolras swearing, and he moaned. “Oh, god.”
Combeferre nodded. “He wasn’t exaggerating.” Enjolras was being very forceful, and his husband seemed to be loving every second of it.
--
He pushed Grantaire down again and growled as he moved harder, deeper and faster, his hand moving to grip Grantaire’ cock tightly and he stroked him firmly, his free hand bracing on his husbands shoulder. He didn’t possess the ability to take in what the other men were saying anymore. He just needed Grantaire, and he knew that the other man needed this too.
--
Grantaire couldn’t last long, he knew it. He was so close already, so keyed up, and Enjolras was so desperate, so forceful. He moaned, his hands digging into Enjolras’ hips as he bucked up against him. “Enjolras.”
Combeferre pressed against Courfeyrac, still hard. He rocked against him a little, and Courfeyrac gave a soft noise of pleasure. Combeferre moved gently, worked up but capable of being patient, for now. They watched as Enjolras and Grantaire bucked against each other, the bed shaking as they moved.
Grantaire cried out Enjolras’ name as he came, his neck snapping back as his nails dug into his husband’s skin.
--
He let out a strangled cry as he grew closer to the edge. He thrust inside the other man a few times after his husband had come and then he cried out Grantaire’ name loudly, arching his neck and his eyes slid shut as he came hard inside him. He slowly pulled out of Grantaire and flopped down against his chest, head resting over his heart, panting hard, his breath tickling Grantaire’ side.
--
It was almost as if Courfeyrac experienced their climax with them. He found himself exhaling as they slumped forward, and he smiled and shifted forward, tugging Combeferre with him as he draped an arm over Enjolras. He nuzzled close, his nose finding Enjolras’ damp curls.
Grantaire gave a soft sigh and lifted his arm, stroking someone’s arm. Or leg. He wasn’t sure. It was just nice, lying like this.
Combeferre smiled, going along with it. He could be patient, still. And they looked well like this, sated and sleepy. He reached out to let his hand rest on Enjolras’ back.
--
Enjolras lay there for a few moments, happy and sated and feeling amazing. He considered Combeferre for a moment and furrowed his brow. ‘My friend, has nobody touched you?” he asked, not able to look directly at the man in his current position and not wanting to disturb Courfeyrac either. That seemed rather unfair to him. He hadn’t meant to exclude the other man, he had just been so focused on the others.
--
Courfeyrac moved suddenly, sitting bolt upright. “We haven’t! Combeferre, I’m sorry, come here.”
Combeferre chuckled, shaking his head. “I am fine. Truly, Enjolras. Grantaire did touch me, as it happens, but I wanted to wait my turn.”
Grantaire still felt groggy, but he nodded. “Patient Combeferre. Very patient. He has a plan, I think.”
He slid a hand along Courfeyrac’s arm. “I want to have you too, if you will let me. And you are able to, of course.”
Courfeyrac nodded. “Yes. Of course. Seconded. Definitely seconded.” He leaned in to kiss him, starting to feel more alert already.
--
Enjolras smiled at that, happy to stay where he was for now. The other two men could enjoy each other. He snuggled against Grantaire and kissed his stomach. “I’m not hurting you, am I?” he asked, wanting to make sure that Grantaire was comfortable. He could move, if needs be.
--
Grantaire shook his head, sliding a hand through Enjolras’ hair. “Not at all.” He glanced to the side, watching as Combeferre wrapped his arms around Courfeyrac and pulled him close, kissing him slowly.
Courfeyrac let Combeferre lead - he would move at his pace, he was almost recovered but the longer they left it the better it would be for Combeferre. And he wanted it to be good for Combeferre. It had been his idea to do what they’d just done, after all.
“Does your plan go any further?” he murmured against Combeferre’s lips.
Combeferre nodded. “I thought - Grantaire, would you let me have you?” He looked to Grantaire first, of course, but though Grantaire nodded slightly, he turned to Enjolras almost immediately, checking.
--
Enjolras smiled. “Good,” he said, enjoying the feeling of Grantaire’ fingers in his hair.
He nodded his head at Grantaire. He knew that Grantaire would not be swayed from him, and he wanted his husband to enjoy himself, also. “Perhaps I can prepare him for you, as you did for me,” he said, moving his head back enough to start kissing along Grantaire’ chest. “Also, if you don’t mind, I might use my mouth on my husband as you take him.”
--
Grantaire groaned. “Oh, fuck. Yes. This was a great idea. Second best, ever.” He kissed Enjolras’ cheek before glancing to the side.
Combeferre smiled. “That sounds wonderful. After, though… will you have me, Enjolras? Take me as you have the others.”
Courfeyrac groaned and rocked his hips against Combeferre. “You are both filthy. The quietest, the most serious, you are… depraved. I am so happy to know this.”
--
He nodded his head. “Yes, of course my friend,” he said. “I believe in equality, after all,” he said, grinning.
He chuckled at Courfeyrac. “Well, you can thank Grantaire for bringing out this side of me,” he said.
--
Grantaire laughed. “A leader must not show favouritism between his lieutenants.”
Combeferre smiled, wrapping his fingers around Courfeyrac’s cock. “Then I will have Courfeyrac, then Grantaire - with your help - and then you will have me.”
Courfeyrac moaned. “Combeferre hasn’t offerred an excuse.”
Combeferre smirked. “Perhaps I do not have one. Perhaps I have always been this depraved.”
Courfeyrac shuddered under his touch, giving a sound almost like a whimper.
--
Enjolras laughed in return. “Of course. There should be no favoritism between my lieutenants,” he said. He leaned in toward Grantaire to whisper in his ear. “You will always be my favorite person, my husband,” he said, low enough that only Grantaire would hear him.
He chuckled at the other men. “That is true. He is quiet. Maybe he kept his thoughts to himself.”
--
Grantaire shuddered. “Yes. I am not one of your lieutenants so you may show me plenty of favouritism.” He turned his head, kissing Enjolras just below his ear.
Combeferre shifted, leaning over Enjolras to find the bottle Grantaire had handed him early. He wouldn’t need much, most likely Courfeyrac was still ready after Enjolras. He felt a spike of arousal at the thought, and hurriedly reached between Courfeyrac’s legs to prepare him.
--
He moved his head so he could kiss Grantaire properly. There was no question of who his favorite was. It was a huge change to how things had once been, but out of the three men currently with him in the room, Grantaire was the one he cherished most.
As he kissed him, a hand started to trail down his stomach and he lightly wrapped his fingers around his cock. He would be sure that Grantaire was ready for Combeferre.
--
As Grantaire responded to the kiss, moaning at his touch and beginning to harden again slowly, Courfeyrac was writhing over Combeferre.
He didn’t need much preparation, so soon after Enjolras had taken him, so before long Combeferre held out the bottle to him. “Prepare me, Courfeyrac.” Courfeyrac whimpered and moved frantically to slick up Combeferre’s cock. “Do you want to climb over me, or should we move?”
Courfeyrac straddled his hips. “We can start - I might not have the energy for this.”
Combeferre laughed, his breath hitching as he guided Courfeyrac into position. If there was one thing Courfeyrac had plenty of, it was energy. He pushed up into him as he guided Courfeyrac down, staring up at the way Courfeyrac’s eyes rolled back in his head.
--
Enjolras continued to kiss his husband, enjoying this moment with just him and Grantaire. Yes, he had enjoyed Courfeyrac and he was certain he would enjoy Combeferre but he still preferred the feel of Grantaire. Oddly, in the bedroom they complimented each other and were well honed on what each other liked. He continued to lazily stroke him, not wanting to get him too worked up before he could taste him as Combeferre took him.
--
The way Courfeyrac shifted over Combeferre may well be obscene. Combeferre could see every slight shift in his expression, every reaction. He snapped his hips up sharply, not too rough but focused. His hands gripped Courfeyrac’s hips, holding him in place. Courfeyrac was very vocal, too, giving whimpers and soft keening noises with every thrust.
Combeferre moved one hand to reach for Courfeyrac’s cock, squeezing firmly.
It wasn’t until Grantaire pulled back to breathe that he remembered there were others in their beds. Even then it took the rocking of the mattress and Courfeyrac’s noises to bring his attention to them. He turned to look at them, his hand trailing down Enjolras’ back to run over his arse as he did. This night kept getting better and better.
--
Enjolras was starting to harden against himself, just a little, his cock pressed against Grantaire's thigh. He looked over at the other two men and smiled. "Beautiful," he murmured. He clenched his arse slightly at the feel of his husbands fingers. His thumb brushed over the tip of Grantaire's cock.
--
Grantaire nodded, already almost fully hard in Enjolras’ hand. His movement with his thumb had him there, fully hard again. The edge had been taken off, so it was just nice to feel this, Enjolras’ weight over him and his hand stroking him slowly. He wriggled, sliding a hand between them to touch Enjolras’ cock.
“Yes. There is a lot of that going around tonight.” Courfeyrac and Combeferre were beautiful, so was Enjolras, and it was almost overwhelming.
Courfeyrac wriggled, shifting over Combeferre desperately. Combeferre smirked. “Plenty of energy, I see. Careful, or you’ll finish me too soon.” He moved his hand to Courfeyrac’s hip again to steady him. “I’m sorry, Courfeyrac, you’ll have to touch yourself.”
Courfeyrac’s eyes flew open and he stared down at Combeferre, who looked amused and happy. He groaned. “Filthy. Utterly depraved, Combeferre, I swear-”
“Touch yourself, Courfeyrac.” His fingers dug into Courfeyrac’s hips and the other man gave a whimper and wrapped his fingers around himself.
--
Enjolras's eyes snapped back to Grantaire as his fingers touched him and he let out a low and throaty groan. He chuckled at Combeferre's words and the movement caused the hand on Grantaire's cock to shake just a little.
"I cannot wait to wrap my mouth around you," he said, voice hot. "You do taste so good."
--
Courfeyrac stroked himself quickly, not wanting to take this slow. He didn’t think Combeferre did either - he had to hold out enough to take Grantaire and then be with Enjolras. Besides, if he wanted him to go slow he would tell him. In the most arousing way possible, most likely.
Grantaire gave a low moan. “Fuck, Enjolras.”
Courfeyrac gave a strangled gasp, because Enjolras too. “No, both of you, it’s too much I’m going to -” He came before he could finish the sentence, crying out as he spilled all over Combeferre’s stomach and chest.
--
Enjolras kept his eyes on Grantaire and reached his hand out for the bottle of lube. He poured some onto his fingers and moved them toward his husbands entrance. He knew that Grantaire wouldn’t need much preparation. He had taken him himself not too long ago. He slowly worked one of his fingers inside the man, his eyes fixed firmly on his, all the passion and intensity he normally displayed for his cause firmly fixed on Grantaire once more and he quickly added a second finger, slowly working them both in and out of his husband.
--
Combeferre bit his lip, his fingers gripping Courfeyrac’s hips hard as the other man came. The force of his orgasm left him surprised - his chest was streaked up to his chin with Courfeyrac’s seed, and he had to try very hard to keep himself under control.
Courfeyrac slumped forward, and Combeferre pulled out of him gently, holding him close as he tried to calm his breathing. He glanced to the side, watching Enjolras prepare Grantaire.
“Do you need a moment?” Grantaire asked with a smirk, writhing into Enjolras’ hand. He could do with one himself - Enjolras was so focused again, so intense, and it was always overwhelming.
Combeferre nodded. “A short one, yes.” He smiled at Enjolras.
--
Enjolras barely registered what Combeferre said, his focus so entirely on Grantaire right now as he worked his fingers in and out of the other man. He lowered his head to press hot kisses along Grantaire’ chest. He would wait until he was asked to stop before he would remove his fingers. He added a third finger slowly and stalled to allow Grantaire to adjust.
--
Grantaire moaned, writhing under Enjolras’ hands, under his focus. “Take all the time you need,” he gasped. “Enjolras, fuck.”
Combeferre watched for a moment, mesmerised by the way Enjolras touched his husband. It was something, to see his focus directed at Grantaire. If he was lucky enough to get even half of that, he knew it would be incredible.
He nudged Courfeyrac gently and the other man shifted away, mumbling softly.
Combeferre touched Enjolras’ shoulder. “Enjolras? Shall we continue with the plan? If both of you would rather continue as you are, of course I understand.”
--
Enjolras glanced at Combeferre at his question. “We can continue as planned,” he said, slowly easing his fingers out of Grantaire. He pressed a kiss to his lips before he moved off the bed. There wouldn’t be enough room for him this side. He would let Combeferre get into position first but he did move to the end of the bed, ready to crawl on when Combeferre was ready.
--
Combeferre glanced at Grantaire, who was grinning invitingly at him. “This may require some planning.”
Courfeyrac laughed. “Yes. Perhaps - R, would you object to going on all fours?”
Grantaire groaned. “Not in the least. And then Enjolras can … crawl under?” he asked, lifting himself up and rolling into his front.
Courfeyrac nodded. “I think so. Enjolras, what do you think?”
--
Enjolras nodded his head. “Yes, that sounds like a good idea,” he said. He moved so that he could crawl under Grantaire, sliding down the bed enough so that he would line up easier with Grantaire’s cock. He wriggled in anticipation. He had meant what he said. He couldn’t wait to taste Grantaire.
--
Grantaire grinned down, watching Enjolras shift into place. He bit his lip as he felt Combeferre move behind him. He heard Combeferre squeezing some lube out and then he was holding his hip and pressing into him. Grantaire gasped. It felt… different. It had been so long since someone but Enjolras had done this to him. It was good, even if it didn’t feel quite right.
Combeferre took a deep breath, his hands steadying Grantaire’s hips. “Ready?” Grantaire nodded, and Combeferre started to move, slow thrusts at first but quickly building up a rhythm.
--
Enjolras moved his hands to grip Grantaire’ hips too, fingers running over Combeferre’s, his grip tighter than the other mans. He moved to slowly run his tongue along the length of Grantaire’s cock before taking him fully into his mouth and sucking eagerly. He groaned around him, enjoying the taste.
--
Grantaire can feel both of their hands on him, and even before Enjolras takes him in his mouth he was groaning. This is going to be embarrassing, he’s not going to last long at all. He can’t possibly be expected to. It’s so overwhelming.
He lets his head hang forward as he tries to remember how to breathe, but that gives him an amazing view of Enjolras’ cock, close enough to - yes. He leans forward, sliding his tongue along Enjolras’ length.