“Mmmm, yes, you should. I would definitely enjoy that,” he said. “God, Grantaire,” he said. “Tell me more.”
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Grantaire grinned, biting Enjolras’ neck lightly. “You taste fucking amazing.” He licked his neck. “All of you, actually. You taste amazing and you’re - god, you’re so beautiful. I used to think you were a Greek statue come to life, but I know now that’s not true. You have a much better cock than any of their statues.”
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He groaned loudly when Grantaire bit his neck. He was becoming aroused again and they urge to press Grantaire down as he took him hard was rising. But he didn't move just yet. "Tell me more."
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“About your cock?” Grantaire smirked. “I fucking love everything about your cock, you know that. It’s so beautiful. I want to paint it, but I could never do it justice. It’s perfect. Fits so perfectly in my hand and in my mouth and - fuck, Enjolras, nothing has ever felt so good inside me. Nothing.”
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That did it. He couldn't hold back any longer. He moved so that he was straddling Grantaire and his hands pressed down on his chest, before he lowered his head and pressed a fierce kiss to Grantaire's lips, plunging his tongue into the other man’s mouth and pressing down against him.
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Grantaire grinned as Enjolras climbed over him, pressing up against him as he returned the kiss eagerly. He was proud of having discovered a new hangover cure, but mostly distracted by the feeling of Enjolras on top of him. He rocked up hungrily, breaking the kiss to gasp for air.
“It’s like I was made to take you.” His hand slid down, wrapping around Enjolras’ cock and squeezing him firmly. “Fuck me, Enjolras. Let me feel this gorgeous cock inside me.”
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“Even though you’re older than me?” he asked, with a grin that disappeared when he felt Grantaire wrap his fingers around him and squeeze him firmly.
Oh, he fully intended to take Grantaire. He looked down at the boxers he was wearing and was too impatient to deal with moving back to take them off so he grabbed the hem in his hands and ripped them off him. He reached over for the lube and quickly poured some on his fingers, moving to Grantaire’s entrance and pushing a finger inside him.
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Grantaire laughed. “Yes. I was born this way in anticipation of your cock.”
He groaned when Enjolras tore off his boxers. “Fuck.” He gasped when Enjolras pushed a finger into him, writhing on the bed. “Yes, yes, fuck. More, I need more.”
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“Well, it does fit perfectly, so I wouldn’t doubt that, at all,” he said.
He added a second finger and worked both of them in and out of Grantaire. He wanted to be inside him, he wanted to give Grantaire what he wanted, but he wanted to make sure he was ready for him, too.
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Grantaire reached for the lube, quickly slicking up Enjolras’ cock, almost whining with desperation.
“Now, please, just - fuck, Enjolras, I need your cock now. Please.”
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Enjolras removed his fingers and moved himself into position. He pushed himself roughly into the other man, crying out loudly as he did. “Fuck, yes, we were born for each other, Grantaire. We fit perfectly like this.”
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Grantaire gave a strangled moan, shuddering underneath him.
“So perfect. Your perfect, gorgeous cock.” He shuddered again, writhing. “Enjolras, fuck.”
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He moved inside Grantaire, hard and rough, movements desperate. He just needed to claim Grantaire. Take him as deep as he could. He movement a hand down to wrap his fingers around Grantaire’s cock and he stroked him firmly.
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Grantaire couldn’t think, could barely breathe. Enjolras was over him, inside him, touching him. It was overwhelming in the best way, he couldn’t get enough. He would never get enough. He moaned, occasionally crying out Enjolras’ name.