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They went to Enjolras' apartment, though it took longer than usual for them to climb the stairs since they stopped every other minute to make out against the wall. Their faces were flushed as they passionately kissed and bit each other's lips and necks, leaving marks above flustered, warm skin as if to make up for the desperation that the last month apart had been. Grantaire was Enjolras' and Enjolras was Grantaire's, and that was all they could care about on that moment.
Opening the door of his own apartment while Grantaire bit at his collarbone was one of the most difficult tasks Enjolras had ever faced, but after two hickeys and another making out session he finally made it, kicking his shoes off and dropping his jacket on the middle of the floor without a second thought. He could pick those up later, all that mattered right now was Grantaire, Grantaire who was back and there and who had forgiven him, Grantaire who had suffered so much because of Enjolras' mistake but who had forgiven him anyway, Grantaire who deserved all the good things this world could offer him and that Enjolras could offer him and Grantaire who deserved to be finally happy.
Enjolras couldn’t wait any longer. Grantaire had forgiven, but he still had to make up for him. He would make him feel good about himself. He would make him happy.
He pulled Grantaire by the collar of his shirt and gave him a lip-bruising kiss, staring at each other for a few fractions of a second after they parted until Enjolras caught Grantaire's hand and pulled him to his bedroom.
It was Grantaire's turn to kick his shoes off, removing his shirt with way less insecurity than he used to have before all this. Enjolras allowed his fingertips to trace across Grantaire's abdomen, looking at it with eager eyes. Grantaire shivered beneath his touch, watching as Enjolras watched him.
"I missed you so much", Enjolras whispered, looking up at Grantaire and gluing their bodies together. Grantaire kissed the corners of Enjolras' mouth and nibbled at the tip of Enjolras' earlobe before whispering on his ear with the husky tone that the leader had missed:
"I missed you too".
Shivers ran down Enjolras' spine and he closed his eyes, enjoying the pleasant sensations that ran down his body all the way to his crotch as Grantaire licked and bit at his neck in the way that he knew drove Enjolras crazy. It seemed that all the pain they endured and the time they spent apart wasn’t enough to make Grantaire's habits disappear.
Enjolras' hands reached down to undo Grantaire's pants, and only when he opened the button and the fabric instantly slid down all the way down to his knees was when Enjolras realized how thinner Grantaire was. A twitch of guilt made his chest ache, and he looked up at his boyfriend with sad eyes.
"What?" Grantaire frowned, lips bruised from kissing and pupils blown wide.
"You're thinner", Enjolras said, letting his hands rest on each side of Grantaire's hips.
"Well, yes", Grantaire rolled his eyes and smirked, and Enjolras' heart beat twice as fast as he remembered all the times Grantaire had done that on the past, how he hadn't changed even after all he went through on the past month. Enjolras smiled and removed his own shirt, allowing Grantaire to step out of his own pants as he removed his. In no time they were both standing on their boxers, staring at each other with lust-filled eyes. Enjolras bit his lower lip as he watched the way Grantaire's Adam's apple moved when he swallowed dry.
He pulled Grantaire into another passionate kiss before gently pushing him to the bed until he was lying down. Grantaire lifted his hands as if to push Enjolras into position, but Enjolras held them, placing a soft kiss on each palm before pushing them back down against the matress. Grantaire stared in confusion, and Enjolras spread his legs with careful hands.
During the time they had been together, it was always Grantaire who sucked Enjolras off, and always Enjolras who rode Grantaire. Even if he wanted to, Enjolras had never given Grantaire a blowjob – he never had the opportunity; Grantaire was always quicker than him and the things he did with his mouth and tongue left Enjolras too exhausted to even try to get on his wobbling knees. But now, his only and sole purpose was to make Grantaire feel good.
Enjolras lied on the bed between Grantaire's legs, face resting right above his crotch. He placed a sloppy kiss on his growing erection through the fabric of the boxers, rejoicing at the way Grantaire hissed from pleasure. But then there was a hand on his curls, caressing and tugging gently to call his attention. Enjolras looked up to see Grantaire staring at him with an unreadable look.
"You don’t have to do this", Grantaire said.
"I don’t", Enjolras nodded. "But I would like to. Unless you don’t want me to", he quickly added.
"Fuck", Grantaire scoffed, throwing his head back and leaving his neck exposed to Enjolras, who licked his own lips. "Hell knows how I want you to. But I don’t want you to do this just because you're guilty about the past month, Enj".
"That's not why I'm doing this", Enjolras said, placing another kiss on Grantaire's erection. "I'm doing this because I want to know how it feels to take your cock in my mouth".
Grantaire's erection twitched at this and Enjolras could feel Grantaire's breathing pattern grown more rapid.
"I love you", Enjolras said, allowing his fingers to gently trade across the sensitive skin of Grantaire's inner thighs before reaching the edge of his boxers. "And I want to make you feel good. You deserve to feel good".
"Enjolras", Grantaire whispered, staring at Enjolras through half-lidded eyes from where he was half-sitting, half-lying on the bed, propped up by Enjolras' pillows. Enjolras stared up from where he had his chin resting on Grantaire's thigh, mouth an inch away from the cynic's still hidden erection.
"Do you want this?" Enjolras asked, voice merely above a whisper.
"I just don’t want you to do this because you're feeling guilty", Grantaire explained in a firm voice. His fingers were caressing the nape of Enjolras' neck, face pleading him to understand.
"I've always wanted to do this", Enjolras told him, blinking up at Grantaire. He wasn’t aware of the innocent look that was on his face, contrasting with the fact that he had his face on someone else's crotch. "But I was too embarrassed to ask you if you wanted to", he swallowed dry. "We have been apart for too long. I'm no longer afraid. I want to do this. But only if you want me to".
Grantaire studied him for a long while, lips slightly parted in desire.
"Alright", Grantaire said, letting out a shaky breath.
"I love you", Enjolras repeated, propping himself up on his elbows so that he could reach to pull Grantaire's boxers off. "You believe me, don't you?"
Grantaire hesitated for a few seconds, head thrown back and leaning against the pillows, staring at the ceiling instead of Enjolras. Something inside Enjolras' chest tightened.
"I do", Grantaire finally responded. "I believe in you".
A shaky breath passed Enjolras's lips and he finally pulled Grantaire's boxers off, allowing his erection to bounce free. Grantaire was longer than Enjolras, and thicker too. It was amazing to feel the cynic inside him, but taking him in his mouth was something Enjolras had never experienced before. He wasn’t even sure how to do it, but all that mattered was giving Grantaire pleasure.
"You know", Enjolras said, a devious smirk on his rosy lips as he mimicked what Grantaire had said to him on their first time. "I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to be a little rough".
Grantaire looked down at him, astonishment lingering on his face for a few seconds before he remembered that he had told Enjolras those exact same words in the past. He allowed the fingers that were caressing Enjolras' neck to slide up until there was a handful of blonde curls beneath his fingers. He fisted them, with enough force to still Enjolras' head if he wanted to but not enough to hurt him. A smirk appeared on Grantaire's face and Enjolras licked his own lips teasingly before turning his whole attention to Grantaire's cock.
He started by allowing his tongue to curl around the head, earning another hiss from Grantaire. One of Enjolras hand was holding the shaft of Grantaire's cock while the other was supporting his weight on the bed. He made rhythmical movements with his hand as he licked Grantaire's glans, jerking him off as he teased the tip of his cock. Grantaire let out a little whimper, cock twitching, as he tried to contain himself. God, Enjolras was so hot. He looked so hot like this, lying on his belly, teasing Grantaire, giving him pleasure. Grantaire wanted nothing more than to fuck him, fill his tight ass until he was whimpering from pleasure and screaming Grantaire's name. Oh, how Grantaire had missed Enjolras' voice screaming his name.
How he had missed Enjolras.
Enjolras seemed to grow bored of teasing, and finally – to Grantaire's relief, he didn’t know how much longer he'd be able to take that – took Grantaire's cock into his mouth, or at least a good part of it. It was too big for Enjolras to take everything at once, even if he planned on doing that. He started with slow, rhythmic bobbing movements, alternating between sucking Grantaire's cock between the bobs and allowing his tongue to curl around the shaft as he managed to sink lower and lower towards the cynic's crotch. Enjolras shivered at the pleasant pressure of Grantaire's firm grip on his hair.
Grantaire's cock finally reached the back of Enjolras' throat, and Enjolras took in a deep breath. He had never deepthroated before – he had never sucked dick before -, but he could imagine what it would feel like, especially with Grantaire's length. He tried to relax his throat to allow Grantaire's cock to slide past it, but couldn’t help but to choke and make a noise that sent a blush of embarrassment to his face. Grantaire's grip on his hair soothed and he went back to caressing, reassuring Enjolras. He tried again, managing to take more of Grantaire's cock into his throat before chocking again. He pulled away from Grantaire's cock in one quick movement so he could catch his breath, and Grantaire allowed his thumb to caress Enjolras' cheekbone.
"You don't have to do this, Enj", he said, voice warm and comforting.
He doesn’t think I can do it, Enjolras thought. Something petty and arrogant rose inside Enjolras' chest. He would prove Grantaire was wrong, and he would give him so much pleasure he would end up seeing stars.
He looked up at Grantaire one last time, rosy tips resting against the head, before breathing in deeply and taking Grantaire into his mouth again. Grantaire let out a loud groan he couldn't contain, and Enjolras' own erection twitched inside his boxers. He began making bobbing movements again, putting as much saliva and tongue to work as he could, until he could feel the taste of Grantaire's precum.
His rhythm had grown fast in a way that made his jaw ache, and even when Grantaire's cock hit the back of his throat and made him choke again, Enjolras didn’t stop. He was aware of the sounds he was making, choking wet sounds that made Grantaire's hand tighten again on his curls and gently and slowly push him down to help him take his entire cock. Enjolras stopped the bobbing motions and allowed Grantaire to push his head all the way down, until Enjolras' nose was pressed against his crotch and his throat was stuffed with Grantaire.
They stayed in that position for a few moments, Enjolras breathing deeply through his nose and Grantaire's hand keeping him in place. Enjolras felt so good. He could stay like that forever.
And then Grantaire suddenly pulled him back up until his cock was no longer inside Enjolras' mouth, a streak of saliva and precum still connecting Enjolras' parted lips to Grantaire's cock. The mixture dripped from the rosy lips until it was hanging from Enjolras' chin, dripping on Grantaire's thigh. The cynic used his spare hand to brush it away from his lover's chin, smearing it across Enjolras' flushed cheek. The leader was staring at Grantaire with desire, breathing harshly through his parted lips and blushing. His head was tilted slightly back by Grantaire's grip on the back of it, hand still fisting a handful of hair, and Enjolras' eyelids were half-closed from lust and eagerness.
"You're so fucking beautiful", Grantaire whispered, and Enjolras moaned, literally moaned, from the praise. "You look godly like this. I should paint you", he allowed one of his fingers to slip past Enjolras' lips, and the man sucked on it eagerly. "You're the most beautiful man I have ever seen", another finger slipped past Enjolras' sucking lips, and then another. "You're amazing. You're beautiful. You're mine", he growled, and then he pulled his fingers away from Enjolras' mouth, making the leader whine in protest. "And I love you", Grantaire added, pushing Enjolras' face back against his cock, making him take all the length at once. Enjolras moaned with pleasure. He pulled Enjolras head all the way back again so he could look him in the eye. "More than everything", he shoved Enjolras' face all the way down and pulled it all the way back up. "More than anything", he repeated the action, pushing Enjolras down and up again. "And forever", he whispered finally, holding Enjolras' head in place instead of pushing him back down on his cock.
"Please", Enjolras moaned, licking his lips eagerly and sending Grantaire a begging look through half-lidded eyes. "Please", he repeated, voice merely above a whisper.
"Please what?" Grantaire asked, a teasing smirk on his face.
"Please let me suck you off", Enjolras said, eyelids fluttering close and breaths coming out in pants. "Please, come on my face".
Grantaire allowed his thumb to stroke Enjolras' cheek for a few more seconds before complying and pushing him back down on his cock, more slowly this time. Enjolras moaned and the sound vibrated through Grantaire's cock, and the cynic himself couldn’t suppress a moan. Grantaire was a loud man in bed, and as Enjolras sucked him off in a rapid rhythm, taking him all the way down his throat and then back up again, Grantaire couldn’t help but to moan and groan all the way through it.
The sounds Grantaire was making were driving Enjolras to the edge, a pleasant feeling of accomplishment filling his chest and making his own cock twitch painfully in his boxers. Every time Grantaire's cock filled his throat all the way Enjolras felt a shiver run down his spine, and he decided to try something. He stilled his head and stopped bobbing when Grantaire entered his throat entirely, making swallowing movements instead. As he swallowed, his throat constricted around Grantaire's length, and the cynic let out a sharp cry at the new sensation.
"Fuck", he cried, grip on Enjolras' scalp tightening so much it sent tears to Enjolras' eyes, but he didn’t pull away. Grantaire's other hand was grabbing the bedsheets as if they were a lifeline. "Fuck, Enjolras, I'm gonna – I'm gonna c-cum if you keep – fuck, I'm –"
The fact that Grantaire couldn’t seem to form a coherent thought made Enjolras smirk around the cock in his mouth, and he went back to sucking him off. Grantaire's hand holding his head finally went into action and moved Enjolras' head in the rhythm that suited him best, which was fast and unsteady and then he was thrusting into Enjolras' eager mouth, entering his throat and then going all the way back just to enter it again, Enjolras' staying still and keeping his mouth wide open to allow Grantaire's cock to slip in all the way in as he pleased. All Enjolras could do was allow his head to be moved and his tongue to slid past his lips, curling around Grantaire's cock as it entered and exited his mouth in a quick pace.
Enjolras had never felt so wonderful. If he had known sucking cock felt this good, he would have done this way sooner. Now he understood why Grantaire always took the initiative to suck him off first. All he could think about was Grantaire, Grantaire's cock on his throat, Grantaire's taste on his mouth, Grantaire's scent filling his very being to the core, Grantaire's hand on his scalp, Grantaire's moans and curses and whimpers and calls of his name echoing on the room, Grantaire, Grantaire, Grantaire, Grantaire –
"Fuck, Enjolras", Grantaire was moaning, voice bearing desperation. He continued moving Enjolras' head as he spoke. "You really want m-me to cum on your fa – ah, ah fuck, your f-face?"
Enjolras tried to nod, but found out he couldn’t because of Grantaire's grip on his hair, still making his head bob rhythmically up and down. He hummed with agreement instead, despite of the cock obstructing his throat, and tried to make himself as clear as possible.
"Oh my fucking – god, you're so beautiful, fuck", Grantaire was saying, and then there was a hand brushing Enjolras' curls away from his eyes, placing them on the back of his ears, and Grantaire growled with pleasure once more before chocking out: "Please, look – ah, look at me, I want to see y-you –"
And then Enjolras looked up as Grantaire thrusted into his mouth and he sucked him off, eyes rolling up in their sockets so that he could properly look at Grantaire, whose face was flushed and whose lips were parted to form a desperate 'o' and whose brow was frowning in pleasure. He looked more beautiful than Enjolras had ever seen him, and he gave his cock a harder suck just to see what reaction he would earn. Grantaire was staring deeply into Enjolras' eyes and he let out a loud cry at the tease, head shooting back as his hips continued thrusting non-stop, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed over and over trying to contain his moans.
Then Enjolras' lust-filled, sluggish mind caught up and he remembered he hadn't done swallowing movements himself for a while. He did so just as Grantaire's cock slid past his throat, eyes never leaving the cynic, and rejoiced at the way Grantaire's face contorted with pleasure at the action. He repeated it several times, alternating between swallowing and sucking as Grantaire thrusted his cock in his mouth, until Grantaire let out a sharp cry of Enjolras' name and pulled the leader's head all the way back and away from his cock only so that he could come on Enjolras' face as promised.
Grantaire's come spilled all over Enjolras' forehead, the bridge of his nose, one of his cheeks and mostly on his mouth and chin as he eagerly parted his lips and outstretched his tongue to catch it. Grantaire tasted salty but Enjolras loved it, swallowing greedily what had managed to fall into his mouth. Grantaire's hand on his scalp loosened its grip and fell limply on the bed beside him, at the same time Grantaire fell boneless against the pillows, eyes unfocused and breaths still coming in harsh pants.
Enjolras jumped over one of Grantaire's legs and crawled his way up to the bed until he was lying on his side, propped up by one elbow, beside Grantaire's exhausted form. Grantaire turned to look at him, eyes full of such adoration and love that Enjolras' chest filled with something warm. But his face was still covered in Grantaire's cum, and he needed to do something about that.
Before Grantaire could do anything, Enjolras raised his own hand to his face and coated his fingers with Grantaire's still warm semen, taking it to his lips and sucking while Grantaire watched. He repeated the action until there was barely no more cum left on his face, only then allowing himself to pull Grantaire into a passionate kiss.
Grantaire was no fool. He could see how hard Enjolras was, but there was no way he could suck him off right now, exhausted as he was. Instead, he pulled Enjolras' boxers down to his knees, aware of the leader's attentive look on him, and then turned on his back and then on his side, back now turned to Enjolras, so he could reach for the nightstand. He pulled the small drawer open and from there, fished a small pot of lube. He turned to Enjolras again, who had a questioning look in his eyes.
"Are you sure about this?" Enjolras asked, uncertain. He had never been inside Grantaire, only the other way around.
"I'm sure", Grantaire said, voice husky and breathless.
If Enjolras thought that sucking Grantaire was the best experience he could have in his life, it was because he had never entered Grantaire before. It felt like his cock was melting from the warmness and tightness of his ass, muscles squirming and adapting to Enjolras' presence inside him and sending shivers of pleasure through Enjolras' entire body. But the face Grantaire was making, as if he had never felt so good in his life, and the way that his cock was already getting hard again, was what drove Enjolras to the edge. As soon as he was sure that Grantaire was comfortable enough, he started thrusting, slowly at first, but pace increasing with Grantaire's each pleased sob.
His bed was creaking loudly now, but Enjolras couldn't care less.
He kept the pace of his thrusts as he leaned forward so that he could nearly lie above Grantaire, holding the cynic's arms above the man's head as he fucked him against the mattress, rejoicing at the way Grantaire's eyes shut tightly and he bit his lower lip in pleasure. Enjolras kissed him as he thrust, tongues intertwining with each other for a few seconds before Enjolras bit the cynic's lower lip.
"Ah", Grantaire was moaning desperately now. "Fuck, deeper, Enjolras, deep –"
Enjolras complied and thrust deeper into Grantaire, reaching down to bite at his collarbone and to suck at one of his nipples. Grantaire was nearly coming again, Enjolras could tell. He allowed his forehead to rest against the pillow that Grantaire was leaning on, sucking lightly at the earlobe before whispering "I love you" at Grantaire's ear. Enjolras then propped himself up on the bed so he could thrust even deeper into Grantaire, and the way the cynic's eyes rolled to back of his skull as he came with a long, guttural moan was enough to make Enjolras come too, deep inside Grantaire as the man had requested.
Enjolras allowed himself to slip out of Grantaire's warmness much to his dismay, taking the last energy he still had in his body to lick away the little cum that Grantaire had spilled on his own belly. The cynic shivered beneath the feel of Enjolras' tongue, but said nothing, to exhausted to even form a coherent thought.
Enjolras finally fell on the bed beside Grantaire, taking the man's offered shoulder and leaning his head against it. Soon, there was a lazy hand caressing Enjolras' curls, and he found himself snuggling closer to his boyfriend, head now resting against his chest instead.
"God", Grantaire said after minutes of silent panting. "That was something else. I think I'll disappear for another month or two just to have another night like this", he chuckled, teasing.
But Enjolras immediately propped himself up on the bed so he could stare at Grantaire, eyes hurt and full of disbelief.
"Enj, relax", Grantaire said, staring up at Enjolras with a raised eyebrow. "It was a joke".
Enjolras stared for a few more seconds before slowly returning to their cuddling position.
"Promise me", he whispered after a few minutes, but Grantaire, who had already been dozing off, didn’t understand.
"Hm?", he asked, sounding sleepy.
"Promise me you won't leave me again", Enjolras said, arm thrown across Grantaire's torso.
"Only if you promise to never pull something like that bet thing off again", Grantaire said, placing a soft kiss at the top of Enjolras' head.
"I would never", Enjolras said, serious, allowing his hand to trade across the skin of Grantaire's arm. "I won't ever hurt you like that again. I promise".
"Then I promise that I won't ever leave you like that again", Grantaire mimicked, caressing Enjolras' curls.
They fell asleep like that, warm, cozy, bodies glued together as if they never wanted to leave each other, Grantaire's fingers lost through Enjolras' curls and Enjolras' thoughts melting from Grantaire's scent.
They were both happy together.