"You have nothing to be nervous about, mon amour," Grantaire cooed, caressing Enjolras' head.
All of a sudden, Grantaire drunkenly leaped over the table and onto Enjolras' lap, causing Enjolras to glow like the fire in his heart. They smashed into each others' faces, their lips locking as if they were designed solely for one another. Hearts full of love, their hands rubbed the backs of the other, but Grantaire's were occupied with stripping Enjolras of his jacket. Enjolras, knowing exactly of what was going to happen, removed Grantaire's vest and tossed it upon his coat. He then began to remove his own belt, as did Grantaire. They quickly tossed off the rest of their garments.
Grantaire, throbbing against Enjolras, moved his lips down to the other's neck, which squeezed a little moan out of Enjolras.
Grantaire chuckled and felt through the other's hair, "You haven't done this before, have you?"
Enjolras merely pouted and looked away.
"It's alright, I'll take it easy on you," chimed Grantaire, flicking Enjolras' ear with his tongue, causing another "nngh," to come from his partner.
Grantaire kissed down the front of Enjolras, gently moving his hands up and down Enjolras' body. As he reached Enjolras' hardness, he used his wine-drenched tongue to caress it.
Enjolras yelped.
Grantaire slowly and steadily licked its whole surface and then some before he put his entire mouth around it, causing Enjolras to dig his nails into the chair and nearly scream. Grantaire bobbed his mouth on it, continuing to use his tongue. He honestly enjoyed hearing Enjolras ooh and aah and move around in his mouth.
Enjolras began to thrash and thrust a bit, finally spurting his genetic material in Grantaire's mouth.
"S..Sorry," Enjolras panted.
"No, it's fine!" Grantaire cheered slyly, grinning. "Would you like to try?"
Enjolras' eyes widened and he nodded. They swapped places– Grantaire sitting on the chair and Enjolras on his knees.
"Don't be scared, it won't bite," Grantaire chimed and petted Enjolras, gently nudging him closer with his tender hand. While Enjolras was working away, licking and rubbing Grantaire's length, Grantaire moaned significantly less. A bit worried he wasn't doing it correctly, Enjolras began to quickly bob and thrust his head, causing Grantaire to happily grunt quite loudly.
Enjolras loved the sound, and continued.
Finally, Grantaire released into Enjolras, moaning at the same volume his other did.
By the time they had both been re-dressed, they were dead tired– most of the Amis were in bed long ago. Just before passing out, they muttered a few words in unison.
"I love you."