Notes: Hey, look, I got around to writing some sexy times for you. Enjoy your short, pornographic interlude. Beta'd by Meeni ( .com)

Paris, France
Rue Durantin, Montmartre

The metro ride to the apartment was long, too fucking long in Enjolras' humble opinion. Unfortunately the train was crowded and cramped, so they had to content themselves with quick kisses, barely there touches of lips to lips, lips to neck, lips to jaw, muffled moans and sighs, hands creeping slowly upwards on thighs, but not close enough, never close enough. Grantaire was grateful for the passengers politely ignoring them.

The walk from the station was even worse. Why the fuck did Grantaire have to live twenty minutes from the station? The train stopped and they practically ran out of the station. When they were out in the cool air, Enjolras found himself kissing Grantaire against a lamp post. He vaguely registered the man muttering something about "public indecency" but then again, he was the one attached to Enjolras' neck at the moment.

"Mon Dieu," Grantaire moaned against Enjolras lips. Enjolras swallowed the sound in another kiss. Grantaire pulled back.

"Allons-y," he breathed heavily, pulling Enjolras further towards his house. They ran breathily and at every crossroads where they had to stop, they reattached themselves at some juncture until one of them noticed they could continue walking.

Finally, finally, they got to Grantaire's apartment. Grantaire fumbled with the keys and opened the door, which was made more difficult by the fact that Enjolras stood behind him, arms wrapped around his waist and was alternating between nipping at and kissing his neck. He got the door open and dragged them inside, pinning Enjolras against the wall. Enjolras, through the haze, remembered to close the door seeing as Grantaire didn't.

They were flush against each other; they couldn't get close enough. They melded together everywhere they touched. With each clash of lips and teeth they were closer.

Grantaire tugged Enjolras' shirt off, tossing it unceremoniously to the ground. Enjolras fumbled with the button on Grantaire's jeans, finally shoving them off. Grantaire stepped out of them as he maneuvered them into the bedroom. They fell on the bed, Grantaire landing on top of Enjolras. Enjolras lifted Grantaire's shirt off and pulled him back to himself.

Grantaire rubbed against Enjolras in the best possible way causing the man to moan against his neck and dig his fingernails into his back. Enjolras was still wearing pants and therefore choked out, "Clothes. Too many clothes. Fuck," he said, as Grantaire did that infuriating move again before dropping down to slide off his pants and underwear from underneath him.

Grantaire took him in his mouth then. Enjolras' fingers tangled in Grantaire's hair as he bobbed up and down, doing criminal things with his tongue. Grantaire moaned against Enjolras causing him to tighten his fingers in his hair as he groaned.

"Viens ici," Enjolras said, pulling Grantaire up to him. He was smirking when he kissed him. Grantaire took him in hand then and twisted in a way that made Enjolras' head fall back onto the mattress. Grantaire took advantage of this new position and started pulling out a mark on Enjolras' neck. Enjolras kissed him again and moaned against his mouth, "Fuck me. Please."

Grantaire stopped everything then, pulling back. "Are you sure?" he asked.

"Oui. Yes. Fuck me. Touche-moi. Anything."

"D'accord," Grantaire whispered, kissing Enjolras softly again before reaching into the bedside table for condoms and lube.
He warmed up the lube in his hands before working Enjolras open. His touch was soft and careful; he kissed gently along Enjolras' thighs, his sides, his stomach, his chest, working his way up to Enjolras' mouth. The kiss was slow and broken only by soft moans from the pair. Ironically with those two words, "fuck me," everything turned soft, slow, gentle, and loving.

"Ready?" Grantaire asked.

"Oui."

Grantaire rolled on the condom, lubed up, and pushed in. They kept it slow; long, leisurely thrusts drew out quiet moans that they stole away in their kisses. It wasn't fucking, like Enjolras had asked for, but it was better- it was love. They carried on like that, drawing it out, not wanting it to stop, wanting it to last forever, but soon it was too much. Grantaire took Enjolras in hand and stroked until he came with a groan muffled in the crook of Grantaire's neck; Grantaire thrust a few more times before coming with a groan Enjolras swallowed with a deep kiss.

They stayed like that for a moment, both trying to regain their senses, breathing heavily, foreheads pressed together, sometimes briefly reconnecting their lips. Eventually Grantaire pulled out slowly, disposing of the condom and grabbing a wet washcloth to clean up before tossing that too. He climbed into bed next to Enjolras who wrapped an arm around his stomach, tangling their legs.

Grantaire pressed his lips to Enjolras' forehead. "Thank you," he muttered.

Enjolras looked up and gently kissed him before dropping his head to rest against his collarbone. "Merci," he whispered.
They fell asleep wrapped around each other, their breathing and heartbeats synched.

Notes: The next chapter will be longer, I just wanted to get this in.
(Also as a quick hint, 78% of this chapter is symbolism and foreshadowing)
(Yes, I actually counted the sentences and did the math.)
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