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worth a thousand words

the picture prompt meme

1.post with one of your characters asking for one of mine!
2. post a picture, gif, photoset to inspire a thread
3. i'll reply with a post ~~and it will undoubtedly disappoint u~~
4. aus or game canons very welcome!

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[ Everything is extraordinarily, strangely good right now. It might be the wine Enjolras bought for him to celebrate. (With the caveat that R was not to drink the whole bottle in one sitting... well, there is a little left, so he didn't lie-- Isn't that something?) Or it's possibly the roses he'd brought to E's door along with a dinner to cook for them. And that R had managed to do it all without so much as a scowl on that beautiful face-- except a teasing one in response to his usual jokes at his statue's expense.

But it's even more likely that it's the way Enjolras' back arches up perfectly against Grantaire's hands as they lie on his boyfriend's couch making out. He smiles and slides his hand down to E's ass, pushing a hand into the back pocket of his jeans while running his teeth over his lips. The movie is lying forgotten in the background. And the dishes can certainly wait until morning. ]

[ Enjolras is pretty sure a word doesn't exist for how he's feeling right now -- but that doesn't stop him from listing off every synonym of happy he's overheard from Prouvaire or Courfeyrac on occasion. Delighted, twitter-patted, contented -- buzzed he would say, not only on a split bottle of wine but on the intoxication Grantaire's mouth always brings, even without the trace reminder of wine he can taste on his tongue.

Sighing as Grantaire's hand moves lower, Enjolras takes a second to swing his leg over his lap and sit on him, deliberately rolling his hips down to greet his hands and hopefully entice them further. With a smile, even despite their kiss ( which he gets right back into after a second ), Enjolras' hands lace in with Grantaire's messy mane, giving short, aborted tugs like he's playing with a toy. Prompting a reaction. ]

[ The reaction is almost immediate, with R rolling his hips into Enjolras'. He lets out a muffled frustrated noise and breaks the kiss only to kiss his Apollo's jaw, his lips going down E's neck as he slides his hand out of his boyfriend's pocket to slide up his shirt instead, untucking it to slide a hand up his back. The tips of his fingers memorize the little knobs of his spine slowly while the other hand works on undoing the buttons.

His lips continue leave greedy kisses down to the gap between his neck and shoulder, he smiles as he sucks on the skin there with his teeth like he's claiming it as his. Which, tonight, it is as far as he's concerned. ]

[ Enjolras all but purrs in retaliation to Grantaire's hands, spine arching and rolling to meet clever fingertips, encourage them. He presses his lips the areas of him that are available given the angle -- generally just decorating his temple and the curls of his wild hair with kisses, while his hands rake through. Once he feels Grantaire fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, however, Enjolras' hands move to return the action, popping off each button, one by one. ]

I have work tomorrow. [ He says in response to Grantaire marking him -- though there's no real heat in it, and it's largely an empty threat. If Grantaire wants to bruise him up with purple and red love bites, Enjolras is honestly going to be the last to stop him -- he can just button his shirt up all the way at work, for a change. ]