[ 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. ]
SLAMS INTO THIS (finally). i heard smut.
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. ]