[ 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. ]
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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. ]