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The Les Mis Anon Kink Meme, Round 6
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10littlebullets wrote in makinghugospin
[Round 6: No vacancy]Official rules/FAQ/Page-A-Mod post is there for reference, but you know how it works by now. Be nice, no kink-shaming, this is not the place to have it out with people who are Wrong On The Internet, detailed lists of kinks in headers are good, no RPF except for historical figures. Link to your fills (complete or incomplete) on the Fill Post. NKMWA = No Kink Meme Warnings Apply; see rules post for details. Mods reserve the right to enforce reasonable standards of conduct even if they are incapable of explicitly enumerating every possible way someone could act like an asshat online.

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Re: Enjolras/Combeferre, public cover-story sex 2/projected 3

(Anonymous)
Combeferre could not help thinking that it would not have been possible for the man to write his profession more clearly upon his features than he had done. From the slouched quality of his figure, to the shabby coat, and the scarred face, there was hardly anything else that could have screamed agent of the police more clearly to Combeferre's eye, and he was watching them all too intently, a hand inside his pocket, presumably grasping a pistol within the old fashionedly capacious skirts of his coat.

His mind was working at the problem posed to him so suddenly- how to extricate themselves from these suspicious circumstances without being arrested, and though he believed that they had somewhat absolved themselves from suspicion due to their promptness, more was required. Enjolras had independently arrived at the same conclusion it seemed from the firm hand that had latched itself into Combeferre's collar, fingers grazing his neck and the muffled words against his lips.

Combeferre did not account himself as much a man of the world as Courfeyrac, being a nature at once more concerned with the human tale and less desirous of direct exposure, but still in his quiet way his experience was an order of magnitude greater than that of Enjolras, and though he would happily follow the dictates of his captain in the attempt they would make against the ordered strictures of the world, in this he was inevitably the leader. Kisses would not satiate the spy for long, that was plain, for no-one in the world would meet in the Gardens to exchange near chaste touches, but he shuddered at the idea of pressing forward. When he caught the eyes of Enjolras though, his doubts subsided at grim determination within them, and he knew beyond doubt that whatever they must do, Enjolras would acquiesce in and that with the characteristic swiftness of his nature he had alloted to Combeferre the decision, recognising in him the germ of knowledge that Enjolras lacked in this.

It was with a commendable lack of hesitation Combeferre believed, that he dropped to the ground, knelt amongst the mulch and the soft earth of the ground, and leaned his head against Enjolras's hip. Against his will he felt his excitement stir, though he was not sure if it was the feel of Enjolras's lean thigh against his cheek, the exposed nature of their situation or some perverse impulse within himself that knew no name, and would submit to no classification. He wasted no time in chastising himself however. Enjolras had wound his fingers into his hair to further complete the illusion of being overcome with lust, and he ran his hands down Enjolras's narrow hips, fastened them upon the snugly clothed legs and pressed himself as close as he could manage, wondered for a moment if this would be enough, if the spy would be satisfied by this charade, but when he ceased for a moment, Enjolras tugged a strand of hair and with that Combeferre bent himself to his task once again.

He would be lying if he said the thought of this had never crossed his mind however idly, and he knew better that to condemn himself for that, but still his breath drew short at the thought of what they were about to do, his lips gone dry, his mouth parched. Enjolras was soft still within the confines of his trousers, and it was with shaking fingers that Combeferre unclasped the fastening and drew out Enjolras's prick. It had been in his mind to dissemble, not to take Enjolras within his mouth, to save them both from this performance by acting a part, but that fled now when confronted by reality and he looked to Enjolras for confirmation- this charade could end in a moment if he but gave the word, they could both brazen it out and take their chances with the cells. From where he knelt though, he could see the fierce droop of Enjolras's eyes, the stern shape of his mouth and the brief nod he gave.

Once, a long time ago, Combeferre had done this in a summer-hot field, book tossed to the side unheeding, the folly of youth dashing headlong into the unknown, scent of warm hot flesh filling his senses, as drunk on sour red wine in the middle of the day, he'd put into practice half-formed notions gleaned from vague classical allusions, repeated upon the body of his friend the vices of Catullus and his companions.

Re: Enjolras/Combeferre, public cover-story sex 3/projected 4

(Anonymous)
This was as much different as it was the same, it was Enjolras beneath his hands, Enjolras who filled his senses until he could scarce believe there was anything else in the world. Enjolras was still not hard and Combeferre was distractedly aware that the same thing could not be said for him, but he pushed that away, took a breath and then cradled Enjolras with his hand, bowed his head to the task set before him and began. He doesn't know what he had expected but nothing shattered, nothing fell, there was no heavy hand on his shoulder yanking him back, demanding that he empty his pockets, that this joke has gone far enough. Enjolras didn't tug away, instead he jerked forward unsteadily and Combeferre was too dazed by how fast all this has moved to interpret what that means. He paused for a second, and realised that Enjolras was losing his composure if the restless twitch of his hips was anything to go by, the slow, sudden hardening of his prick under the warmth and wetness of Combeferre's mouth.

Combeferre could feel the change take place under his tongue, and the arousal that blinked through him was blinding, he could not even quantify it or imagine replicating it, surely nothing could compare to that moment where he could feel the difference in Enjolras, could be the catalyst of that change, and he backed off for a second, to regroup and gasp at the air, and now when he leant forward again to take Enjolras in his mouth, Enjolras's prick was almost fully hard. Combeferre could feel his stomach lurch at the thought as once again he folded his lips around the head and sucked gently, no shame stirred in him, not when he could have this, Enjolras undone, his thighs tense and tight and Combeferre could not resist touching him, smoothing a hand down his leg as though to gentle him, repressing another sharp shock of feeling as Enjolras relaxed under his touch, the heady mixture of being on his knees and knowing how much Enjolras trusted him potent in his gut.

His own prick throbbed against his thigh and if he had had a hand free he would have touched himself- decency bedamned, but one hand was steadying Enjolras, holding his prick in his hand, stroking the length that couldn't fit in his mouth, and the other had found its way to the skin revealed between the lowered trousers and Enjolras's shirt as though it had a mind of its own, fingers taking in the coolness of the exposed flesh, the surprising softness so different to the harshness of the man it belonged to, as though some secret was exposed to Combeferre alone like this.

Enjolras's fingers were in his hair still, and when Combeferre dared to steal a glance upwards, Enjolras's eyes were open but only just, and Combeferre would've wagered his mind was no longer on the man watching them, if he was even still there after this. He could feel the tremors in Enjolras's frame that communicated themselves through his hands, the fingers tugging accidentally at strands of his hair, sending sharp-ish shocks through Combeferre's scalp, as his prick slipped from Combeferre's mouth for an instant when he drew back too far. He took in again near instantly and Enjolras looked down at him now not into the distance and without looking Combeferre could sense the power of that gaze turned on him, the concentrated essence of Enjolras's focused attention, riveting, terrifying, ferocious in its implacabilty. He allows himself to avoid that look in the contemplation of that task. Face to face, he could meet with Enjolras on any discussion, temper that radiant cold sternness, gentle and strengthen him for the task they would face along with their friends, has for the sake of Enjolras, fortified himself against Enjolras.

Like that however, those defenses are for the moment down, they are stripped away for the second between them both and he didn't know what was written on his face, preferred to keep it hidden for the moment, as inscrutable as he could be, not lashed and raw and open. He had always known that he would die for the cause that he and Enjolras had nurtured between them, that it was a sacrifice that he would make when the time came if it was necessary, but he had not known how deep that ran, what he would do.

Re: Enjolras/Combeferre, public cover-story sex 3/projected 4

(Anonymous)
OP

AAAAH THIS IS SO GOOD

and hot

and I just love these two and the trust between them so muuuuch

Re: Enjolras/Combeferre, public cover-story sex 3/projected 4

(Anonymous)
Thank you! I'm really glad you're enjoying. I've posted the final part below.

Re: Enjolras/Combeferre, public cover-story sex 4/4

(Anonymous)
Enjolras's hips shifted and his prick filled Combeferre's mouth, pressed against the back of his throat for a long, unyielding moment before he drew back and Combeferre muffled the noise he almost made in the solidness of Enjolras's flesh, and in the lack of Enjolras continuing in the same vein continued in the path he had trodden out, privately impressed by Enjolras's endurance given his stoic ignorance of human desire before this day as far as Combeferre could tell. Combeferre could hardly take anymore of this, of Enjolras's fingers in his hair, his prick in his mouth, the overwhelming nature of what was happening, and yet at the same time it wasn't enough, there was a deep hunger that went untouched and unexplained even by himself that could not be fulfilled in this fashion. His own prick was swollen still though untouched, and with an almost guilty hand he set his fingers across it, unbelieving at his arousal, ashamed at this acknowledgement that it was not merely from necessity that he did this, could not resist slipping one hand around his own length as he sucked Enjolras with more strength than form, and at the first brush of his fingers coming, helplessly, futilely, his hips arching against his hand, Enjolras's prick smearing wet against his face for a long second, before it found his mouth again.

it was that it seemed that meant Enjolras came also in a hot wet flood that Combeferre swallowed without thinking to the best of his ability. Enjolras did not withdraw instantly, instead he shuddered out the finish of his climax and then leant against the tree for long moments, his breath rapid and out of control, and Combeferre found himself reluctant to rise, to brush himself down and face Enjolras once more standing, his trousers damp with his own come, the traces of Enjolras's on his cheek, the lingering dying sparks of first arousal then orgasm no longer cushioning what they had done together.

It was Enjolras in the end who fumbled his trousers shut and then cupped his hand around Combeferre's elbow and helped him rise, brushed him down with clumsy hands and shuttered eyes. The little man who'd watched them is gone, either convinced by their display or a mere voyeuristic stranger all along, and Combeferre could almost wish for his presence back, for words to be impossible in this moment. He scooped the little folded paper slip of gunpowder up from the ground where he had dropped it and proferred it to Enjolras with a wry smile. Enjolras looked at him for a long moment and pressed his hand, murmured a thank you that had more than one meaning, and took Combeferre's arm once again to walk on, the incident already in the past as far as he was concerned, and Combeferre gingerly allowed himself to emulate Enjolras's unconcern.

They were as far as the yellow rose bushes when Enjolras halted once more. "Are you not too distressed?" he asked, and Combeferre touched more than he could say by the gesture, squeezed his arm.

"I shall be well," he says and that is not a lie.

Re: Enjolras/Combeferre, public cover-story sex 4/4

(Anonymous)
aaah this is lovely *flails*

Re: Enjolras/Combeferre, public cover-story sex 4/4

(Anonymous)
Thank you! I'm glad you liked it.

Re: Enjolras/Combeferre, public cover-story sex 4/4

(Anonymous)
It's really spot-on for the pairing (which is one of my favourites and there isn't nearly enough of it), and you have a really nice way with words as well ^_^

Is this going to be up on AO3 or similar at all?


Re: Enjolras/Combeferre, public cover-story sex 4/4

(Anonymous)
Thank you! I'm really glad you liked it. I'll probably put it on AO3 in a couple of days.

Re: Enjolras/Combeferre, public cover-story sex 4/4

(Anonymous)
Definitely enjoyed the rest of this! I really love the relationship dynamic that you've built between them here. The blowjob was hot, and the fact that Combeferre got off on giving it, doubly so. I hope you do choose to de-anon, because I like your writing a lot and I'd love to know if you've written more!

Re: Enjolras/Combeferre, public cover-story sex 4/4

(Anonymous)
I love this story! There is not enough E/Com in the world, and your Combeferre voice is lovely on top of that! Bookmarking this!

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