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The Les Mis Anon Kink Meme, Round 8
and I am winterborn
10littlebullets wrote in makinghugospin
Since LJ seems to have finally capitulated to the Russian government and is now subject to Russian anti-obscenity laws, I'm not going to take a chance on sudden deletions. The Les Mis kinkmeme now lives at https://lesmiskinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/. (Round 8 here.) Everything has been backed up there. The LJ kinkmeme will stay up, but is now closed to new comments.

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Fill 3/?

(Anonymous)
“Who wants it next?” Bahorel says, tugging sharply at Grantaire’s hair so he’s forced to turn and face the crowd.

“Me,” Feuilly volunteers, hooking his fingers in Grantaire’s collar to pull him close.

Grantaire shuffles over to him, on his knees without the use of his hands. When he’s at Feuilly’s feet, his friend smiles, stroking his fingers through the come on Grantaire’s face. Then he gently slips his calloused fingers into Grantaire’s mouth, making him lick the come off. He leaves his fingers in place long after they’re clean, and he’s looking over at Enjolras, engaged in the conversation, and completely ignoring Grantaire who’s sucking at his fingers.

Grantaire lets out an unnecessarily loud moan, trying to get his attention, and Feuilly ignores him, shoving his fingers in deeper to gag him.

Feuilly’s foot is on Grantaire’s thigh, a heavy weight pinning him in place. “Give me your hands,” Feuilly orders after a few minutes, and Grantaire offers them up. Feuilly pulls his fingers free from Grantaire’s mouth, taking his cravat off and using it to bind Grantaire’s wrists together. Only when his hands are firmly secured does Feuilly finally undo his pants and hold out his cock.

Grantaire looks up at him tentatively, and Feuilly smiles a little bit. “I like it soft,” he says, his hand cupping Grantaire’s jaw. “Lots of tongue. You can start by just licking.”

“Yes, sir,” Grantaire answers, leaning closer. He touches his tongue to the tip of Feuilly’s cock, slowly circling the head, and Feuilly’s hand tightens around his jaw, a spasm of pleasure.

He’s silent, unlike Bahorel, and doesn’t move Grantaire, just keeps that steady hand on him as Grantaire’s tongue moves on his cock. His hand is warm and strong, his rough calluses brushing against Grantaire’s sensitive skin as Grantaire works.

He takes on a rhythm quickly. It’s slower and softer than what he’s used to, but Feuilly’s grip on his chin loosens til he’s just an encouraging weight. His cock is practically dripping in Grantaire’s mouth, much more precome than he’s used to, and Grantaire licks it away, curling his tongue around the tip of Feuilly’s cock.

He alternates movements, sucking gently, then pulling away to lap cat-like at the sides. Then Grantaire works his tongue in circles around the head, and then goes back to sucking.

Feuilly’s thighs are trembling by now. He’s still silent, but his fingers are tightening in their grip around Grantaire’s jaw, and his legs are shaking.

It’s incredibly hot, to see the effect that his work is having. There’s a deep satisfaction in this, in figuring out what his friend likes, how to please him, how to get him off.

Grantaire’s jaw is starting to really throb as he swallows Feuilly down again, keeping up the pattern of licking and circling, licking and circling. He sucks one more time, hard, and Feuilly lets out a low groan.

That’s all the warning Grantaire gets before his mouth is being flooded with come again, salty and bitter.

“Don’t swallow,” Feuilly orders, the first thing he’s said to Grantaire in the long while that he’s been on his knees.

Grantaire keeps the come in his mouth, not sure what Feuilly wants, and realizes only when his friend’s fingers dive deep into his mouth, pulling a little bit out to smear Grantaire’s lips. He pushes his fingers in and out again, like he did at the beginning, except now he’s coating Grantaire’s lips and face with streaks of come.

“You want to be allowed to swallow the rest?” Feuilly asks, his voice low.

Grantaire nods, his mouth still half-full.

“All right. Since you asked so nicely,” Feuilly says, grinning, and Grantaire swallows. When his tongue darts out to lick his lips, though, Feuilly stops him. “I want you to wear my come. Show everyone what a little slut you are.”

“I think we know,” Joly laughs.

“Quiet!” Enjolras snaps at them, in that tone of voice that always sends shivers down Grantaire’s spine. “Don’t let the whore distract you. We have important business to take care of.”

“Sorry,” Joly says apologetically, and Enjolras spares just one glance over at Grantaire, one second’s worth of a smile, before starting to speak again about education as Courfeyrac beckons Grantaire over.
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Loving this so much!
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op here, and wow, this is fantastic. thank you so much!!!
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fuckin' A this fill is hot
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this fill is so fucking hot.
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I check this fill every day, anon. It is really good.
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Fill 4/?

(Anonymous)
Courfeyrac grabs him roughly by the collar as soon as he’s within reach and fiercely tugs him over. Grantaire scrambles to get himself in place, barely able to keep up with Courfeyrac’s movement.

Courfeyrac doesn’t play with him at all first, just undoes his pants and shoves Grantaire down.

“Slut,” he says, pitching his voice low so that Grantaire can hear him but he won’t disturb him. Grantaire is already sputtering around his cock. Courfeyrac is the biggest out of all of them so far, and it’s hard to take, and Courfeyrac is giving him absolutely no ground.

He has no control over the blowjob. Courfeyrac has one hand tangled in his hair and the other one through the front of Grantaire’s collar, so he can’t move except where Courfeyrac is moving him.

Courfeyrac is vocal, letting out quiet little grunts as he thrusts his hips up, over and over again, into Grantaire’s mouth.

“Like this?” Courfeyrac asks, tugging at Grantaire’s hair sharply, and Grantaire lets out a needy little whimper of agreement. Courfeyrac laughs a little bit. “Is the little whore enjoying being passed around like this?”

Grantaire tries to shake his head, though he can’t really move very much.

“Of course you are,” Courfeyrac laughs. His voice is light and cheerful, his usual self, as he thrusts into Grantaire’s mouth brutally, making him sputter and choke.

Grantaire is barely able to keep himself up on his knees. He’s losing his balance, his hands still bound together so he can’t keep himself in place. The only things anchoring him are Courfeyrac’s hands on either side of his head and Courfeyrac’s cock shoving deeper and deeper into his throat.

He’s falling into subspace, tumbling under. He doesn’t know where he is, or why. All he can think of is the cock in his throat, his place, his purpose, his service. He’s nothing except this, except his mouth, except a hole that’s being thoroughly made use of.

Courfeyrac is touching him, bracing him, keeping him in place. He can just hear Enjolras’ voice. He doesn’t know what his master is saying, not through the deep fog he’s in, his mind at once blurry and hyper-focused on how badly he wants to serve. He can’t understand what Enjolras is saying, and it’s probably nothing about him, anyway, because Grantaire is so far beneath his notice. His cock twitches at the thought, still untouched, and he’s so far gone that he tries to reach for it, to touch himself even though he doesn’t have permission, but fortunately his hands are bound fast behind his back and that reminds him of his place, reminds him that he’s here to give pleasure, not to get it.

Courfeyrac thrusts hard into his mouth, and Grantaire gags, looking up to see the grin on his friend’s face as he repeats the action. He’s taken on a rhythm now, fucking Grantaire’s mouth properly.

“Look at me,” Courfeyrac orders, and Grantaire tries to, meeting his friend’s warm gaze. Courfeyrac is smiling, his friendly, open smile, as he chokes Grantaire on his cock. Courfeyrac might be on the toppy side, but he will always, fundamentally, be the kind of person who wants to make others happy. So as he looks down at Grantaire, teary-eyed from gagging and his red lips stretched around Courfeyrac, he murmurs, “You’re a good boy. Enjolras is very lucky to have you.”

Grantaire lets out a whimper at the praise, trying to thank Courfeyrac with a slow flick of his tongue, though it’s hard because his mouth is so full. He settles for relaxing his throat and letting Courfeyrac fuck into him.

Courfeyrac comes without any warning, right down his throat, his hands tightening in Grantaire’s hair the only sign Grantaire gets before he’s swallowing salty come.
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yessss oh my god
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oh my god, anon, this continues to be better than i could ever have imagined! everything about this is so so good. thank you!!! - op
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(Anonymous)
I just found this fill, and it is really hot. I can't wait for more!
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Fill 5/?

(Anonymous)
Courfeyrac pets his hair for a little bit, easing him down—but it just takes Grantaire further into whatever subspace he’s in, lost and wanting and needy and at peace in some way he only is when he’s being dominated like this, when he’s being good for Enjolras. Although right now there are other people too, but ultimatley he’s doing it because Enjolras told him to, and that’s perfect. It’s perfect because he’s proving how good he can be, he’s showing everyone, and he’s got orders to follow and he knows where he belongs.

After a while, Joly and Bossuet tug him over, positioning him on his knees in between the two of them. They untie his hands, guiding one to each of their erections.

Grantaire barely knows what’s happening. His head is spinning and he’s so hard and the only thing that feels real is them guiding him.

He feels so grateful for it, for the way they move his hands to them, the way one of them is holding his head up, petting his sweaty curls, as he strokes them off.

Joly—he thinks it’s Joly, though his eyes are closed in bliss and need and he isn’t sure—rubs the head of his cock against Grantaire’s cheek, leaving a long stroke of precome on his face. He lets the tip just slightly slide against Grantaire’s lips, lets Grantaire open his mouth, searching, wanting, then takes Grantaire’s hand again, guiding it back to his cock, not letting him suck it.

Grantaire wants it. He wants those cocks in his mouth, not just in his hands, wants both of them at once. His mouth is watering for it, imagining what it would be like, the two of them thrusting in and out in turn so there would always be a cock pushing into his throat, them stretching his mouth til it hurt.

“Please,” he whispers, turning his head in the direction of one of them. He looks up—it’s Bossuet—pleadingly.

“What do you want, R?”

“Let me suck you off. Please. Please,” he says, desperate.

Bossuet smiles, taking himself in hand. Just as Joly had done earlier, he presses the tip to Grantaire’s lips, then pulls away, leaving another streak of precome across Feuilly’s come still on Grantaire’s chin.

“I don’t think so,” he murmurs.

“Please, I promise it’ll be good—“

“I’m sure,” Joly says. “Everyone else seems very satisfied with your work. But I think we’d rather see you desperate for it.”

Grantaire nods slowly at that and goes back to the work of stroking them off, long, slow, even strokes. Every so often one of them will pause and tease him with their cocks, tracing it across his face, letting him get just a single taste before pulling away and laughing.

It goes on for a while. Grantaire isn’t sure how long. They might keep tormenting him forever, except that Combeferre says dryly, “You too are certainly taking your time. I think some of us might like our turn.”

“Sorry, ‘Ferre,” Joly says. “We’ll let you have him in just a minute.”

Grantaire nods eagerly, opening his mouth in expectation. Bossuet laughs and lets Grantaire have a few of his long, thin fingers to suck on while he continues stroking them both of.

As promised, it isn’t long after that when first Joly and then Bossuet are groaning and streaking his face with warm come. Grantaire whimpers as he feels it land on him, feeling the humiliation of being marked and the pleasure of knowing he’s done well all at once.
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(Anonymous)
This continues to be so fucking hot.
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OH MY GOD. This is amazing, anon.
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anon i have no words to say how good this is. grantaire is so desperate and this is so hot. - op
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i'm definitely checking this fill every day, nonny!
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