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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: Bahorel/Grantaire, Collections of Paradox, 7/?

There was a beat of silence while Bahorel propped himself up on his elbows. A soft look smoothed the sharp edges of his jaw and cheekbones into something warm and familiar.

“Are you sure?” he asked. He drew Grantaire up with one hand so they were face to face. “I could do it, if you wanted…”

Grantaire kissed Bahorel’s lips gently. “Really? When’s the last time you bottomed?”

“It’s been a while. But I’d do it for you.”

“Hmm. Generous offer. Maybe I’ll take you up on it later.” Grantaire leaned over and grabbed the pump-bottle of lube he kept under the bed. He grabbed a condom from the nightstand next, and grunted as brought himself back to Bahorel. “But tonight I’m impatient, and I don’t want to wait a million years to see if we can stretch you out enough. So-” he paused to tear open the condom and roll it over Bahorel’s erection “-tonight, I get your dick.”

Bahorel threw his head back and groaned. “Fuck, Taire.”

Grantaire responded by shoving the lube into Bahorel’s hands.

“This is a lot of lube,” Bahorel laughed. He squirted some into his hand and sat up while he waited for Grantaire to turn around.

“It’s cheaper when you buy in bulk,” said Grantaire. He was on his hands and knees now, his ass pointed at Bahorel and his face full of Bahorel’s cock. Not a bad place to be, really. “The internet’s an amazing place.”

That’s when Grantaire felt the first touch of Bahorel’s finger on his hole. Bahorel took his time. He waited until Grantaire was relaxed, and then slipped his finger inside, pushing lube in as he went.

“That okay?” Bahorel asked.

Grantaire hissed. “Yes. More.”

Bahorel caressed the outside of Grantaire’s hip and began to work in another finger. The stretch was uncomfortable at first, and little painful, but Grantaire was used to it. He’d done this enough times to know that if he got past it, there was good sex waiting for him on the other side.

Bahorel had obviously done this before too. Once he had Grantaire opened up enough that his two fingers were going in smoothly, he crooked them towards the front of Grantaire’s body and pushed. Grantaire shuddered, nearly losing strength in his arms.

“Oh, you like that,” said Bahorel, a bit of awe in his voice. He pressed again, and Grantaire clenched down on his fingers.

Grantaire tossed his head from side to side. “Put another finger in before I lose my mind.”

Bahorel did as requested, inserting another finger alongside the other two. He pumped them in and out of Grantaire, spreading them every so often to make sure Grantaire was ready for the main event.

After Grantaire was practically growling with impatience, Bahorel swirled his fingers over Grantaire’s prostate one last time and withdrew his fingers from Grantaire’s body. “You good?” he asked, stroking his hand over Grantaire’s ass.

“So ready,” panted Grantaire. “So, so ready.”

“Okay, babe, I hear you.” Bahorel got his legs out from under Grantaire and sat on his knees. He went for the lube again, coating his own dick with a few long strokes. “Let’s start like this. It’ll be easier.”

As he spoke, he draped himself over Grantaire’s back, kissing up the line of Grantaire’s spine. He rubbed his cock into the crack of Grantaire’s ass a few times, then pulled back. He ran the pads of his fingers over Grantaire’s perineum until they rested just under Grantaire’s balls, and pressed lightly with his fingers. Grantaire jumped.

“Couldn’t resist,” said Bahorel. Grantaire couldn’t see his face, but he could still hear the smile in his voice.

Then, finally, Bahorel started to push his cock into Grantaire. Grantaire could feel every inch of Bahorel as he slowly, slowly, pushed himself inside.

Every. Aching. Inch.

Grantaire couldn’t have stopped his moan even if he’d wanted to. Bahorel was so hot, so incredibly hot.

“That’s it, Taire,” panted Bahorel. His smoky sex voice was back a hundred fold. “I’ve wanted you for so long. Knew this would be good."
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Re: FILL: Bahorel/Grantaire, Collections of Paradox, 7/?

Oops, pushed the button twice. Ignore.
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