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( Enjolras does his best to tidy up while he waits, fixing his piles of paperwork and shoving his empty coffee mugs into the sink. Then he mostly paces, restlessly moving around his apartment while fretting.
When there's a knock at the door he rushes to answer it, stopping shortly before it to gather his breath, run a frantic hand through his hair. )
R.
( He smiles, nervous and ridiculous, opening the door wide. )
Come in.
When there's a knock at the door he rushes to answer it, stopping shortly before it to gather his breath, run a frantic hand through his hair. )
R.
( He smiles, nervous and ridiculous, opening the door wide. )
Come in.
[ That smile is quite the shock to R's system, and the one E gets in return is a spectacularly goofy one.
He steps carefully into the apartment, almost as if he's expecting something to explode in his face and prove that this was just all some sort of weird trap. ]
... Hi.
[ What do you even say in a situation like this?? ]
He steps carefully into the apartment, almost as if he's expecting something to explode in his face and prove that this was just all some sort of weird trap. ]
... Hi.
[ What do you even say in a situation like this?? ]
( He closes the door behind Grantaire before nervously wiping the palms of his hands over his jeans. He's kind of terrified. )
Can I get you anything?
( It's awkward, he knows. He can't help it. )
Can I get you anything?
( It's awkward, he knows. He can't help it. )
[ A drink, he is very tempted to say, and hates himself for it. He shouldn't want to experience this moment through a wine-induced haze and yet that is exactly what he craves now as the nerves start to really get to him. ]
I'm good, thank you.
[ What he means is that he is terrified. ]
I'm good, thank you.
[ What he means is that he is terrified. ]
Okay. ( He's feeling terribly out of control, but this is important and he needs to do this right. ) Okay.
( Enjolras takes a step forward, then pauses. ) I don't really know what to do now. ( It's a helpless confession. ) I don't know what's best. Perhaps I should just ... reiterate?
( He very pointedly reaches for Grantaire's hand. )
I like you. I have liked you for a very long time. If you don't think that this is a terrible idea then I would like to kiss you.
( Enjolras takes a step forward, then pauses. ) I don't really know what to do now. ( It's a helpless confession. ) I don't know what's best. Perhaps I should just ... reiterate?
( He very pointedly reaches for Grantaire's hand. )
I like you. I have liked you for a very long time. If you don't think that this is a terrible idea then I would like to kiss you.
[ What he should do is probably to lean in and give E a soft, gentle little kiss just to show that he thinks that would be a perfectly lovely idea.
What he does do is let go of Enjolras' hand so that he can cradle his face with both hands and kiss him hard, almost desperately. ]
What he does do is let go of Enjolras' hand so that he can cradle his face with both hands and kiss him hard, almost desperately. ]
( The noise he makes is shocked, but that doesn't last long. Instead his hands go to Grantaire's waist. Instead he pushes him back until he's against the wall of Enjolras' apartment. Instead there is an insistent mouth upon his own.
There's something greedy about it, his fingertips digging into skin, his mouth urgent. Enjolras kisses like he means it, licking into Grantaire's mouth with a barely concealed groan. He can't help it, he can't stop himself. He's imagined this for so long that he feels half mad with it. Unbidden, his hand finds the other man's hair, curls into it so he can press another kiss to his jaw. )
Oh. So that's what it feels like.
There's something greedy about it, his fingertips digging into skin, his mouth urgent. Enjolras kisses like he means it, licking into Grantaire's mouth with a barely concealed groan. He can't help it, he can't stop himself. He's imagined this for so long that he feels half mad with it. Unbidden, his hand finds the other man's hair, curls into it so he can press another kiss to his jaw. )
Oh. So that's what it feels like.
[ Grantaire actually feels a little light-headed after that kiss, his head cleared of anything resembling coherent thought, which is why when Enjolras speaks he doesn't really have the mental capacity to actually process the words. ]
What?
What?
Kissing you.
( There's something bright about his smile, in the almost shy way it crooks up on only one side. ) I think I've imagined it a dozen ways by now.
( He still has Grantaire pressed against the wall, and so it's the perfect opportunity to lean in again and kiss him. It's slow, but still as demanding, sucking his bottom lip between Enjolras' teeth to tease it. )
( There's something bright about his smile, in the almost shy way it crooks up on only one side. ) I think I've imagined it a dozen ways by now.
( He still has Grantaire pressed against the wall, and so it's the perfect opportunity to lean in again and kiss him. It's slow, but still as demanding, sucking his bottom lip between Enjolras' teeth to tease it. )
[ Grantaire wraps his arms around Enjolras' neck, a quiet little noise escaping him because of just how intense the sensation of Enjolras kissing him is. He wonders if the other man even understands the effect he has on him. ]
I've imagined more.
I've imagined more.
[ continued. ]
[ She shouldn't be doing this, should she be doing this? There are probably dozens of rules against it, both because he's Steve's best friend and because she's been using her own experiences to help him recover from the conditioning he's gone through. None of that seems to matter when the picture comes in though, and Natasha takes her time looking at it. ]
That's a good start krasivyy, I can see what you mean about your thighs.
I might need a little more to get a better mental image on my end. Who knows? Maybe the next picture you get from me will be one meant for you.
[ She shouldn't be doing this, should she be doing this? There are probably dozens of rules against it, both because he's Steve's best friend and because she's been using her own experiences to help him recover from the conditioning he's gone through. None of that seems to matter when the picture comes in though, and Natasha takes her time looking at it. ]
That's a good start krasivyy, I can see what you mean about your thighs.
I might need a little more to get a better mental image on my end. Who knows? Maybe the next picture you get from me will be one meant for you.
i thought dick pics were a bad thing, these days.
i read about it on tumblr.
( Cold blooded killer, but who cares. )
i read about it on tumblr.
( Cold blooded killer, but who cares. )
I don't know what I'm stunned by more, the fact that I've requested a dick pic and it wasn't immediately fulfilled or the fact that you just referenced tumblr without irony.
It's not bad if I'm asking for one, Barnes. It's fine if you don't want to send one but how am I going to properly dress you if I don't know what I'm working with? Come on, do you know how often I get to do this because I actually want to and not because I have to?
Not often.
[ Never, is more accurate. It's surprisingly exciting. ]
It's not bad if I'm asking for one, Barnes. It's fine if you don't want to send one but how am I going to properly dress you if I don't know what I'm working with? Come on, do you know how often I get to do this because I actually want to and not because I have to?
Not often.
[ Never, is more accurate. It's surprisingly exciting. ]
( RIGHT IN THE ABUSED SPY FEELS.
The next message she gets, he's pulled those boxers down over his thighs. It's still a terrible bathroom pic, and he's still flaccid. But the image captures the edge of his smile, the playful smirk. He's actually not sure how he got into this. )
better?
or do i need to be hard for the kind of outfit you'd dress me up in?
The next message she gets, he's pulled those boxers down over his thighs. It's still a terrible bathroom pic, and he's still flaccid. But the image captures the edge of his smile, the playful smirk. He's actually not sure how he got into this. )
better?
or do i need to be hard for the kind of outfit you'd dress me up in?
[ Well holy hell, what is this feeling? Is she actually aroused right now? It's not even the fact that he's exposed, it's that damn smirk. ]
Yes.
[ Not nearly as smooth or playful but he has her in a compromising position right now, okay? His phone buzzes with another picture from the neck down, this time taken at a high angle of her in the same panties but topless, body outstretched. ]
That one IS for you.
I think I would put you in purple. You'd look good in purple.
Yes.
[ Not nearly as smooth or playful but he has her in a compromising position right now, okay? His phone buzzes with another picture from the neck down, this time taken at a high angle of her in the same panties but topless, body outstretched. ]
That one IS for you.
I think I would put you in purple. You'd look good in purple.
that didn't tell me if i needed to be aroused or not.
( Except she's gorgeous and that helps. )
like your friend?
barton?
( Except she's gorgeous and that helps. )
like your friend?
barton?
The yes was your answer, Barnes.
God don't do that, don't talk about Clint after I send you a picture of myself topless, what's wrong with you?
Red. Now you've been moved to red. Look what you've done.
[ Another picture, this time in front of a full length mirror from behind. Her panties have been removed leaving her bare and she's just barely glancing over her shoulder with a smile, red hair cascaded down her back between her shoulder blades. ]
That's like me sending this to you and asking you if you'd want to wear blue like Steve.
God don't do that, don't talk about Clint after I send you a picture of myself topless, what's wrong with you?
Red. Now you've been moved to red. Look what you've done.
[ Another picture, this time in front of a full length mirror from behind. Her panties have been removed leaving her bare and she's just barely glancing over her shoulder with a smile, red hair cascaded down her back between her shoulder blades. ]
That's like me sending this to you and asking you if you'd want to wear blue like Steve.
i don't want you to wear anything at all.
( This isn't the most sensible thing he could be doing, but Natasha's picture stirs something inside of him. He finds himself hardening, metal hand wrapping around his dick without thinking.
Christ, he's been trying so hard. )
so, cotton, lace, mesh?
( This isn't the most sensible thing he could be doing, but Natasha's picture stirs something inside of him. He finds himself hardening, metal hand wrapping around his dick without thinking.
Christ, he's been trying so hard. )
so, cotton, lace, mesh?
Getting bold, I see. Did you learn that from tumblr too?
[ Her hand is wandering down the front of her body but Natasha stops herself before she can get too far. There's something about Barnes that makes her want to give him her full attention, see how far she can push him. Tease him. ]
Lace, of course. I might want to get you some mesh tights to match with your pretty legs.
[ The next picture she sends him is her kneeling in front of the mirror, completely bare with her legs spread and face hidden behind her phone. ]
It's a shame you're not here, I think I already have a thing or two that would look great on you. What are you doing?
[ Because he's definitely doing something. Natasha isn't an idiot. ]
[ Her hand is wandering down the front of her body but Natasha stops herself before she can get too far. There's something about Barnes that makes her want to give him her full attention, see how far she can push him. Tease him. ]
Lace, of course. I might want to get you some mesh tights to match with your pretty legs.
[ The next picture she sends him is her kneeling in front of the mirror, completely bare with her legs spread and face hidden behind her phone. ]
It's a shame you're not here, I think I already have a thing or two that would look great on you. What are you doing?
[ Because he's definitely doing something. Natasha isn't an idiot. ]
( A small part of Bucky worries that this is a trap. The rest doesn't fret too much. He can't remember the last time he was organically aroused by something. It feels like waking up. )
nope.
just being honest.
( He strokes his hardening cock, letting out a breath. A thrill of daring follows and he sends her a picture again, one hand wrapped around his dick. )
thinking of taking this to the bedroom.
why?
what do you want me to be doing?
nope.
just being honest.
( He strokes his hardening cock, letting out a breath. A thrill of daring follows and he sends her a picture again, one hand wrapped around his dick. )
thinking of taking this to the bedroom.
why?
what do you want me to be doing?
Edited (a word) 2018-02-23 21:43 (UTC)
[ He makes it too easy. The picture comes in and Natasha barely realizes how hard she's biting on her bottom lip, sitting on the edge of her bed and messaging him back at a rapid pace just to see how far she can make this go.
She forgot what it was like to enjoy this, and she really enjoys it. ]
I want you to slow down, krasivyy, how am I supposed to enjoy this if you're already moving to the bedroom? It doesn't look like you're ready to do that yet.
Tease yourself a little for me, one finger around the head. Don't go beyond that.
[ This is the real test, will he listen or not? Natasha's taking a calculated risk here, if he doesn't want to play then this just got a lot more awkward. ]
She forgot what it was like to enjoy this, and she really enjoys it. ]
I want you to slow down, krasivyy, how am I supposed to enjoy this if you're already moving to the bedroom? It doesn't look like you're ready to do that yet.
Tease yourself a little for me, one finger around the head. Don't go beyond that.
[ This is the real test, will he listen or not? Natasha's taking a calculated risk here, if he doesn't want to play then this just got a lot more awkward. ]
( Her response punches the breath out of him. Bucky can't stop himself from making a noise out loud, the small bathroom echoing the noise. All thoughts of caution fly from his head, the next picture she gets isn't a mirror image, instead it's just his hand, one finger around the top of his dick, thumb pressing against his slit.
He doesn't dare move until she tells him to. )
like this?
He doesn't dare move until she tells him to. )
like this?
[ She sits there for a few moments afraid that she had gone too far, but then his picture comes in and Natasha whispers an 'oh shit' aloud. She moves up the bed and leans back comfortably against the headboard... and then she turns the television on. The picture he gets is one reflected in the full length mirror on her wall, showing her nude in bed and watching the TV. ]
Good. Keep doing that until you can make the head of your cock wet. No cheating, I'll know if you do.
Good. Keep doing that until you can make the head of your cock wet. No cheating, I'll know if you do.
( Jesus H. Christ.
Bucky keeps the single finger wrapped around his cock, but he uses his thumb to stroke the head. He doesn't know when he last did this. He doesn't know when he last felt like this for himself. It's almost overwhelming. Touching a part of his body for no reason other than wanting to. Natasha isn't manipulating him, and so there's a thrill to that. She wants him to, he wants to. This isn't a mission. )
do you want to touch yourself?
( So careful. )
fair's fair.
( But only if she wants. )
Bucky keeps the single finger wrapped around his cock, but he uses his thumb to stroke the head. He doesn't know when he last did this. He doesn't know when he last felt like this for himself. It's almost overwhelming. Touching a part of his body for no reason other than wanting to. Natasha isn't manipulating him, and so there's a thrill to that. She wants him to, he wants to. This isn't a mission. )
do you want to touch yourself?
( So careful. )
fair's fair.
( But only if she wants. )
[ She can't tell whether or not he's good at this or if he just falls into place with what she wants so well that she's just lucky. Either way, he's being cautious and it makes Natasha smile, because he isn't fighting her for dominance. ]
Maybe. Thinking about you in lace is tempting but right now I'd much rather tell you what to do.
Lick your finger, tell me what you taste like.
Maybe. Thinking about you in lace is tempting but right now I'd much rather tell you what to do.
Lick your finger, tell me what you taste like.
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