( 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. )
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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.