“Really? Are you?” Courfeyrac breathed into his ear, nipping at the lobe
"Oh, ah….yeah. Yeah, I did." Courfeyrac said softly, not looking up at him, glancing back into the cafe instead. "I actually brought him along today, so the others could meet him."
Grantaire whimpered, “Please, I promise I’ll be a good boy—” he panted and kissed him deeply
Courfeyrac kissed him back, rocking his hips back against his. “You better be, better be a good boy.” he murmured against his lips
"I will!" He assured him with a nod of his head
"What is there to talk about?"
"Enjolras—" he said quietly, "Please don’t cry.."
"Leave me alone!" He said, louder. "You’ve done enough."
"Please don’t cry over me.. I’m not worth it." He said not moving away from him
"No, you’re not worth anything. Now go. Away."
"Please don’t cry—" he said quietly, gently placing a hand on his shoulder
Enjolras pushed him off. “You’ve done enough!” He shouted, angrily.
"Don’t send me away.. Please-" he said softly, "Let me help."
one time Grantaire was painting a mural on the side of the art buildings and Courf was with him and he kept taking photos of him when he wasn’t looking and sending them to Enjolras like
whoops, that’s not the mural, that’s Grantaire
silly me, that’s R bending over
oh no, Grantaire lost his shirt
And Enjolras is all annoyed and keeps telling him to go away, but he still opens every picture because oh my gOD THOSE JEANS ARE TIGHT