lathori asked: Babe. THE smut fic. You know the one. E x R, what we've been talking about. /Please/ write it? /Please/ <3 E
Aaaaand here we go with the smut. I don’t write smut much, mostly just on request. So I dunno how this came out. But it’s definitely smut. NSFW. Possibly NSF-Anywhere. Also it like…cold opens to sex, so. There is no plot here.
Grantaire tugged at the long ends of the cord, tightening the coil winding about the outside. It scraped along the taut length stretching to the headboard, a faint but audible sound, and he glanced down.
“Too tight?” he asked quietly, letting his fingers trail down to slip into the gap between Enjolras’ wrist and the five loops of white cotton binding him to the bed. He could still fit two fingers comfortably beside Enjolras’ delicate wrist, and the touch made Enjolras’ eyes flicker open. The usually bright honey color was a little hazy, distracted. “Mon ange,” Grantaire prompted.
“You’re fine,” Enjolras said, blinking until his gaze was clearer. Grantaire nodded and finished tucking the loose ends away until the knot was secure. He ducked, pressed a kiss to the long, deft fingers, and saw Enjolras close his eyes again.
