Subtaire? Being cute? Only if you’re feeling it oc
Anon, you were so fast, I removed that post like, five minutes after posting it - you deserve a smallish ficlet. Especially when asking for subtaire.
“I don’t wish for anyone to ever be in love,” muttered Grantaire sagely. “Being in love is a pain; it’s torture; it makes you reckless, or restless, or both; it turns a good man into an idiot; Better be a Mercutio than a Romeo… they both die, but one dies for his friend, which is much more honourable. And they say love is the weapon of women! I declare it is not, or there would be no fate such as Ophelia’s. I can see what people may think; Grantaire is mumbling about love, it’s because he’s been rejected; he’s been deemed too ugly, too annoying, and sent back to the corner, which makes him moan and bemoan! Well people are wrong, like often. I am very happy indeed. Only I know how foul love is, even when you think you have it; I have mastered the art of loving; I can love better than anyone. And then what! I cannot think; I cannot drink, I cannot eat, I am all absorbed in nothingness, waiting for another word, another kiss -”
“Grantaire,” Enjolras cut him off with both fondness and exasperation. “You said you’d be quiet if I let you stay at my feet.”
“I did, didn’t I?” pondered Grantaire, looking up to him and dropping a kiss on his knee. “See? This is terrible to leave me without some kind of gag; that we’d agreed upon as well, I believe it was last night. Therefore since it pleases you to be in charge, one could argue it is all your fault; but worry not, my love, Sir, I’m all ready to take the blame, and the punishment; I am at your disposal immediately.”
Enjolras’ lips twitched. “Was it your big plan to get me to spank you?”
“Oh don’t judge; you’re the planner between us. It’s working, isn’t it? I’m being very annoying.”
He grinned winningly at his lover. Enjolras hesitated a second, thoughtful, and then, he slowly took off his cravat. Grantaire straightened up in anticipation, and even willingly opened his mouth when Enjolras pushed the cravat between his lips. Once it was full with the cloth, Enjolras bent over, and kissed his forehead.
“I don’t feel like indulging you,” he whispered, firm and just a little bit cold, sending a delicious thrill in Grantaire’s spin. “Now you’ll be quiet while I work, and maybe if you’re good you’ll get your ass beaten at some point. And don’t look at me like that - I know spanking is a favor, and not at all a punishment with you. Now, get on your hands and knees. I could always use a footrest.”
Grantaire, delighted beyond measure, obeyed promptly.
