s.b. erotica

a work featuring montparnasse pleasuring himself entitled: "Montparnasty"

ur art is like leyendecker and boucher had a child

hey so this might be weird but im writing a fic that's loosely based on one of your pieces, and I was wondering if some prince!enjolras domming grantaire and jehan sounds good to you?????¿¿ cause its gonna exist anyways and I might as well dedicate it to you I mean come on right

(6) "It will be much worse for you when I get you on a bed tonight," says Grantaire, and Jehan sucks on his bleeding lip and comes hard under Grantaire's upstroke. "Do you swear?" Jehan murmurs, as Grantaire gives a final drive into him and comes hot and hard, Jehan flush to the wall. "Consider it a vow," says Grantaire.

(5) He's fucking furiously, and now that Jehan is used to the stretch he can't get enough of Grantaire. "All the better for me, then," Jehan gasps, philosophical, as Grantaire drives into him. Grantaire stops tugging at his hair to tug on Jehan's cock instead, eliciting the first cry Jehan can't choke down. Do they imagine it, or is there pause from the chatter inside the Musain's backroom? Have they been heard?

(4) He punctuates the statement with the pounding of his cock, as Jehan bites his lip until it bleeds to stay quiet. "As usual. I will have better luck waiting for Judgment Day, than for Enjolras." Jehan rides back against him, encouraging, palm splayed to the wall, clutching plaster. Grantaire drops his head to the juncture of Jehan's shoulder, tugs the cloth away, and bites down hard enough to hurt. His hand moves into Jehan's hair and makes a fist that pulls back as Grantaire pushes in.

(3) He gets Jehan hitched to the wall with just enough leverage, then slides into him with a groan. Jehan echoes it, full-up with little preparation and stretched to his limits, taken roughly, the way Grantaire knows he likes best. "Enjolras," says Grantaire, hands finding bruising purchase on Jehan's hips, "Enjolras," and he thrusts with each invocation of the name, thrusts deep and hard, a third time, catching his breath, "Enjolras did nothing."

(2) Jehan squirms with mixed delight and trepidation. "You were the one who said never in the Musain," he points out, a whisper. Grantaire responds with a third finger and a gruff, "I misspoke." Jehan tilts his head to look at him. Grantaire's eyes are fixed and fiery in the dark, his lips a hard line. Jehan says, arching an eyebrow, "What did Enjolras do?" and Grantaire takes his fingers out, lines up his cock instead.

(1) Jehan gasps as he is grabbed from behind in the dark hall in the back of the Musain -- but it's Grantaire, of course it's Grantaire. Grantaire has him quickly pressed face-first against the wall and is breathing heavily at Jehan's neck. He smells of brandy and Joly's cigarettes. His hands are insistent and are already working Jehan's trousers down. His fingers are slick with oil, Jehan discovers, when two penetrate him without preamble.