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Grantaire sits next to Montparnasse ordering a beer "How much for two broken legs?" He whispers cutting right to the chase. He heard Mont did some dirty work

The dandy was impressed with how quick the cynic was, he liked people who were to the point and didn’t mess around with him. “Depends on the legs.” he however, was never straight to the point.

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He gasps almost falling “Mont! Yes! He moans louder and louder

All the dandy could do was barely hum a laugh as he was too busy with what he was doing, he moved his nimble fingers down the inside of the mans thigh and then moved up to lightly fondle the others balls.

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He snorted and rolled his eyes, turning and holding out his hand. "Enjolras. Someone recommended you to me for getting what I need."

"And, what might you need? I’m a man of many vices, blondie." He shook the others hand with his own, gloved in black leather so he could never leave finger prints.

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"Gavroche?" Montparnasse said lighting up a little, he’d been close to the child for a long time.

Enjolras nodded, looking over at him again. “You know him?”

"Of course, before you folks decided to start taking him in I could barely ever get the little thing off of me." Montparnasse laughed as he rolled and lit up another cigarette. "I was basically like another son to the Thenardiers, not that that meant they treated me much better." he chuckled.

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Claquesous would often find himself having to explain to the oaf the cracks Montparnasse was making as the leader continued talking with Babet. He was content to be underneath his arm; it was a comfortable fit. After finishing his drink, the bartender refilled it for him, which probably wasn't good for anyone involved considering it didn't take much to get Claquesous completely wasted. A few more sips in and he had a hand in Mont's back pocket as he smiled into his neck, listening silently.

Montparnasse was fine with having the man hang off of him, it was years of pining and finally he was there. The hand that had been around the other had moved up to pet through his hair soothingly. Finally, Montparnasse had settled down into a small debate with Brujon on 'which is better?-guns or knives?' which preoccupied the both of them well.

Believe me I've been kicked out enough of them to know | Open starter | Montparnasse and ?

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Cosette was going home after a long night, a small simple smile on her lips as she was quite happy to come home and see Éponine again. She had been looking at the ground as she was daydreaming about her beautiful girlfriend, totally missing the drunk stranger that bumped into her. Her eyes widened with fright at the slender man’s tone and she let out a small sound, trying to brace herself. “I-I’m sorry..”

"You should watch where you're going." he hissed at the girl, almost instantly keeling against a buildings wall to dry heave whatever was in his stomach. He appeared much more disheveled than the usual suave dandy that strutted the streets, his hair a mess and his clothing just a little off. He glared back at the girl. "What?! Never seen a guy drunk of his ass before?"

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Only got a three penny purse | open starter | Babet and ?

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Babet rolled his eyes and covered the poets mouth, leaning in to his ear for a quiet word. "Quiet, or you'll lose more than your teeth." he said with a smirk and then proceeded to punch the other in the face, opening the mans mouth to place his finger in to feel around with what he was working with.

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malefactum

then that’s totally cool

just thought I’d let you know

sketchyfletch

I…am finding this person distressingly attractive

(and I like the message too)

malefactum

IM SORRY BUT THIS HAS 100K NOTES ARE YOU KIDDING ME HLE P I CANT BREATHE I am not worthhyyyy

…sherlock

man-eatingcat

holy balls she’s attractive

yeoldaily

I think I might be questioning my sexuality after this post…(but i love the message as well!)

#holy fuck wha a hottie #minette business

nisiedrawsstuff

Joly and Jehan become more intimately acquainted…

#fuck queue

Montparnasse had been silently watching the guide from afar, covered by the shadows of the seedier side of the old building and keeping a sanguine smirk on his face. He would order himself whiskey and come back day after day to watch the man. The dandy had noted his higher education, which to the man who posed as a bourgeois, seemed like a status symbol that he could latch himself onto. Finally, he walked up to him holding out a leather gloved hand.

Combeferre hadn’t really noticed the other man who had been watching him a lot. Perhaps he’d notice the pretty face or him standing there, but he was always too distracted to pay close attention. Though, when he finally did have time to breathe and not rush around for once, he did notice the other man approaching him and soon holding out his gloved hand. Raising an eyebrow, Combeferre said slowly “Hello”, offering his own hand.

Combeferre laughed, shaking his head. “That’s what would happen if people saw you,” He said, looking at the other. “And I wouldn’t blame them, I mean, you’re beautiful.”

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Montparnasse nearly melted with the others sentiment. "Fuck off, you're going to make me blush." he said with a bit of laughter as he covered his cheeks with his free arm, making sure the man wouldn't be able to see him turning as red as the pizza sauce.

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He was thankful for how dingy the bar was. Their intimacy almost felt private until the rest of the gang showed up and decided to poke fun at their affections, so he pulled away then. Besides, their drinks would get warm if he spent any more time sucking on his neck. He took his and knocked back a sip. It stung on the way down, but it was a good sting, a nice burning sensation that settled deep in his stomach and brought a grin to his lips.

Montparnasse had settled into a discussion with Gueulemer and Babet, two of them laughing while the giant had to work hard to keep up with the jokes. The dandy simply wrapped his arm around Claquesous' shoulder as he spoke to the others.

Grantaire sits next to Montparnasse ordering a beer "How much for two broken legs?" He whispers cutting right to the chase. He heard Mont did some dirty work

The dandy was impressed with how quick the cynic was, he liked people who were to the point and didn’t mess around with him. “Depends on the legs.” he however, was never straight to the point.

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Grantaire’s knees start to go weak and he grabs a handful on Mon’t hair “don’t stop! I’m begging you…”

Montparnasse smirked as he began massaging the other with his tongue and continued travelling the length with his lips.

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His lips were attached to his neck as soon as Montparnasse recognized him, smirking into those kisses as he lay his card on the bar and held up two fingers. Within a few moments, their drinks were on the table and the bartender had opened up a tab in his name, which would become disastrous once the other boys got there. Until then, though, his mind could be at rest.

Montparnasse let his head fall back as the other gave him little kisses and grinned the entire time.

Soon the rest of the men had wandered in, joining them over, a few making comments at the twos public display of affection which only ended in them getting flipped off by Montparnasse with a polite little smile.

Montparnasse had been silently watching the guide from afar, covered by the shadows of the seedier side of the old building and keeping a sanguine smirk on his face. He would order himself whiskey and come back day after day to watch the man. The dandy had noted his higher education, which to the man who posed as a bourgeois, seemed like a status symbol that he could latch himself onto. Finally, he walked up to him holding out a leather gloved hand.

Combeferre hadn’t really noticed the other man who had been watching him a lot. Perhaps he’d notice the pretty face or him standing there, but he was always too distracted to pay close attention. Though, when he finally did have time to breathe and not rush around for once, he did notice the other man approaching him and soon holding out his gloved hand. Raising an eyebrow, Combeferre said slowly “Hello”, offering his own hand.

"I don’t really spend much time on my appearance at all," He admitted, smiling slightly. He took his own piece if pizza. He could honestly stay like this and be completely happy.

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Montparnasse leaned his head back just to continue watching the other, taking his hand and wiping the others face just a little to get a bit of the pizza grease off of him. "Well, if you did it wouldn't be healthy for the rest of us. There would be car accidents everyone would be too busy looking at you." he chuckled.

Grantaire sits next to Montparnasse ordering a beer "How much for two broken legs?" He whispers cutting right to the chase. He heard Mont did some dirty work

The dandy was impressed with how quick the cynic was, he liked people who were to the point and didn’t mess around with him. “Depends on the legs.” he however, was never straight to the point.

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He moans loudly “Mont!”

Montparnasse would have laughed if he weren't in the process of taking the others cock further in his mouth. Finally he took in the others entire length and began moving his lips back and forth over him.

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Claquesous organized their little get-together in no time flat. The boys had the night off. There were no jobs to do. Why not go out and get smashed with their gang? He showed up half an hour late, but so was everyone else. He came up behind a lonely Montparnasse and rested his head on his shoulder, closing in around him like some perv who's been lonely just a bit too long. "Hey gorgeous. Can I buy you a drink?"

At first Montparnasse was ready to punch the guy, then he realized that it was his lover and smiled, leaning back and pressing a kiss to the top of the others head. "Of course you can, bastille whiskey sounds good."

Montparnasse had been silently watching the guide from afar, covered by the shadows of the seedier side of the old building and keeping a sanguine smirk on his face. He would order himself whiskey and come back day after day to watch the man. The dandy had noted his higher education, which to the man who posed as a bourgeois, seemed like a status symbol that he could latch himself onto. Finally, he walked up to him holding out a leather gloved hand.

Combeferre hadn’t really noticed the other man who had been watching him a lot. Perhaps he’d notice the pretty face or him standing there, but he was always too distracted to pay close attention. Though, when he finally did have time to breathe and not rush around for once, he did notice the other man approaching him and soon holding out his gloved hand. Raising an eyebrow, Combeferre said slowly “Hello”, offering his own hand.

Combeferre looked back at Montparnasse when he complimented him. A blush formed on his cheeks and he smiled, looking down at him. “I am?”