Could you talk some more about domFerre with subs Enjolras and Grantaire? More headcanons about the developing relationship, a longer peek at one of their scenes, wherever the muse takes you!
(Because youāve always been there, Anon, hereās Part Two forĀ this. Hope itās alright that the developing relationship part sort of overtook the smut part this time.)
It really is perfectā until Combeferre starts to fall in love.
Weeks have passed before he starts to notice, which only happens because Courfeyrac catches him staring at Enjolras and Grantaire as they flirt on the other side of the Musainās back room, pining in a way that looks far too much like how Enjolras and Grantaire used to pine after each other.
The others donāt really get it, of course; after all, Combeferre has two of the hottest subs in the world at his feet, sometimes literally. What is there to complain about? What is there to pine after?
Combeferre knows his subsā limitations, knows that theyāre truly dedicated only to one another, knows that thereās no room for a third outside of their bedroom.
He just canāt understand why that revelation is so devastating to him.
His pent-up affections start to pour into their scenes, those small moments in the night where Combeferre has the two all to himself.
Enjolras is used to Combeferre staying mostly hands-off, only touching him when itās vital to the scene, so heās surprised when Combeferreās fingers run along his arms even after heās done binding them up, or when those fingers occasionally grace his hair for no other reason than to feel its softness.
Grantaire is used to Combeferre indulging his minor masochistic side with rough and demanding gestures, so heās surprised when thereās a stroke on his cheek where there would normally be a smack, sending an entirely different kind of jolt through him.
Combeferre no longer becomes a mere observer, a voice who tells Grantaire and Enjolras what to do to each other, a backdrop to set the scene for them both.
Donāt get him wrong; he really, really loves watching Grantaire and Enjolras make out with each other for his amusement, or explore the otherās body under careful instruction, or fuck each other raw at the drop of a hat.
But it drives him crazy to wonder what it would be like to have his hands so tenderly running along Enjolrasās torso, what it would be like if he claimed Grantaireās lips so eagerly.
With each scene, he tests the waters, slipping from sturdy and demanding dom to caressing and gentle lover, making himself the centerpiece of scenes instead of lounging off to the side, creating scenes that are less about sex and more about careful exploration.
Grantaire and Enjolras notice, of course, but they arenāt bothered by it enough to bring it up.
Grantaire finds something quite interesting about sharing his boyfriend, seeing him moan from another manās touch, begging at said manās feet to make him moan, too.
And Enjolras is merely content to do whatever his dom says, regardless of whoās touching him or which one of them has their tongue in his mouth, as long as he can empty his mind and simply take in the pleasure.
Thereās one particular night, a few months into their mutually agreed arrangement, where Combeferre takes particular interest in this new intimacy.
He has them on their knees, looking up at him with beautifully eager eyes, the collars around their necks attached to him with short leashes.
Those eyes stay on him as Combeferre kneels down, a hand resting on the back of Grantaireās neck before he pulls him forward by the leash, forcing their lips to meet.
But the motion is not without an odd gentleness, and Grantaire becomes impatient as his dom opens up his lips with one painfully slow movement of his tongue.
The hand that isnāt on Grantaireās leash presses against his warm chest, feeling for the muscles there, sensing a small shiver.
He moves his lips carefully, rhythmically, and Grantaire meets them at an equal pace, forcing himself not to fervently seek the taste of his dom, instead letting it slowly settle on his tongue.
Combeferre draws Enjolrasās leash toward him, which Enjolras barely seems to notice in his hazy state, and then Combeferre weaves his hand into the blondās thick, silky hair.
He moves his lips from Grantaireās to Enjolrasās, pulling a small whine of protest from Grantaire, whose mouth suddenly feels incomplete against the cold air.
Combeferre takes the taste of Grantaire with him, combining it with his own as he enters the space between Enjolrasās plush lips.
Enjolras easily opens for him, never one to resist the warmth of one of his partners entering him in some way.
This kiss is more brief, perhaps because Combeferre has known Enjolras for so much longer, has always been such a close friend to him, and he canāt bring himself to risk going too far.
He surprises himself, then, when he accidentally murmurs something along the lines of I love you.
Grantaire, catching this, immediately calls out the safeword, andā no, Combeferre, no one is hurt, calm downā everyone is abruptly pulled from their comfortable head-space.
The collars come off, and Combeferre is immediately up and about, going into full aftercare mode, even as Grantaire insists that heās fine, that they had barely even gotten into the scene, and Enjolras insists the same.
Combeferre nonetheless throws himself into his self-assumed task until Grantaire finally sighs and takes him by the arm, which causesĀ Combeferre to stop in his tracks, looking at the two subs with anxiety-heated cheeks and a guarded expression.
He is certain that he has just crossed the line he was so careful to avoid, and that now he wouldnāt even be able to dominate for them, which is somehow worse than pining at close proximity, because now Enjolras and Grantaire are just going to be sexually repressed and unhappy again, and furthermoreā
Grantaire asks him on a date.
As it turns out, Enjolras and Grantaire have been discussing this for a while now; after all, they arenāt oblivious, and Combeferre has been pining pretty heavily.
Besides, theyāve enjoyed Combeferreās company for so long, and theyāre both clearly attracted to him given the fact that theyāve been having sex with him for months, so why not try to make room for their beloved dom and dear friend outside of their bedroom?
It turns out to be a smooth transition, and when the others catch Combeferre holding both of his partnersā hands on the way to the Musain, it doesnāt come as a surprise.
In fact, they stop making bets on when the three were going to sort shit out and get together once and for all.
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