Of The Night

The night was all you had You ran into the night from all you had Found yourself a path upon the ground You ran into the night; you can't be found - Independant roleplay blog for Montparnasse from Les Miserables.

[yourleastfavouritefriend]

sex dice

blow on - neck

Jehan smiled as he saw the other, draping his arms around his waist gently, resting his chin on Montparnasse’s shoulder and smiling, “Bonjour, cher.” He teased, before softly blowing on his neck, moving close so his lips barely tickled his skin as he did.

[luxury-violence]

"Why, of course. When am I not a gentleman?" he asked with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. "I have being a gentleman down to an art."

[yourleastfavouritefriend]

He shook his head a little and raised his brows before beckoning the other closer, “Then show me what you can do.” He sat on the bed and looked up at the other, head tipped to the side.

[luxury-violence]

He grinned widely at him and sat on his lap so he was straddling him, taking his face softly in his hands and kissing him with surprising tenderness.

[luxury-violence]

'sex dice'

squeeze ass

For once in his life, Montparnasse had to admit Jehan had managed to not dress like he’d been dragged kicking and screaming through a thrift shop. He looked him up and down appreciatively, then slid a hand into his back pocket and gave his ass a generous squeeze. “You look delicious in these jeans,” he purred into his ear, leaning in close.

[luxury-violence]

"Oh yes, I’ll actually pay. I’m really not certain you could leg it from a restaurant in jeans that tight," he teased playfully. 

[yourleastfavouritefriend]

He laughed and kissed him on the cheek, “That’s not true, I can run very fast in tight jeans.” He pulled a face at him and then smiled.

[luxury-violence]

"Maybe you can, but you won't half to. I'll behave myself and pay like a good little government drone. Although, I wouldn't mind watching you run in those jeans."

[luxury-violence]

'sex dice'

squeeze ass

For once in his life, Montparnasse had to admit Jehan had managed to not dress like he’d been dragged kicking and screaming through a thrift shop. He looked him up and down appreciatively, then slid a hand into his back pocket and gave his ass a generous squeeze. “You look delicious in these jeans,” he purred into his ear, leaning in close.

[luxury-violence]

"Wherever you want, kitten. It’s your choice, I’ll treat you to anything you like, and I’ll even pay like a good law abiding citizen."

[yourleastfavouritefriend]

He gasped dramatically, “You’ll even pay?” He teased pulling him along and beaming, “I know exactly where to go.”

[luxury-violence]

"Oh yes, I'll actually pay. I'm really not certain you could leg it from a restaurant in jeans that tight," he teased playfully. 

[yourleastfavouritefriend]

sex dice

blow on - neck

Jehan smiled as he saw the other, draping his arms around his waist gently, resting his chin on Montparnasse’s shoulder and smiling, “Bonjour, cher.” He teased, before softly blowing on his neck, moving close so his lips barely tickled his skin as he did.

[luxury-violence]

"Definitely." He gave him a sharklike grin and tugged on his arm impatiently.

[yourleastfavouritefriend]

He smiled and lead Montparnasse up to his bedroom, smiling back at him and letting out a low chuckle. “How do you plan on treating me? Like a gentleman?”

[luxury-violence]

"Why, of course. When am I not a gentleman?" he asked with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. "I have being a gentleman down to an art."

[yourleastfavouritefriend]

sex dice

blow on - neck

Jehan smiled as he saw the other, draping his arms around his waist gently, resting his chin on Montparnasse’s shoulder and smiling, “Bonjour, cher.” He teased, before softly blowing on his neck, moving close so his lips barely tickled his skin as he did.

[luxury-violence]

"You dirty little thing," he said appreciatively, giving him a wink and wrapping an arm around his waist. "Feeding the ducks will have to wait, I’m afraid cher."

[yourleastfavouritefriend]

Jehan chuckled and looked up at him, “I’m sure they can wait.” He pressed closed to Montparnasse with a fond smile, “Take me to bed?”

[luxury-violence]

"Definitely." He gave him a sharklike grin and tugged on his arm impatiently.

[luxury-violence]

'sex dice'

squeeze ass

For once in his life, Montparnasse had to admit Jehan had managed to not dress like he’d been dragged kicking and screaming through a thrift shop. He looked him up and down appreciatively, then slid a hand into his back pocket and gave his ass a generous squeeze. “You look delicious in these jeans,” he purred into his ear, leaning in close.

[luxury-violence]

"Hmm, I think so. But you’ll have to pick the restaurant, fine food isn’t exactly in my repertoire," he chuckled softly, offering his arm like a true gentleman.

[yourleastfavouritefriend]

Jehan took his arm and thought for a moment, “I don’t know many places but we can go to a small restaurant not far from here, it’s sweet.”  

[luxury-violence]

"Wherever you want, kitten. It's your choice, I'll treat you to anything you like, and I'll even pay like a good law abiding citizen."

[yourleastfavouritefriend]

sex dice

blow on - neck

Jehan smiled as he saw the other, draping his arms around his waist gently, resting his chin on Montparnasse’s shoulder and smiling, “Bonjour, cher.” He teased, before softly blowing on his neck, moving close so his lips barely tickled his skin as he did.

[luxury-violence]

"And here I thought you’d have some great plan to whisk me off. No romantic walks on a beach at sunset? Feeding the ducks together?"

[yourleastfavouritefriend]

Jehan chuckled and shook his head, “Non, I have no ideas that don’t involve going to bed.” He teased, kissing his neck delicately, “But if you would rather feed the ducks—”

[luxury-violence]

"You dirty little thing," he said appreciatively, giving him a wink and wrapping an arm around his waist. "Feeding the ducks will have to wait, I'm afraid cher."

[luxury-violence]

'sex dice'

squeeze ass

For once in his life, Montparnasse had to admit Jehan had managed to not dress like he’d been dragged kicking and screaming through a thrift shop. He looked him up and down appreciatively, then slid a hand into his back pocket and gave his ass a generous squeeze. “You look delicious in these jeans,” he purred into his ear, leaning in close.

[luxury-violence]

"No, I just have a true opinion of you,” he said truthfully, completely unable to see how Jehan couldn’t understand that he was beautiful.

[yourleastfavouritefriend]

He smiled weakly and rested his head down on the other’s shoulder for a moment, “You’re sweet.” He hummed, “Shall we go for dinner so you can admire my figure?” 

[luxury-violence]

"Hmm, I think so. But you'll have to pick the restaurant, fine food isn't exactly in my repertoire," he chuckled softly, offering his arm like a true gentleman.

[yourleastfavouritefriend]

sex dice

blow on - neck

Jehan smiled as he saw the other, draping his arms around his waist gently, resting his chin on Montparnasse’s shoulder and smiling, “Bonjour, cher.” He teased, before softly blowing on his neck, moving close so his lips barely tickled his skin as he did.

[luxury-violence]

"However you want, petit chaton," he said immediately, pressing close to him with a content look. "We’ll do whatever you like."

[yourleastfavouritefriend]

Jehan smiled up at him and shrugged a little, “I have no ideas in my mind.” He traced a gentle finger along his jawline.

[luxury-violence]

"And here I thought you'd have some great plan to whisk me off. No romantic walks on a beach at sunset? Feeding the ducks together?"

[luxury-violence]

'sex dice'

squeeze ass

For once in his life, Montparnasse had to admit Jehan had managed to not dress like he’d been dragged kicking and screaming through a thrift shop. He looked him up and down appreciatively, then slid a hand into his back pocket and gave his ass a generous squeeze. “You look delicious in these jeans,” he purred into his ear, leaning in close.

[luxury-violence]

"Because you’re fucking pretty is why," he insisted, kissing him fiercely to get him to stop arguing. "You are gorgeous and you look gorgeous in these jeans so stop arguing with me."

[yourleastfavouritefriend]

Jehan kissed him back and bit his own lip to stop himself arguing back again, “You have such a high opinion of me.” 

[luxury-violence]

"No, I just have a true opinion of you," he said truthfully, completely unable to see how Jehan couldn't understand that he was beautiful.

[yourleastfavouritefriend]

sex dice

blow on - neck

Jehan smiled as he saw the other, draping his arms around his waist gently, resting his chin on Montparnasse’s shoulder and smiling, “Bonjour, cher.” He teased, before softly blowing on his neck, moving close so his lips barely tickled his skin as he did.

[luxury-violence]

"I didn’t exactly say it wasn’t," he agreed, kissing him back as best he could at the awkward angle and letting his hands rest on top of Jehan’s. "The sentiment is returned, kitten. We ought to do it more often, I think."

[yourleastfavouritefriend]

Jehan laughed a little and kissed him delicately and let out a soft hum, “Oui, we should, “How should we spend more time together?”

[luxury-violence]

"However you want, petit chaton," he said immediately, pressing close to him with a content look. "We'll do whatever you like."

[luxury-violence]

'sex dice'

squeeze ass

For once in his life, Montparnasse had to admit Jehan had managed to not dress like he’d been dragged kicking and screaming through a thrift shop. He looked him up and down appreciatively, then slid a hand into his back pocket and gave his ass a generous squeeze. “You look delicious in these jeans,” he purred into his ear, leaning in close.

[luxury-violence]

"Of course I think you’re pretty, you never looked in a mirror?" He straightened up a little primly. "I can find whoever I want pretty, and I happen to find you pretty.”

[yourleastfavouritefriend]

He let out a soft laugh and shook his head, “Of course I have but I don’t find myself pretty.” He murmured before blushing brighter at the other’s words, “Why?”

[luxury-violence]

"Because you’re fucking pretty is why," he insisted, kissing him fiercely to get him to stop arguing. "You are gorgeous and you look gorgeous in these jeans so stop arguing with me."

[luxury-violence]

'sex dice'

squeeze ass

For once in his life, Montparnasse had to admit Jehan had managed to not dress like he’d been dragged kicking and screaming through a thrift shop. He looked him up and down appreciatively, then slid a hand into his back pocket and gave his ass a generous squeeze. “You look delicious in these jeans,” he purred into his ear, leaning in close.

[luxury-violence]

"Or, I could just take you to dinner and spend the night admiring how much they hug your figure." He ran his hands over the curve of his ass with a grin. "I wouldn’t say no to a fancy meal with a pretty boy on my arm, after all."

[yourleastfavouritefriend]

Jehan blushed faintly, looking up at Montparnasse through his eyelashes, “They really look that good? And you think I’m pretty?” He frowned a little, “Someone who looks as beautiful as you shouldn’t find me pretty.” 

[luxury-violence]

"Of course I think you're pretty, you never looked in a mirror?" He straightened up a little primly. "I can find whoever I want pretty, and I happen to find you pretty."

[luxury-violence]

'sex dice'

squeeze ass

For once in his life, Montparnasse had to admit Jehan had managed to not dress like he’d been dragged kicking and screaming through a thrift shop. He looked him up and down appreciatively, then slid a hand into his back pocket and gave his ass a generous squeeze. “You look delicious in these jeans,” he purred into his ear, leaning in close.

[luxury-violence]

He made a show of sighing dramatically. “You want me to actually pay for something? Oh cher, the things I do for you,” he teased with a low chuckle. “I love the jeans. Very flattering.”

[yourleastfavouritefriend]

"Flattering in what way?" He turned so he was pressed up close to the other’s chest. "Tell me how much you love my butt in these jeans and you don’t have to buy me dinner at all." 

[luxury-violence]

"Or, I could just take you to dinner and spend the night admiring how much they hug your figure." He ran his hands over the curve of his ass with a grin. "I wouldn't say no to a fancy meal with a pretty boy on my arm, after all."

[yourleastfavouritefriend]

sex dice

blow on - neck

Jehan smiled as he saw the other, draping his arms around his waist gently, resting his chin on Montparnasse’s shoulder and smiling, “Bonjour, cher.” He teased, before softly blowing on his neck, moving close so his lips barely tickled his skin as he did.

[yourleastfavouritefriend]

Jehan giggled at that and shrugged a little, “I thought it would be nice.” He pouted and then pressed a kiss to the corner of the other’s lips. He slipped his hands down the other’s front, resting them at the waist of his jeans, “I like spending time with you, cher amour.”

[luxury-violence]

"I didn't exactly say it wasn't," he agreed, kissing him back as best he could at the awkward angle and letting his hands rest on top of Jehan's. "The sentiment is returned, kitten. We ought to do it more often, I think."

[luxury-violence]

'sex dice'

squeeze ass

For once in his life, Montparnasse had to admit Jehan had managed to not dress like he’d been dragged kicking and screaming through a thrift shop. He looked him up and down appreciatively, then slid a hand into his back pocket and gave his ass a generous squeeze. “You look delicious in these jeans,” he purred into his ear, leaning in close.

[yourleastfavouritefriend]

Jehan leaned back into him and looked up at the other through his eyelashes, “M’sieur at least buy me dinner first.” He murmured softly, chuckling at the other’s actions, “You like the jeans?”

[luxury-violence]

He made a show of sighing dramatically. "You want me to actually pay for something? Oh cher, the things I do for you," he teased with a low chuckle. "I love the jeans. Very flattering."

[yourleastfavouritefriend]

sex dice

blow on - neck

Jehan smiled as he saw the other, draping his arms around his waist gently, resting his chin on Montparnasse’s shoulder and smiling, “Bonjour, cher.” He teased, before softly blowing on his neck, moving close so his lips barely tickled his skin as he did.

[luxury-violence]

Montparnasse turned a little to look over his shoulder, giving him a half-smirk in greeting. "Well hello kitten. Is there a particular reason you're blowing on me? Are you trying to cool me down because I'm so hot?" he snickered, blowing his an exaggerated kiss.