Grantaire sucked on his neck, “Like I said. Anything for you.. I’ll do anything you ask me.”
Enjolras hummed in contentment, fingers threading through Grantaire’s hair. “I’m falling in love with you,” he murmured, voice a foggy haze of contentment, surety, and want.
Grantaire beamed, “Really? I love you baby. So much. It hurts sometimes how much I love you and want to make you happy.” He kissed him softly