[There's a thrill to being someone's first gay experience. Grantaire has done it before, in those situations where pulling pigtails got a more positive response than expected. What was once just a rush from knowing something about friends and enemies that no one else did became something different as he grew older. It became notches in his belt, the means to an agenda--no, not an agenda. That would imply actively seeking these mostly straight boys out. He simply got a kick out of proving himself right, proving that sexual preference is a social construct that humanity only subscribes to because the herd tells it to. Maybe if he were less busted, more pleasant to look at, he would have more notches on his metaphorical belt, or more gay women who made them up. Or, maybe he wouldn't, maybe his favorite one night stands wouldn't be nearly as comfortable around him if he were Jehan or Enjolras, beautiful, elegant and confusing.
Either way, Marius is a treat, one he's going to laugh about and hold over his head at a later date. He chuckles against Marius' lips with a grin, his fingers working open his friend's belt.]
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Either way, Marius is a treat, one he's going to laugh about and hold over his head at a later date. He chuckles against Marius' lips with a grin, his fingers working open his friend's belt.]