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The sight of Valjean reclined on the bed, his gaze held steady, drove Javert wild. The strand of loose white hair that fell forward over the other man’s face did not go unnoticed. Valjean gave Javert a look which beckoned him closer, moving to hold himself over Valjean, with an arm either side of his head as he laid back further to stare up at Javert. 

There was a knowing glint in his dark eyes, barely slits with his tender smile, and the beast that rested in the pit of Javert’s stomach wriggled and writhed in a way that made him feel dizzy. He felt a hand snake its way around the waist of his trousers, fingers dipping below and burrowing like weasels until they found skin below the tucked shirt. The feather-light touch on Javert’s side made him twitch, and he tensed his jaw to stop himself from collapsing on top of the man below him.

His shirt was lifted further, the chill of the room’s air immediately cancelled out by Valjean’s wide palm. Javert’s eyelids fluttered, and he leaned down slowly to ghost his lips across the other man’s bristled cheek, causing a gentle chuckle to rumble from the depth of Valjean’s solid chest. The sound hitched a lump in Javert’s throat.

Valjean let out a breathy sigh, and Javert felt a second hand start sneaking up his arm, the touch regrettably separated by the shirt that still hung from his broad shoulders, but making his hairs stand on end regardless. Eventually the hand reached those shoulders, the two men's arms tangled together like vines. Javert savoured the feeling, the pressure reassuring, but suddenly Valjean’s grip with both hands tightened, and before he had any time to process it, Javert found himself swiftly and somewhat roughly flipped onto his back. 

Javert’s entire body felt like it had been lit on fire the way every nerve ending was suddenly on high-alert and his temperature rose remarkably fast. He knew it showed on his face when his cheeks and ears burned so hot he could’ve cooked a steak. The same heat dropped straight to his crotch, and suddenly he felt uncomfortable in his trousers. 

His mind came to a complete standstill, and he froze entirely. It must have been obvious, as Valjean swooped down and kissed his brow, which had for once loosened from its usual taut state in Javert’s shock.

“Well, don’t you look divine like this?” he hummed, and introduced Javert to the wisdom that even when you think you can’t possibly feel hotter, you can. His entire body felt like a furnace, and that beast in his gut squirmed still, hideously aware of every sensation across his body which slowly became more bare as Valjean took the lead. He made no effort to remove Javert’s shirt, only pulling it up until his chest lay uncovered, so that he could run his fingers through the thatch of black hair that spread itself across his torso.

In an effort to stop himself from promptly floating into the atmosphere - a real threat with how light-headed he felt - he tangled their legs together the best he could, and lifted his hands to grip Valjean’s waist for dear life when the man lowered himself to press their hips together, sharing burning heat between their legs. 

Despite Javert assuring himself that he’d be in control during their intimate interactions, he felt marginally more comfortable underneath Valjean’s tender hand than he did vice versa. He decided that now wasn’t the time to do some inner thinking about what that might mean, as he felt another hot flash wave over his body as Valjean began uttering hushed praises and compliments against Javert’s jaw and neck, punctuated with the occasional kiss. He gripped tighter around Valjean’s back, pulling him impossibly closer, sighing the occasional yes as he closed his eyes and let Valjean do with him as he wished.