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Very little time had passed since the meeting started and Robespierre's eyelids were already feeling heavy, bored out of his mind for once. It wasn't that he hadn't been sleeping well or anything just nothing was as exciting today, not like the rush he normally felt and he meeting wasn't over anything he really had to pay attention to anyways, it felt like they were just talking to talk. Another speech on updates.. as if he hadn't already seen them himself.
Across the table sat his dearest companion, Louis Antoine de Saint-Just. His gaze shifted to him and it did not go unnoticed. Saint-Just watched him out of the corner of his eye and when he recognized that expression he felt heat rise in his own, starting to feel a bit cocky as well. He shifted a bit in his chair, covering it up by clearing his throat as if he was simply stretching a bit, under the table he kicked his shoe off and propped his leg up on Robespierre's thigh.
Robespierre flinched, that woke him right up, he looked across the table and they locked eyes for a split second. He leaned forward and pushed his chair in and that was all the confirmation Saint-Just needed to keep going.
His foot ran up and down his thigh, slowly inching closer to his middle. Robespierre reached down and held onto his ankle, not stopping him but stroking it and guiding him further up, holding in a whimper. Saint-Just pressed down a bit more harshly on his upper thigh, the sound of fabric on fabric could definitely be heard at this point. This teasing continued until the meeting ended earlier than expected.. probably because they made everyone uncomfortable.
Saint-Just quickly put his leg back down and slid his shoe back on, grazing Robespierre's crotch as he did, which caused the other man to actually let out a huff this time. He slid his coat on and wasted no time grabbing Robespierre's and tossing it to him so they could get out as quickly as possible.
"Tu es fatigué?" He looked back at him and held the door open. "Envie d'aller aux bains publics?" He added shortly after, a cheeky grin formed on his face, he knew what he was implying.
Robespierre practically shoved him as soon as he heard that offer, not wanting to waste time.
–I ain't writing allat (They're in the bathhouse now)
Robespierre was already so close that their thighs were touching the moment he sat in the water. He wraps his arm around the younger man and presses his lips against the side of his head, whispering something even knowing well they were alone at that hour.
"Tu deviens plus audacieux, de quoi s'agissait-il?" His head lowers a bit, brushing the man's longer hair out of the way of his neck and setting it over his shoulder.
Saint-Just reaches up and pulls Robespierre closer from the back of his head, making him finally press a kiss just a bit below his jawline, causing Robespierre to cut straight to the point as he shifted to grab onto his "right-hand man" more firmly. He pressed his lips against his own now, mumbling something about distractions.
Meanwhile Saint-Just slid his hands down the man's torso and onto his hips, caressing the area before one continued to move even lower. Maximilian broke from their kiss (face eating atp bruh) to look down to see his hand already wrapped around his dick, only his thumb circling around the tip for now, the older man leaned back and finally made some noise, still under the impression nobody was there at this hour at least.
Robespierre was still holding onto the nape of the man's neck and pulled him in so that he was straddling him now, clearly not patient enough as water had sloshed out of the edge of the tub. Just could care less, he only took a moment to get comfortable on his lap before he began moving his hand up and down lightly for now. One hand was on the lawyers chest too now, Louis grinned over it all and he looked absolutely beautiful in the process. An angel. His longer, wet hair clung to his face and framed it perfectly, that sight alone was nearly all it took for Robespierre to let loose on the spot.
"J'attends quelque chose en retour. Simplement, je préférerais être au sec et à l'aise." Just changed his grip below and teased with his tone.
It wasn't hard to get Maximilian worked up.. or not for that "Saint" at least. The warmth of the water, that friction and the gorgeous sight on top of it was all it took for him to release into the water (public bathhouse mind you wtf). All he wanted at that very moment was to play out Saint-Just's wishes.
"Qu'attendons-nous ?" He breathed out, pushing his back off the edge of the tub.