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„Monsieur!“ Javert moaned, a high pitched whine coming from his throat when Madeleine pressed another finger inside him, the fourth. He shuddered at the thought of Valjean's large hands — broad calloused fingers, pronounced knuckles. ‚You're taking my cock with such ease, my dear, I wonder, if I could fit my hand inside you,’ he'd said earlier.
„You’re doing so well, my good Inspector,“ Madeleine rasped, voice rough with pleasure. „Just a bit more, can you do that for me?“
Javert arched his back when he curled his fingers, hitting that spot inside him. His cock lay hard and leaking on his belly, untouched and aching. „Yes, Monsieur le Maire. For you. Everything for you.“ The thought of taking this large peasant’s hand had made him apprehensive, but if his Mayor demanded it of him, he was sure he could do it. He was wax in Madeleine's hands, he would mould himself into the form he demanded.
Madeleine’s breath was quick and warm on his sweaty neck. He bowed down, kissing down his neck and chest, teasing his nipple with his tongue while he thrust slowly. Javert gripped the sheets in both hands, groaning helplessly at the pleasure tearing through his body. „Please,“ he whimpered.
„Tell me how it feels, Inspector,“ Madeleine ordered. Javert could feel him positioning his thumb.
„Full, Monsieur, so full and spread and open for you. So good.“
Madeleine’s beard scraped against his skin. „You’ll tell me if it hurts, won’t you, my dear? You know I wouldn’t want that.“
„Yes, Monsieur, it doesn’t.“ It was the truth. They’d been at this for a while, Madeleine slowly fucking him open. Javert shivered when he pulled out, he watched him under heavy lids as he poured more oil over his hand.
„Very good,“ Madeleine crooned with a smile and Javert felt a warm pleasure in his chest. He was doing well, he was pleasing his Mayor.
Madeleine kissed him slowly, sweetly, as he entered him again, thumb joining his fingers. Javert gasped, throwing back his head, when his Mayor’s knuckles stretched him even further.
„Still feel good?“ Madeleine asked, stopping his movements, he nuzzled Javert’s sweat-damp whiskers. He was so soft and gentle in his demands, but there was never any doubt when he was demanding something of him. And Javert was eager to please him.
„Yes.“ Javert’s voice shook when he answered. „Yes, Monsieur le Maire. Please, let me have it all. Let me serve you as you wish it.“
„I’m so pleased with you, Inspector, always so ready to be of service.“
Javert felt him slide in completely, knuckles stimulating him in ways he couldn’t ever have anticipated. He sobbed a moan. He was so close.
„Look at you.“ Madeleine sat back on his haunches, looking down on where they were joined, his voice was husky. „My lovely Inspector, so receptive, taking all of it so eagerly.“ His Mayor held his gaze as he took himself in hand. „You serve me so well, my dear. So obedient and trusting and eager,“ he gasped as he stroked himself.
Javert watched a look of bliss come to his face as he came, his spend coating Javert’s thighs. Madeleine moved his hand and Javert shuddered with pleasure and when he bowed forward and licked the head of his cock he came, long and hard, arching his back. After he’d stopped shuddering, Madeleine slowly eased his hand out of him and laid down beside him.
Javert rolled over and against his Mayor’s large, strong body.
„That was so good, my dear, you please me so well.“
Javert smiled happily.
Valjean woke from a quick nap, Javert still asleep and curled against him. He kissed his forehead and rose, pouring water into the washbowl and carrying it over to clean them both. Javert sighed when he slid a damp cloth over his skin.
„How do you feel, love?“
„Hmm,“ he arched into his touch and smiled at him with half-closed eyes. „Great.“
„Still no pain?“ Javert shook his head and Valjean bowed over him to kiss the tip of his nose. „Good.“
He loved giving Javert all the praise he craved, he enjoyed seeing how much it aroused him. And he loved hearing him call him ‚Monsieur le Maire’, seeing him bow to his wishes and demands so easily. Being able to demand things of him without feeling guilty about it. Watching him take his hand, feeling him loosen around his fingers, his body opening up to him.
Sometimes, in Montreuil-sur-Mer, he’d wished their relationship could be like that. The cold, rigid Inspector Javert giving himself to him completely, bowing to the Mayor’s authority. And knowing now that Javert would have wanted it too. It hadn’t been possible. Javert had already been distrustful of him, seeing his scars would have put any doubt of his identity out of his mind. It felt so wonderful to him that they could share that now, with a delay of ten years and more trust between them. So much trust.
Javert touched his neck to pull him down for a kiss. „Hold me again?“
Valjean embraced him, running his hand up and down his back and Javert snuggled up against him. Oh, he never could have imagined this — how good it would feel to hold the feared Inspector in his arms. But he wasn’t that anymore. He didn’t fear him anymore and Javert wasn’t even in the police now. He had changed so much in the last few years.
Valjean combed his fingers through Javert’s open, still damp, hair. „I love you.“ This was better than anything they could have had in the past, when he’d been hiding his name.
Javert smiled at him, stroking his beard. „I love you too, Jean. I enjoyed that very much.“ He always told him. He knew that Valjean sometimes doubted, often found it hard to speak of his desires.
Valjean kissed him again, unhurriedly, savouring their closeness. He’d never grow tired of this, the love, the bond that had formed between them.