Although Javert tended to be the one to receive between the two, Valjean enjoyed from time to time to change it up a bit. He did not, however, know this was what he wanted.
The thought of tight ropes binding his hands seemed to be the most appealing version, as chains brought back terrible memories he did not wish to associate with sex. When he had suggested this to Javert, the inspector had lifted a brow and searched his face for any indication of a joke. When nothing like that had been found on his face he had simply shrugged and muttered a “if that’s what you’d like” and returned to his newspaper. Valjean had chuckled and moved over to kiss him on the tip of his nose as a thank you. A wrinkle of the very same nose and been his response back.

So that’s his situation, hands tied tightly to the bed with a strong rope even he can’t break without real force. His legs are spread widely for the inspector to please himself with, though there is no rope for them, the wrist should be enough for this nights entertainment.
When there’s no response Javert grins, and continues his ministrations. His mouth reaches the edge of Valjean’s trousers where his teeth nip teasingly at the fabric.
Mon dieu his breath is so hot… (2)
“Javert...”
He stops moving again.
“Oh? Is it Javert now?” He lifts his head. “No, that won’t do. You started this and now you can’t go back, it’s monsieur to you.”
Valjean bites his bottom lip, staring back with clear hesitation. No doubt it brings a thrilling feeling to him at the demand, but he knows succumbing to his lover will only make him cocky for the next couple of weeks. Does he really want that?
“Unless you wish for me to stop…” Javert makes a move to abandon him completely.
“No please...!”
“Please...?”
Valjean glares at him. His needs apparently stronger than his pride.
Javert is rather cute when he is cocky anyway…
“Please… Monsieur”
He is quickly rewarded as Javert’s head quickly ducks back to work and continues where he stopped, his hot mouth now tracing his hardening ♥♥♥♥ through his trousers eagerly. Desperately he tries to focus on breathing.
The inspector has a remarkably skilled tongue which his eagerness only seem to milk every pleasure taken from it. The hot breath of his mouth runs teasingly slow at the tip, then works it’s way down the length, his teeth scraping teasingly along it just to make Valjean gasp and buck his hips forward. At the same time Javert decides to squeeze his balls, making him shut his eyes tightly and swear under his breath. All this and he hasn’t even been stripped yet. A dreadful thought comes to mind then.
He is going to strip him completely, right?
“Monsieur je vous en supplie…” (3)
Dark eyes flick up but he does not stop, they are full of mischief. He swallows nervously.
“I mean it, if you keep this up I won’t last…” he tries to warn him, relieved to see that he seems to resign at that.
Slowly he begins to pull down the last of the offending clothing, tossing it off the bed unimportantly.
Now that his manhood is exposed entirely Valjean feels a sense of relief, at least like this he can enjoy himself properly…
Javert leaves the bed and roams around the room only to return shortly with a bottle of oil in his hands. He smiles deviously as he crawls back on top of Valjean, using the oil to render his right hand slick. Valjean gulps.
Before he can say anything Javert is over him, his body arched like a cat ready to jump at its prey. He attacks his lips with his own and shoves his tongue into his mouth demandingly. Valjean eagerly responds, groaning as the previously mentioned hand wraps itself around his manhood.
He releases his lips shortly after, eyes dark with lust.
“I am going to cover every single plain spot of your skin.” The hand begins to move in a slow rhythm, slowly working up speed.
“And mark you until there’s nothing left to mark” It’s so ludicrously slow Valjean can only gasp and beg with his eyes for more.