pontmercyfriend | It's the bough we break to blow away. [Backdated to 4/2/16]

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It's the bough we break to blow away. [Backdated to 4/2/16]

In spite of their conversations wanting to plan a weekend getaway for themselves, Marius jumps at the chance to get out of the city with Rat following the Founder's Day celebrations. Marius calls Courfeyrac to arrange for the care of their cats and mice; they hail a taxi, winding up at a hotel in the countryside: a quaint, luxurious establishment with an artistically designed pool arranged to blend in with the forest around the hotel, a charming restaurant with a lilac theme, and a cellar where they craft their own beer.

Marius finds them a room with an obscenely-sized bed and a balcony overlooking both the pool and the nature beyond. The atmosphere proves even more alluring with the mixed fragrances of newly blossoming flowers, the scent of wisteria particularly strong.

This vacation is entirely indulgent; they make their way to their room without even stopping in the restaurant. They barely drop their bags on the floor before they're falling into bed together, clothes and limbs tangling together in knots as they give into their passion. They pause only once to order room service.

Eventually, Marius falls asleep, though he doesn't remember the exact moment he does so. The next time he opens his eyes, the sun is filtering through the window, casting the room in a golden light. He stretches, his naked body shifting against the sheets. Marius' eyes open more fully and he glances down at his chest, which tightens as his gaze saunters down the rest of his body.

"Merde!" He swears in a soft voice as he flails and falls off the bed, sheets partly still entwined around him.

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Marius has to take a moment simply to appreciate the sight of the food spread out before them. In Paris, living on his own, he could only dream of a quarter of this feast, on nights where his money needed to go to rent instead of food. He thinks of all the gamins this food could feed, and feels a twinge of guilt.

But ultimately, he cannot bring himself to feel too bad. This is theirs, after all.

"Yes," Marius agrees, grabbing his own plate and filling it with at least one of everything. He cannot help himself when he reaches the croissants, however. In minutes, his face is covered in chocolate.

"This is so good," he sighs, too content to give a damn about the crumbs on his chest.

"For people who despise decadence, it looks very good on us," Rat says, unable to help commenting on the on the irony. Better to say it than invite an elephant in the room.

Tipping his head, Rat notes that the staffer has, in his wisdom, provided them with boxes so they can wrap up their food and take it with them. Just as well. They can bring back the food and eat well for days. Or maybe just one. He is very hungry.

"You have a little chocolate..." he says, wiping at Marius' soft mouth.

"Yes, it certainly does," Marius agrees, appreciative of the irony, and that Rat is the one to initially comment on it. Acknowledging their previous distance from such decadence helps make it that much more appealing. Especially as Marius continues stuffing his face, in a way he never could as a child, even when he did have enough to eat.

He doesn't think about the boxes, or the wisdom behind their presence, caught up as he is in devouring whatever he can reach in front of him.

"Oh," Marius says, flushing and grinning sheepishly as Rat wipes at his mouth. "Thank you. I am rather defeating the point of that earlier bath, aren't I?"

"It's easy enough to clean up," Rat says. To emphasize his point, he keeps the pad of his thumb pressed to Marius' mouth, letting himself get momentarily lost in the act of tracing its shape. His eyes glaze over for a moment when he remembers what Marius can do with it.

They're not leaving this room and it's a good thing they ordered enough food to sustain them over the next two days.

Even though Rat's told him how quick their new bodies are to respond, Marius still finds himself caught off-guard by how fast the heat and flush rush through his body at such a simple touch. His breath stutters as Rat traces the shape of his mouth with the pad of his thumb.

"Now you just make me want to get dirty again," Marius breathes out, before pressing kisses against Rat's thumb. Guided on by the heat gathering in his belly, his thighs rub together almost of their own accord and Marius takes Rat's thumb into his mouth, beginning to suck.

They are never leaving this room this whole weekend.

Rat stares at Marius, amazed all over again at the sight of him like this. Even beneath the thick bathrobe, Rat is aware of the change in Marius' posture, the flush of his cheeks, the shine in his eyes. He's almost as aware of how his breath gets a little harsh, eyes fixating on that soft mouth around the tip of his thumb.

"You are so much trouble," he says, as if he regrets for a single moment anything they've done.

Marius feels every inch of Rat's stare on his skin, running over him like goosebumps. He shivers a bit, enjoying the sensation of being looked at as he himself returns the favor. He fixates on the way Rat's eyes focus on his mouth; the way his breathing sharpens into a similar focus.

The heat coils in his stomach as his own breath hitches around Rat's thumb in his mouth.

"Hmm," he hums around the thumb for a moment, before using his own tongue to pull it further into his mouth, sucking harder.

"I heard you like trouble," he says, voice ragged and breathless as he pulls away. He pulls Rat in by the front of his boxers for a kiss, fervored and hungry.

He freezes there, unable to focus on anything but that perfect, wide mouth and the small, pink tongue that he can see and feel along the digit. It churns heat in his stomach and leaves him weak-kneed, without control. Already, he can feel it in his lower stomach, in his sex, the coiling tension that demands to be relieved.

When Marius pulls him into a kiss, Rat lets out a soft whine, practically throwing himself at Marius to close the distance.

Marius giggles as the kiss grows deeper and more frantic, unable to help himself. He feels dizzy and giddy all at once, overcome by delight as much as want. Need and joy both simmer within him; he draws Rat to the bed, careful to avoid the newly delivered plates of food as he pulls his lover with him onto the sheets.

They haven't even finished breakfast yet, and they are already hungry for more.

Marius clasps Rat's face as he kisses him, pouring all the love and devotion as he possibly can into the kiss. His face and eyes both shine bright; his heart is fit to burst forth from his chest, even as the flesh between his legs seems to pulse with need.

"God, I love you," he exclaims when he pulls back briefly for air with a crooked smile. Quickly, he returns his attentions to kissing Rat, moving to trail his lips down his neck as he tugs at what little clothing his lover wears.

Edited 2016-06-03 03:14 (UTC)

With Marius, everything goes topsy turvy. Rat forgets that he's cold and keeps his heart locked tight. He forgets that he prefers to be the one who controls the situation. Now, in this new body and with Marius above him, all that Rat can think about is the flush over his skin and the aching need between his legs, the need to be fucked so hard he can't move. He wants to give himself utterly to Marius, to be consumed with his desire.

"I love you," he breathes out.

"Own me," he whispers.

Marius lets the words wash over him; he smiles, his besotted gaze focused on Rat and the lovely flush glazing his skin. The sight makes him shiver. He leans up to nuzzle at his lover's face, lingering especially at his nose and his cheeks before moving to press more kisses all over his skin, chasing after what gooseflesh he can find. His hands wander, gently exploring.

Rat is gorgeous like this, open and so clearly wanting. Marius savors the sight and the touch of him, even as he whispers.

He pulls back a bit, eyes widening at the request.

But he doesn't hesitate for longer than a few moments, moments in which his chest tightens and the heat in his stomach flares as he takes in Rat's words and the way he looks sprawled beneath him. Marius loves him so; he wants to bring Rat, who has given him so much as a lover, as much pleasure as he can, however Rat most desires it.

"Anything you want," he promises in a heady whisper, eyes turned to smoke as he starts kissing down Rat's body the way Rat's kissed him in the past, teeth and tongue and insistence rolling against warm, flushed flesh. He rids his lover of what remains of his clothes in moments; he shucks of his own bathroom soon after.

His hands grow insistent; he tugs at Rat's breasts, lets his fingers swipe sharply over his nipples. His mouth follows his hands, biting and sucking at his breasts, as his eyes watch him for his reactions.

There's a second of tension where Rat feels as if he's asked too much, should be embarrassed. Then Marius looks at him and Rat feels his stomach drop out. There's a dominant, predatory look in those smoked over eyes and Rat knows he hasn't asked too much. Not at all.

It's not long before he's naked and Marius is naked above him. Long red hair falls on either side of them like a curtain, still damp, and the smell of food is still warm in the air. There's no doubt and no shame in the fact that they've gone from a bath to a meal and back to sex in very little time at all. The speed, the hunger, only adds to the eroticism of it.

Then Marius bites him, touches him, and Rat forgets everything. He squeezes his eyes shut tight, head arched back, and tries to smother a noise that's high-pitched and wanton and very much feminine. He can feel heat pulsing through him, wetness slicking at his thighs.

God, he wants.

Marius finds that he loves the way his own hair frames Rat's face, auburn silk against the flush of his face. The lingering dampness of it and the heady perfume of food still warm twine together around them both like serpentine ribbons.

He watches Rat beneath him and sighs, lets his breath wash over his lover as he lavishes him with attention. The sight of him, with his head arched back and the sound of him, that noise that feels as delicious as the food they've sampled, makes Marius groan around the breast in his mouth.

He moves his hands further down Rat's body with greater insistence; he smooths and he tugs and he scratches, trying to encourage more of that noise; to encourage Rat in letting himself go.

He kisses back up his body to suck at his neck as he pushes into Rat with one finger; he lets out another groan and his own stomach drops out at the pulsing heat around him.

"God, you're gorgeous," he tells him, beginning to move that finger in time with that pulsing heat.

Marius, Rat is realizing all at once, is bolder than he knows. As lovers, he has trusted Rat to take the lead and it's a gift–a responsibility–that he's tried to handle properly. In doing that, though, he's failed to notice the growth in Marius' confidence as a lover.

When they return to their bodies, they will have to do something about that...The thought of their past encounters, of future ones, makes Rat's skin flame again. It only intensifies when Marius bites and nibbles up his neck and he realizes that Marius' finger is in him. Only one, so gentle, and Rat squirms against it.

"I love you," he says again, utterly caught up, body aching with need and emotion.

Marius doesn't realize the extent of his own boldness; he pours all of himself into every kiss and touch he bestows upon Rat, allows for love and passion to guide him. He doesn't pause to consider his initial shyness at intimacy like this. As a lover, he wears his wanting as openly as his own feelings on his sleeves. Or lack thereof, technically speaking, at the moment.

He has blossomed because of Rat; it feels it in every way that he aches now, and every way that he searches to feed the ache he feels trembling throughout his lover's flushed skin.

He moves his finger gently yet steady, somewhat in off-kilter time to the kisses and bites he presses to Rat's neck. Those words, uttered so breathlessly, whip the world into a frenzy of sheets and windows and food left to cool. Marius leans down to press their foreheads together; to press their chests together, as he continues working Rat with his finger.

"I love you too," he more gasps than actually speaks. But he smiles down at his lover, and his eyes shine in what must be the midmorning or early afternoon light.

"More," he says, tries to say. What comes out is a high, suppressed whine. His hands are fisted in the sheets, his body too warm, to responsive, and Marius so perfect above him. Marius, whom he loves, he needs, he adores. He wishes suddenly that he spoke French, could tell Marius in his own language all he feels and needs.

One hand leaves the sheets and tangles in Marius' hair, drags him closer for a kiss, hungry and messy. All he wants, all he needs, has shrunk down to this little world they've built, their own Cythera.

Marius nods as Rat pleads for more, savoring that whine as it washes right over him. He smiles, eyes shining down at Rat, as he kisses him deeply; lovingly. He pours everything he feels into that kiss; every gasp and hitch of breath further emphasizing the pure depths of his love and adoration. He moves one hand to caress Rat's beautiful face.

He inserts another finger of his other hand, twisting and pressing for all of the spots within Rat to bring him pleasure. He moans, shudders a bit, at the hand tangling in his hair; he leans in closer and shifts a bit so that the friction between their bodies can stave off some of his own wanting.

He pulls back momentarily for a gulp of air; he returns to Rat's inviting lips and starts sucking on his tongue, moving his fingers both with care and passionate determination.

This private paradise of theirs is all the world they need.

It's Marius' reactions as much as physical touches that flare through him, make Rat ache and twist beneath him. Already, he can feel the beginnings of the pulse, of an orgasm not yet tipped over the edge. He's desperate, completely out of control, and he deeply loves every moment of it. Loves Marius.

More. Closer. He can sense the hints of Marius' own need and he's helpless, too foggy with his own sensation to do more than grope towards Marius.

He moves his free hand down Rat's face to scatter lingering touches all across his body; he traces patterns and then embeds them in his skin. He soon follows with his mouth, tongue following the trail of his fingers. All the while he gasps and groans, his own desires and needs kindling with each of Rat's reactions. His stomach knots with how much he wants and needs and loves.

He keeps his fingers inside of Rat moving at a steady, rhythmic pace. Like a dance. He twists and turns and reaches for each spot that shoots sparks through his lover, needing and wanting to watch him come undone as his own body aches.

Marius kisses his way back up Rat's body, shivering at the way he gropes towards him, moaning.

Through bitten lips, Rat exhales, opens his eyes. Even in this form, he knows Marius. He knows those freckles, that quizzical expression, and how much every inch of him means to him. This is someone who, improbably, has come to love him and Rat responds with more than his body. He whines Marius' name, twists against him.

Orgasm warns at him, tipping over into a tight pulse, his body arching up to Marius and fucks himself shamelessly on his hand. He's aware of the high pitch in his voice, the intensity of sound.

"Shit," he says. 'Marius. Fuck..." He needs to kiss him, needs to touch him.

Pressed close as he is to Rat, Marius feels the way he exhales through those bitten lips; he inhales in turn, shivering at the sight and the sensation. He knows those eyes as they open and the way Rat drinks him in with his eyes in turn; he knows each inch of skin and the way each inch warms him, pressed against his own. Even in these new bodies, Marius knows Rat and loves him entirely. His own eyes flutter at the way Rat whines and twists against him; Marius groans at the sound of his name, moves his spare hand to the sheets to twist and grasp desperately, in response to the way Rat looks and feels.

"God, fuck, Rat," he responds in kind, gasping for breath at the friction between their bodies. He crashes their lips together as Rat comes undone, each pulse echoing into his own body. He moans louder as he moves his fingers to try and keep up with the way Rat fucks himself on them, twisting and turning and stroking him through his orgasm. His eyes flare from the sight of Rat arching up beneath him.

He focuses entirely on emphasizing Rat's pleasure, trying to ignore his own need, simmering like embers blossoming into a fire, stoked by the way Rat whines his name. Rat is so hot and tight and wet around him; he keeps kissing him to keep his own wanting at bay.

"I love you," he tells him again voice ragged and nearly breathless from the way his chest heaves, moving his hand in time with however long Rat needs to come down from his orgasm. He noses at him, nuzzling his face and kissing him deeply again. "I love you so much."

The whole world is Marius. Marius' mouth on his, his fingers thrust deep into Rat, their legs tangled together. Rat is struck by how much he wants Marius, how fresh that desire always is.

As quickly and intensely as he comes, Rat's euphoria tips over into oversensitivity and he shivers, gently touching Marius' wrist to tell him enough. As the world stills, Rat becomes terribly aware of the haze in Marius' eyes, the way his legs press together.

Tired, panting from the exertion, Rat doesn't care. He sees Marius like this and he knows.

"Come here," he says, urging Marius to move up along the bed, to straddle Rat's face.

Marius halts his hand and eases it from within Rat as Rat touches his wrist, understanding without words that his lover is asking him to stop. He continues to watch Rat beneath him, the world shrunk just to him as their legs tangle, and their lips. His breath catches as he realizes the full extent of his desire for Rat; how he always wants him, as though each time together is both their first and their last.

Little shivers run through him at the way Rat looks at him, panting and understanding; a hiss falls from between his lips as his stomach tightens and heat pulses between his legs.

Marius' thighs press together more insistently; his eyes widen when he realizes what Rat means for him to do.

"Rat," he manages in a strangled voice, anticipatory whimpers escaping from his mouth as he moves to straddle Rat's face.

"I've got you," he says, pressing a kiss to the inside of Marius' thigh, trailing them slowly along. Some are soft and gentle and some are biting, certain to leave a lasting bruise on Marius' tender skin. As he comes to the meeting of Marius' legs, Rat kisses that skin too, flicks his tongue out, but it's only a tease before he moves to mark up Marius' opposite thigh.

He can hear Marius above him, can flick his eyes up and get a glance at his face, even obscured by his body from beneath. He can smell Marius, wet and needy, skin flushed. He can feel, touch, and most importantly taste Marius.

When he's certain Marius can't take it any more, he uses his fingers to gently open the folds and hold them there so that he can draw a broad, flat stroke of his tongue up to his clit.

That first kiss pressed to the inside of his thigh shivers through Marius; he leans in towards Rat's mouth as he continues trailing kisses on his skin, hands grasping in the very-tangled sheets to keep himself steady. He tugs at the sheets, body curving in response to the varying natures of the kisses. Whimpers and breathless curses in both English and French fall from his lips; his eyes widen and glaze over as he watches Rat underneath him. He shudders violently and nearly shouts at that teasing flicker of a tongue.

Marius is gulping down air; his newly-lengthened hair sticks to his face, and he can feel the sharp contrast of the air-conditioned hotel room and the heat from Rat's mouth like needles pricking his skin.

"Please - oh, oh!" He barely gets the plea out of his mouth before Rat has his tongue where Marius' need wants it most. He moans, loud and long; his head falls back as his body arches sharply and he gasps out Rat's name, like a wanton prayer.

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