pontmercyfriend | 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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Rat hums against Marius, all accommodating pleasure. Marius' fervor is delightful and Rat is pleased with himself too. It's one thing to have sexual experience but it's something else to be able to give it to someone. They'd been so scared of each other once and Marius had been uncertain of his sexuality and now Marius is grinding down against his face, clenching around his fingers and all Rat can do is keep going. He tilts his head back and breathes through his nose, opening his eyes so he can see Marius' face like this.

It's no surprise that he looks positively obscene, mouth falling open. His hair, still damp, sticks to him and falls around his face in equal measure, turning him into some strange and perfect goddess.

God damn him, he's happy.

Marius feels that humming all the way down to his bones; he groans louder as his fingers curl tighter tangled where they are in the sheets. He feels so warm, and his skin gleams with sweat, as though he's come down with a fever. Each movement of Rat's tongue and fingers nearly takes Marius out of his own skin.

He can hardly believe that only a little over a year before, the pair of them had danced around each other, curious and wanting and lonely. Each nursing their own aches and pains. Marius had been uncertain, once; Rat, seemingly closed off from loving again. Yet here they are, their own kind of miracle.

It's this thought, along with Rat's immaculate ministrations and attention, that all but shoves Marius over the edge; his eyes flash open, and he meets Rat's gaze looking up at him. He keens; his body jerks gracelessly as orgasm rushes through him. He whimpers and pants around attempts at Rat's name, falling forward from the weight of such heady pleasure.

He feels as though he might float away in happiness.

He doesn't stop, not until Marius gives him some signal, but Rat does slow down. Already, he's aware of how pleasure can crest over into over-sensitive pressure and he wants to bring Marius down gently. Still working his fingers, he withdraws his tongue and kisses that soft, sweet skin, working down the tempo of his touch bit by bit.

"I love you," he says, lips whispering against Marius' thigh.

Marius' chest heaves, in and out, in and out, as he gasps, trying to catch his breath in the wake of his pleasure. Small noises continue to escape his mouth, even as Rat slows down his touch; he leans into those sweet kisses, savoring them. He smiles down at him, his own hips slowing in time with Rat's touch. A moment later, he nods, moving a hand to let Rat know to stop.

"I love you too," Marius replies, voice raw. He brings his other hand to run through Rat's short hair, eyes and mouth both stretched wide with delighted happiness.

Rat sighs out and licks his lips before he drops his head back into the pillow. He's still careful, favoring Marius with gentle touches, soothing him into lying down next to him.

"I think we should be proud of ourselves for being so adaptive," Rat jokes.

Marius watches Rat lick his lips with wide eyes as he falls back beside him in the bed, moving close to tangle their legs together and wrap his arms around him.

Marius laughs, grinning ridiculously. "We should get gold medals, or something," he agrees, leaning in to nuzzle at Rat's face.

"Copper," Rat suggests, picking up an errant lock of red hair and admiring it like a precious gem. "Copper and onyx, maybe." In his mind, he's constructing a necklace for this version of Marius to wear. Or maybe a ring for when they're restored to their natural selves.

All in good time.

"That would be gorgeous," Marius muses, tracing several fingers along the edge of Rat's face, glancing at the short, dark locks framing it. He watches Rat admiring his hair with quite possibly the sappiest smile to ever adorn his face. "They should hire you as a design consultant, or something." Briefly, an image of copper and onyx flashes in his mind, bound in the shape of a ring; his heart lurches, thrilled with all such an image implies.

"And we would wear those medals fabulously," he adds, wondering at Rat's own thoughts.

"Or maybe something subtler." Rat catches Marius' hand on his cheek and kisses the fingertips. Barely a few hours into the day and he already feels bone-tired and deeply satisfied. And to think, they have all night left to them.

"I could hold you for hours," he admits, kissing Marius' ring finger.

"Subtle works too," Marius nearly whispers, smiling wider and letting out tiny gasps of delight to each kiss to his fingertips. He giggles, leaning in to kiss Rat's nose as his body relaxes fully. He feels tired down to his soul and content all at once; a rather marvelous combination of sensations, especially when he considers how much more time together they have this weekend.

He watches as Rat presses a kiss to his ring finger and he flushes. "I could, too," he says, leaning in for a gentle and slow kiss to Rat's lips.

"Better start the count, then," Rat says. He laughs and wraps an arm around Marius, nuzzling into his shoulder and enjoying the soft skin that's at once familiar and so new. "Hour...one."

"Hour one sounds good to me," Marius says with a breathless laugh, leaning into Rat's arm around him. He presses a kiss to the top of his head, exhaling with a contented smile at the nuzzling to his shoulder and enjoying the softness of Rat's hair against his nose and cheek. "We have so many hours left together. It's wonderful, isn't it?"

Rat nods, reaching up to tuck first his and then Marius' hair behind their respective ears. They need to wash up, to rest probably, but all of that can wait until after the promised first hour. "It's better than I ever thought I'd get to experience," he says and he doesn't mean the hotel room or the fine food–though they're also wonderful–he means Marius.

Marius can't seem to stop smiling, even as he leans in to steal a quick kiss from Rat's lips. They need to clean up, and likely, eat again, after spending what energy they did gain from breakfast. But Marius is more than content to simply lay here, holding Rat and being held, indulging in the luxury of loving and being loved. "I'm glad," he replies softly, catching the unspoken meaning in Rat's words. "And I am so glad I get to experience this with you."

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

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