pontmercyfriend | You're something like a phenomena. [For Freddie; backdated to the night of Nov. 30th]

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You're something like a phenomena. [For Freddie; backdated to the night of Nov. 30th]

Continued from here.

Marius delights in the huff of laughter that escapes from Freddie as he presses his hand against him, letting the breathless sound and the way Freddie's eyelids flutter wash right over him. He barely registers the noise of the door opening, clutching as he is at Freddie. He stumbles into the room, dragged by the front of his shirt, and just catches a glimpse of the space of it before Freddie has him pressed up against a wall.

He groans as their mouths meet once more, frantic and hungry; yearning for even more physical closeness, as though they could fuse together through their lips alone. Marius drinks in the sight of Freddie with eager eyes, no longer restrained by the dimly light atmosphere of the Halloween party or any sort of nerves. His mind whirls as he grasps at Freddie with desperate hands, shivering as Freddie exposes the skin beneath his shirt.

And then Freddie has his wrists pinned to the wall.

Marius' head falls back, neck arching with an elongated breath of a moan at the feeling; he shudders. He moans again into Freddie's mouth, rolling his hips forward onto the leg between his thighs, craving the friction desperately.

He whimpers into the words Freddie presses against his lips, nearly rising onto his toes and hips arching forward as Freddie squeezes his wrists. He spills curses in French and English into his mouth before he manages enough focus for coherent speech.

"As many times as you want," he whispers back, voice raw from wanting as he tries to catch his breath. He watches Freddie through heavily-lidded eyes, savoring the sight of his kiss-swollen lips and the desire radiating from all over his body. He rolls his hips again, both for the friction and to encourage Freddie further, egg him on, as the saying goes.

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Laughing at the reply, Freddie rocks his hips forward, grinding his own hardness against Marius's hip as Marius presses up against him in turn. He still has Marius's wrists in a tight grip, but he guides his arms down, holding them closer to his head as the steals another messy, devouring kiss.

"You'll not be able to walk for a week then," he whispers a moment later, his voice only slightly teasing before he bites at Marius's bottom lip and then pulls back.

The bed is a mere few feet away, requiring Freddie to only spin 'round and step forward to push Marius onto the mattress. He makes quick work of his shoes, kicking them off one by one before yanking his shirt up and over his head, dropping it heedlessly to the ground before kneeling onto the bed over Marius, hands once again at the bottom hem of his shirt.

"There anything you don't do?" he asks, his tone almost casual now if not for the heat beneath as he starts tugging the fabric up over Marius's head. "Anything off limits?"

Marius returns the kiss just as messy, lips and tongues colliding against one another as he tries to breathe in Freddie and that damn charming laughter. He gasps as Freddie grinds against his hip, the press of his hardness against him sending even more desire shooting through him.

"I look forward to it," Marius manages on a breath, just as Freddie takes his bottom lip between his teeth. Whatever else he means to say comes out as a moan instead.

He flails a bit, graceless, as Freddie pushes him onto the bed, laughing a bit as he watches Freddie strip off his shirt and shoes. Quickly, he moves to kick his own shoes off, unconcerned as to where they land. He just manages the second one off when Freddie climbs over him on the bed, tugging at the bottom of his shirt.

"Nothing comes to mind," he says, earnest even for all his panting and heaving chest as he moves to help Freddie get rid of his shirt over his head. He's lucky, he thinks, in that he hasn't yet encountered anything he doesn't like when it comes to intimacy.

He can't stop staring at Freddie, drinking him in with his eyes as his whole body thrums with want.

As soon as his own shirt is off, Marius grabs for Freddie, needing desperately to feel the press of his skin against his own. He pulls him into another kiss, moaning as his hands roam across the expanse of his back with fervor. He all but wraps himself around Freddie as their bare chests meet, a surge of warmth rushing through him.

He flashes a grin at that response, not terribly surprised given what they've done already; a bloke willing to get off in near public is likely one without too many inhibitions. Not to mention their little display downstairs, all those wandering hands in front of families and children alike. Which isn't to say they won't stumble upon something that Marius finds uncomfortable in the heat of the moment, but Freddie's not all that worried about it.

Marius yanks him down close once both their shirts have been removed and Freddie laughs as he collapses forward, muffling the sound against that wide, wet mouth as he shifts slightly, working to straddle Marius's thighs before rocking down, grinding his erection against Marius's.

It's a delicious drag and Freddie doesn't hide his moan, arching into every brush of Marius's wandering hands as he holds his weight on one arm and palms Marius's face with the other, keeping him tipped toward Freddie's mouth.

"Still haven't looked for the lube," he admits, still working his hips as his breathing becomes more ragged. He ducks then, forcibly tilting Marius's head to the side to nip up the side of his neck before stopping just short of his ear. "Maybe I'll just lick you open. How's that?"

Marius doesn't really think of himself as all that bold of a person, but if he stops and thinks about all that he's done with Freddie so far, he has to wonder what his past self would make of this new life of his. Previously, he'd once been so shy to the point that a group of giggling girls could send him diving into nearby bushes. But not now. Not any more. He feels a little swell of pride in that; in knowing that he's come so far.

But that pride dissipates as quickly as it appears, caught up as Marius is in Freddie and the way the sparks fly between each press of their bare skin together. He groans, swallowing that beautiful laughter as Freddie starts rocking his hips into him.

Freddie is also making beautiful sounds, sounds that Marius relishes as they wash over him like bath water. He digs his hands a little into Freddie's skin, brushing his hands all over him with an increased fervor. He drags his legs alongside Freddie's, arching his back as he shifts his hips up to meet his thrusts. He wraps his legs around Freddie's waist and pulls him in deeper, wanting with growing intensity, like a fever. He gasps and he moans, leaning his face into Freddie's touch.

He presses his neck into each bite Freddie places into it as much as he can, letting out noises of obvious pleasure at the force of his touch. And then Freddie pauses just underneath his ear, and says that. Marius shudders all the way to his toes, moaning loud and long; his eyelids flutter, and he arches his neck back against the pillow at the images such a statement procures. His hands dig into Freddie's skin harder; he squeezes him with his hips.

"Please," he begs, voice cracking, glancing up at Freddie with heavily lidded eyes. "Freddie please. I need you to."

Freddie can't say that begging has ever been any sort of kink of his, but he can't deny that Marius sounds incredible as he does so. Long legs tighten around his waist and hands scramble at his arms, digging into the skin as Freddie nips at the fleshy lobe of Marius's ear, growling as he grinds his hips forward once more.

"Need?" he remarks, his tone teasing as he pulls back a bit to straddle Marius's hips once more. He keeps that contact however, rubbing his arse against Marius's hard length, delighting in the feel of it even between several layers of clothing. "That sounds awfully desperate."

He drops his hands to his own trousers then, idly palming himself as he quirks a brow. It's a bit of a show, he'll admit -- he's always liked the performative aspect of sex -- before he snaps open the top button and pulls down the zip, sighing at the immediate relief before he tucks his hand inside to free his cock from his underpants. He indulges in a slow stroke from base to tip then, eyes still on Marius.

"Could just get myself off like this," he says with a cock of his head. "Come all over you before I even touch you."

It's a tempting idea, really, even if he's just thought of it and he lets it linger for a moment, lets Marius really consider the possibility as he leans forward a bit again, holding his weight on one arm as he lifts up a bit and continues jerking himself with the other.

Freddie bites at his ear and growls, prompting more shivers down Marius' spine as their hips grind together. And then Freddie's pulling back, straddling him and pressing his ass down against him. Marius' chest tightens as the world, their hotel room, spins and narrows to Freddie sitting on top of him, half-naked, teasing, and gorgeous in this lighting.

Marius feels as though he has actually been caught underneath some of that magical mistletoe. Only under much more intimate circumstances.

He groans, moving his hips to meet Freddie's grinding. His hands wander to Freddie's chest, tracing irreverent patterns in the bare skin, warm under his touch. Marius has little noises of pleasure falling out of him in between each labored inhalation as he watches Freddie.

"You're making me desperate," he whispers, voice heavy and raw with sheer wanting.

His eyes widen when Freddie moves his hand to his own pants, pulling down the zipper and stroking his own hardness, never once moving his eyes from Marius. There's a peacock-like sense to the showmanship of the gesture, and Marius finds himself nearly as charmed by it as much as it further arouses him.

Again, Freddie and his teasing words sink like molten lava into Marius' skin; he inhales sharply with a low groan at the words, eyelids fluttering in an effort not to shut at the image said words provokes. Marius' hands grasp more firmly at Freddie's skin, and, subconsciously, his hips arch forward as Freddie leans over him again.

He groans again as Freddie continues jerking himself, hands clutching and slipping against heated skin. But then, Marius thinks, he can tease a bit too.

He leans up to catch Freddie's lips in a kiss, fervored and lingering. In between kisses, he manages a ghost of a whisper: "You sure you don't want my mouth again?"

It's the tone of Marius's voice that might be his undoing, that rough, raw wanting rocking straight down Freddie's spine. This, he thinks, is why he loves sex so much. Reducing someone the basest level, making them want to be taken apart, beg for it... giving and getting all wrapped up in one. There's no other activity that makes him feel so connected to other people and, even if it doesn't last, even if they part ways tonight or tomorrow night and never see each other again, they'll have had this intimacy and there are very few who could say the same.

He rocks his hips downward again, riding the length of Marius through his trousers as he strokes his hand over himself, breath catching as Marius pushes himself up to lean forward and capture Freddie's mouth with his own.

Surprised by it, Freddie laughs into the heat of that lovely mouth, a sound that quickly melts into a groan as he pushes forward to meet the kiss with one of his own, hungry and uncoordinated. "Oh, I want your mouth again," Freddie assures him when they finally pull apart. He has one hand on Marius's side, feeling up that smooth, freckled skin as he continues to idly stroke touch himself. "It's only a matter of when."

All tease then, he pulls back, sliding off of Marius and off the bed to rid himself of his jeans and underpants. Both garments are tossed to the floor before he bends to work Marius out of his own. He chances a quick glance about the room at the same time, as though he might find a bottle of lube conveniently sitting out in plain sight.

At there very least, there must be a bottle of lotion in the toilet, he thinks.

"Turn over, then," he says, once he's peeled Marius out of his trousers. He gives the man's leg a light, playful slap of encouragement as he kneels onto the bed once more.

Having Freddie alone in a hotel room affords not only greater privacy but also makes their intimacy seem so much more personal compared to the night of the Halloween party. Secluded away from the outside world, being this close to Freddie makes Marius feel as though he is getting to know him, in a way, on a deeper level. There's a connection in these physical acts between them that warms Marius just as much as it further arouses him.

And God, the way Freddie keeps laughing into his mouth makes Marius' head spin. It's a soft sound that swiftly dissolves into a groan, melting like butter in Marius' own mouth as they exchange sloppy, wanting kisses. Marius shivers, gasping at the way Freddie's groaning melds with his kiss.

He shivers more as Freddie feels up the side of his body, leaning into that warm touch, craving more of it. Freddie exudes confidence, and the promise in his words makes Marius squirm under the weight of his desire. "Yes," he manages to pant out, nearly choking on a gasp.

He groans at the loss of Freddie as he pulls back to strip entirely. But the sight of him, completely naked, takes Marius' breath away in all his pale splendor; he has to shake his head to realize Freddie is now back over him and helping to tug him out of the rest of his clothes too. He helps Freddie with his trousers and underwear, all but shoving them off and onto the floor once he's able to. He hisses at the sensation of air against his heated skin, very much grateful for the slight relief.

Marius laughs at the playful slap to his leg, moving to do as he's told. "As you wish," he says, settling in his new position. He turns to look at Freddie over his shoulder, shuddering at the sight of him and the way the cool air of the hotel room sends goosebumps all over his skin. "How is this, then?"

The look Marius gives him is full of such open want that Freddie feels it down to his toes. Though hardly the first he's seen it, not even from Marius, it still goes straight down his spine to settle in the pit of his stomach, making his cock twitch and his heart pound. No one wants him except in these moments but even this, he knows, is better than nothing at all.

And Marius follows orders wonderfully, those lips quirking into a wide grin, cheeks still flushed even as he rolls onto his front, glancing back over his shoulder, still with that look in his eyes.

"Brilliant," Freddie replies, bending then to press a kiss to the hair just behind Marius's ear, drawing a line lower to the nape of his neck. It nearly feels just a bit too intimate and Freddie rectifies that by using his teeth on the soft skin of of Marius's shoulder, not hard enough to wound, but with definite intent. He then works his way back down Marius's spine, licking every bump and ridge and freckle along the way.

Marius is a sight, all lean muscle and light bones. Freddie sees less of Peter now, less than their encounter over Halloween, feels nearly more acquainted with the body before him than the one he'd spent a bit more time with months ago. Though not nearly acquainted enough. Tonight, he supposes, they'll change that.

He rests back on his haunches when he reaches the swell of Marius's arse, smoothing his hands down the fleshy skin to draw the cheeks apart, gaze flicking upward to note Marius's reaction before he bends down low, pressing a kiss just above the crease. "You done this much?" he asks because he does have the feeling Marius has been in this position before. Perhaps just not recently.

"Good." Marius eyes' flutter at the kiss to behind his ear, surprisingly gentle in a way that catches him by surprise. Freddie keeps catching him by surprise, in ways he, in his current state of desperately ignoring his heart's wishes, tries not to comprehend. But he keeps catching glimpses of Freddie beneath his swagger, and even he can't help but admit to himself that he would like to see more.

He leans into Freddie's mouth as he drags it across his skin, gasping at the sensation. He reaches a hand back to grasp at what he can reach of Freddie's face, wanting and needing to touch him in turn. He groans at the bite to his shoulder, shifting on the bed as he clutches at Freddie's warm skin. He leans in again to Freddie's mouth, savoring the way it constantly inspires heat to spool in the center of his stomach.

Marius' hand falls away as Freddie kisses his way down Marius' back; he keeps shifting and squirming on the bed, letting out gasps and little noises of pleasure as Freddie licks his way across his skin, taking care to place attention on every ridge and freckle.

This is unhurried and luxurious, in comparison with their heated rush that Halloween night. Marius finds himself savoring the slowness, the way this feels different and as an extension of what intimacy they'd previously explored.

Freddie brings his warm hands down his back, adding to the shivers running through him. Marius leans into that touch, helping to spread his cheeks apart by spreading his thighs more. Freddie kisses him again, lower this time, and Marius lets out a whisper of a tiny curse, feeling his cock twitch.

He turns to glance at Freddie again, breath catching in his throat at the sight. "Yes," he answers, nodding. He thinks of the last time he was intimate, a flicker of a smile tinged with sadness flashing across his face. It disappears nearly as quickly as it appears. "But it has been awhile. About six months, I think."

There's a bit of relief in that, but not surprise. As readily as Marius has been to roll over and lift his hips, as eager with the mere promise of this, Freddie could have guessed he's experienced it before. And it requires no gentle coaxing to talk him into it, no promising that it'll feel good if he just relaxes and closes his eyes. Marius already knows.

But there's still a quiet implication in Marius's words Freddie does find surprising and he arches an eyebrow before lowering to press another kiss to that same patch of skin, open-mouthed this time, sucking before he flicks a tongue out to lap at the start of his crease.

"Six months since this or six months since sex of any sort?" And by sex, of course, he means penetration. Some, like Henry, would argue that their meeting at Magnus's party could constitute as sex and Freddie supposes he might agree with them, but this is something more, certainly.

He awaits Marius's reply as he ducks further, spreading his cheeks with the press of two thumbs and kissing a slow line downward until he finds the tight pucker of his hole. He still then, pulling back to brush the pad of his thumb over the sensitive skin instead, teasing faintly as he looks up the stretch of Marius's pale back, still arched for him. "That why you want this so badly?" he asks, voice thoughtful. "Just desperate to be fucked, are you?"

Marius struggles trying to reply to Freddie while Freddie is touching and kissing him like that. He doesn't miss the arch of his eyebrow, but at the sensation of that first open-mouthed kiss, he can no longer concentrate enough to keep his head at that angle. Shivers run through him at the feeling of Freddie's tongue, and he lets out a long, ragged breath tinged with a moan as his hands clutch in the sheets before him. He shifts his hips against the fabric of the bed, both craving and hissing at the friction.

"Six months since this," he manages to gasp out in between breaths, fingers curling in the sheets. "Since, you know, you and Halloween."

He lets out another moan as Freddie teases him with his thumb, several soft curses in both French and English falling from his mouth. He presses his hips back towards Freddie's touch, seeking more of it.

There are so many possible answers to that question; Marius could list them all, if he weren't currently occupied with the way heat surges through him at each touch and kiss Freddie places on and within his body. He's desperate to rid himself of the loneliness that has plagued him for the past half-year; he wants to get out of his own head and forget. He wants to lose himself in the sensation of bodies tangling together in the name of wanton pleasure.

But Marius is also not the sort of person to simply erase the presence of who it is he's with at such moments of pleasure. The thoughtfulness he catches in Freddie's question is just one of the many aspects of the other man that has him fascinated and charmed, in more ways than he could have ever expected.

"A little bit, yes," Marius manages, with intense effort, to answer honestly in between gasps of air and increasingly desperate moaning. He lifts his head and turns it to catch Freddie's eye again. "But I also really enjoy the company." He shifts his lower body back toward Freddie's thumb again, back arching even sharper than before. "I really, really want you."

The fact that, for a moment, Marius can hardly answer, is evidence enough that Freddie is doing something right. He grins quietly to himself as he drags his thumb down the crease to nudge lightly at the tight pucker of his hole. He circles there for a bit, listening both to Marius's voice as well as the movements of his body, reading what he can from every bare movement, every arch and roll of his hips for more.

He hasn't done this in awhile, hasn't had the opportunity. The fact that Marius is so eager is something of a surprise, but a delightful one and he hums softly to himself as he ducks further, licking a line upward this time from the heavy swell of Marius's balls to the tender skin just behind. A gentle lap.

"There's no need for flattery," he says then, his voice low with amusement. "I've already paid for the room."

And he's joking, of course, but there's some bit of sincerity behind it, too. Because it's not Freddie's company most people are after. Sure, he's dated before, dated for weeks and, very very occasionally, months at a time, but there's a reason nothing ever lasts. And he can already tell that Marius with his notebooks and his accent and his education... he'll move on soon enough, find some boy with actual aspirations to be with. Or some girl, obviously.

But for now, Marius is here and Freddie is determined to enjoy every moment. He presses his thumb to tender skin again and leans in, following it with the dart of his tongue, swirling around the ring with a hum.

Marius sinks into each touch, each twist and drag of Freddie's fingers against his skin. His own fingers curl and clutch at the sheets on the bed, moving in time with his ragged breathing, growing even more haphazard, and littered with noises of pleasure, the more Freddie explores him.

It has been so long since anyone has touched him like this; he's almost forgotten the sheer pleasure of the build up with this kind of intimacy, the way even the smallest of touches can light up his entire body with want. When Freddie leans further in, using his tongue like an instrument of art, Marius' hips jerk forward; he moans, letting out several curses in a variety of languages, some of which only exist at this moment.

He lets out a huff of laughter at that, eyes fluttering open and closed as he struggles to hold onto coherency long enough for a distinguishable reply. He does mean it, of course; he enjoys Freddie's company so far, even if they haven't done much talking. But he enjoys the wit; the banter they share between them. "Can't help it," he breathes out, letting out another huff of laughter. "Flattery just sort of, oh, spills out of me, among other things." He quirks his lips in a wry grin.

Marius isn't thinking much beyond this moment; currently, he's letting himself drift between currents, not holding on to anything as he floats. It's easier this way, he tells himself; tells his heart. No getting attached; no getting left behind.

For now, he's here with Freddie, and he intends to savor this respite he's found from his loneliness. He groans, loud and obscene, as Freddie swirls his tongue inside of him. "Fuck." His hands clench in the sheets, as he presses against Freddie's tongue, eager for more.

"Mmm, yes, I've already seen just how well you spill," Freddie agrees with a low, smug sort of laugh.

More than that, he's seen how Marius moves in pleasure. Their time spent at the party had only been a glimpse, he thinks, just a hint of what Marius is truly capable given the limited time and space they'd had in the moment. While then, half the thrill had been in being seen and heard, in the wandering eyes that may have caught sight of them, here there's a freedom in privacy.

Here, Freddie can truly indulge.

And indulge he does, spreading Marius wide as he lets out a low, hungry groan, licking into the heat of Marius's body. He takes his time, his tongue curling around the rim to tug lightly before he licks further down yet again and right back up. He slides his hands over Marius's thighs at the same time before gripping his fingers around the flare of Marius's hipbones, pulling him back onto his tongue, urging him to move in the way he wants.

He eases back a moment later, replacing his tongue with a single finger, skin slick enough with spit for Freddie to ease it past the first ring of muscle.

"Ever come just from this before?" he asks, his voice more curious than seductive as the clench of Marius's body tightens around that single finger. "Without a hand on your cock?"

Marius thinks it is impossible for him to be even more aroused than he already is, and Freddie keeps proving him wrong. That smug laughter sends shivers running right through him, even as he tosses his head back with his own laughter, breathless and ragged. "Yes, I am rather a messy person," he manages.

At the party, Marius caught a glimpse of Freddie's sexual artistry, frantic and hidden only by a dimly-lit alcove. They'd been more rushed then, inspired by the heat of the night and the party; the desperate wanting that flared to life between them.

In the hotel room, there is still a desperate wanting, but now they are their own spectacle, unlimited by the restraints of a public space. That fact makes Marius bolder, much more reckless in his expressions of pleasure.

Marius leans forward and presses back at the same time, entire body arching as Freddie spreads him open, moans into his body. His thighs keep spreading further apart. He feels the delicious sound as it runs through him; he gasps and he shudders as Freddie runs his hands on his thighs, pulling him back on his tongue. Marius obliges the encouragement, hips undulating with a haphazard urgency as gasped curses and moans fall from his mouth. He digs his hands into the sheets and pulls desperately, wishing said sheets were Freddie's hair instead.

The movement of his hips doesn't slow when Freddie inserts a finger a moment later; indeed, it only increases in depth and desperation.

His chest tightens as he reigns in his breath at Freddie's question. "N-no," he manages, as the idea of it sinks in and makes him shudder. He already feels undone, just from these past moments alone. "I've always had a hand."

Marius's response is unsurprising; Freddie himself can say he's only managed that feat a handful of times and only with some other aid in his system. He has a realistic enough understanding of his own abilities to know he's not likely to get Marius off that way tonight, but he does like the idea all the same.

It doesn't hurt that Marius keeps fucking back against him, back arched and legs spread, nearly wanton in his movements as Freddie slides his finger in deeper. He's careful to go slow, to wet the way with his tongue and not push harder than Marius's body will allow. Doing this without lube is always a bit trickier, but Freddie's something of an expert after all his experience; he knows how to make it feel good.

Twisting his wrist, he pushes in further as he gives Marius's left cheek a light bite, grinning against the smooth flesh before biting his own lip in concentration.

"How 'bout a mouth?" he asks, voice laced with promise as he crooks his finger just inside, his other hand still curled over Marius's hip. "Not certain I'm quite so good as to get you off untouched, but I'd love to swallow you. How's that?"

Freddie seems adept at balancing pleasure and care, making sure not to press forward too much, to avoid hurting him. Marius appreciates it greatly, moving against and with that touch and the press of his tongue, delighting in the sensations of both. The idea of coming without being touched flashes through his thoughts; he sucks in a quiet breath, shuddering at the idea.

Marius hisses as Freddie twists his wrist and nibbles on one side of his ass, little groans escaping between the press of his lips. Sweat gathers all over his body; he aches with wanting.

He lets out a stuttering moan, neck arching, at the quirk of Freddie's finger inside him and the promise latent in his tone of voice. His hips jerk as he leans back, seeking more of that touch. "You're plenty good," he manages, voice raw and breathless. He presses back urgently against Freddie's finger, as if to emphasize the point. "Believe me."

"But yes, please," he says, and his voice cracks this time. He feels so tightly wound, so aroused; he feels intoxicated, by Freddie, by all of his touches, by his tongue. He turns his neck to watch Freddie over his shoulder, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

Freddie knows he's good, of course. He's been practicing this for years, after all. And he's had a number of teachers himself, learns a little bit from nearly every single person he's with. Some more than others. But every last person is different, everyone has their likes and dislikes, their turn-ons and turn-offs. Freddie's favourite part is discovering each one for himself and right now, tonight, he has all the time in the world to do just that.

Marius isn't quite shaking, but it seems to be a near thing as he turns his head to look back over his shoulder at Freddie. His cheeks are a lovely shade of red, the colour seeping down over his neck and what little of his chest Freddie can see.

"Good answer," he remarks as Marius struggles to catch his breath, his smile quick and sharp.

He rests back then, one hand hooking under Marius's middle to flip him onto his back before he arranges Marius's legs to stay spread and bent at the knee. Leaning forward, Freddie takes Marius between his lips, suckling at the tip as he slides one hand down, fingers grazing over the swell of Marius's balls and then back behind, finding his spit-slick hole with one fingertip and gently easing in once more.

Marius, though definitely experienced now, finds that there still is so much to explore and learn when it comes to intimacy. Once, he thought sex exclusively for love; for marriage to one's soulmate. Since his time in Darrow, his opinions and beliefs have obviously changed, particularly in the wake of losing two people he's grown attached to and loved. Though he hasn't had many partners, Marius has had sex many times, and each time he finds some new detail, some new sensation, to savor.

He finds that Freddie, with his all his confidence, does as much to arouse him as his touches and kisses; he knows what he's doing, and he does it well. It is utterly breathtaking, when he thinks about it.

But of course, Marius hardly thinks about now, as he can hardly think. He does manage a teasing smile, though. "Lawyer, remember?" He asks, catching his breath at last only to have it stolen from him once again. Freddie flips him over on the mattress, and he lets out a gasp at the surety and the suddenness of the movement. He squirms and shifts as Freddie arranges his legs into place.

His hips jolt and his back arches as soon as Freddie's mouth closes over him; he lets out an obscene noise that is almost a shout, which gradually fades into a desperate moan. "Oh," he groans, keeping his knees bent and raised, spreading them a bit, as Freddie slides in a finger once again. His whole body quivers as he reaches down to tangle his fingers in Freddie's hair, tugging gently as he undulates into Freddie's mouth and finger. He feels positively wanton as French curses slip out of his lips, rising and falling in time with his ragged breaths.

Freddie's fucked more than a few law students in his time, and one or two full-on lawyers as well, come to think of it. In his experience, that has little to do with either their ability to answer questions or their sexual prowess but Freddie's delighted so far to find that Marius is an eager participant. He moves easily under Freddie's guidance, sinking back into the mattress and then jerking deliciously when Freddie sinks down onto him. The sound he makes is even more lovely, a ragged, wet thing as his feet slip across the bedding, looking for purchase.

The rock of Marius's hips make it easier for Freddie to slip his finger in further though Freddie's still careful to not go too far. However relaxed Marius might be, however much he clearly wants this, he's still tight and Freddie knows all too well how quickly that can sharpen the pain.

So, for now, he focuses more on the thick of Marius's cock, on sucking more of him inside, tongue circling the sensitive flesh peeking out from his foreskin, the taste of pre-come a hot tang on his tongue. He licks at the slit, humming when he feels another bead slip free before hollowing his cheeks as he sinks down again, careful with his teeth.

Marius's fingers curl into Freddie's hair, a tight grip that goes straight to Freddie's balls. He shifts a little where he is, trying to relieve some of the pressure between his own thighs as Marius curses in French above him. It makes Freddie's lips curl into a grin, makes his bottom teeth lightly scrape the underside of Marius's shaft.

Marius' chest keeps heaving and his feet keep slipping as he shifts his legs, trying to both find purchase and to avoid kicking Freddie in the face. His fingers clutch in the tangles of Freddie's hair, almost moving in time with the haphazard movements of his hips, the softness of it providing a cool, wonderful contrast to the sheer heat of the rest of Freddie pressed on and within him.

There's a care in the way Freddie moves his finger inside of him that Marius appreciates, when it catches his attention in between the riot of other sensations running through him. He doesn't press too hard or too far, yet he still manages to slide his finger in such a way that makes Marius shiver and ache as he presses down against both Freddie's finger and his mouth.

The more of his cock Freddie takes into his mouth, the louder and more desperate Marius' curses become, mixed in with strained gasps and other refrains of near-shouting. His arched back squirms against the sheets at the clever way Freddie uses his tongue and he jerks again as Freddie hums around him, the sound rushing straight to his curled toes.

He's just managed enough coherence to meet Freddie's gaze when Freddie smiles around him, lets his teeth glance against Marius' cock. "Fuck!" He slips out, in English this time, shuddering as his head falls back against the pillows, neck arching with the rest of his body as stars start to filter in at the edge of his vision. He's just at the precipice, about to fall over the edge.

"Freddie," he groans, nearly whines, as he struggles for breath enough to warn the other man. "Freddie, close."

The curse comes in English this time and Freddie's isn't certain if that's a better sign or worse than the French. Either way, it sounds delicious, the ache in Marius's tone utterly apparent. He'll take it to mean that Marius likes a tiny bit of pain with his pleasure and files it away for later use, focusing right now on hollowing his cheeks as he sinks down low, relaxing his throat as well as he can to take Marius as deep as possible. He's had quite a lot of practice with this in his time, but he's still no expert. Try as he might, he still has a rather annoying gag reflex and it's triggered just a bit when Marius rolls his hips again.

Freddie pulls off with a wet laugh, his hand quickly replacing his mouth as he jerks Marius hard and fast, passing his thumb over the sensitive tip as he drags at his foreskin.

He really does have quite a gorgeous cock, a lovely length and heft and it's so very red right now, aching for release. He can feel the muscles in Marius's thighs drawing tight, can see the clench of his abdomen as everything starts to crest. That'd be evidence enough even apart from Marius's feverish promise and he leans down again, wrapping his lips around the head, tongue briefly at the slit where Marius is still spilling pre-come for the moment before he sinks down a few inches. There's no need to go further, not with Marius as close as he is, but he hums softly, his hand moving where his mouth doesn't reach, pumping him in encouragement, already eager to feel Marius release inside him.

Marius' cursing grows louder, and more constant, as Freddie takes more of his cock inside of his mouth. He curses blur together, an agglomeration of French and English, to the point where he doesn't even know what language he's speaking any longer. Well, moaning, any longer, really.

He shifts his legs and his hips with increasing urgency, now so close to the edge that any bit of friction against his sweaty skin feels like a slice of paradise. Freddie's laughter sparks right through his entire body, and as soon as his hand wraps around him, begins to jerk him, Marius moans, breath coming in stuttering waves. He keeps one hand tangled in Freddie's hair while the other falls to the sheets, slipping against the fabric as he tries to find purchase.

His hips roll at such a speed that they might as well be rolling of their own accord when Freddie places his mouth back down on his cock. His whole self shakes as gasps fall from between his lips, rising in crescendo as Marius feels the stars burst behind the edge of his vision and pleasure entirely overwhelms him.

"Freddie," he tries to warn him, back and neck both bowing sharply. "Oh!" One hand digs into Freddie's hair; the other, into the sheets. He pants and groans, his whole chest moving as wildly as the rest of him.

He lets out an elongated moan, a blend of more curses and Freddie's name, as his hips jerk and he spills into Freddie's lovely, amazing mouth.

The roll of Marius's hips turns wild in moments, hands buried in Freddie's hair, tugging and pulling as Freddie squares his shoulder and groans around the length of Marius's cock. He's always loved this part, this moment right before a man comes, when he loses all inhibition and turns downright primal. There's nothing like it in the world. Apart from getting fucked, maybe.

Marius is murmuring all sort of things, words in English and French and everything in between. He may be speaking in tongues for all the sense some of it makes and Freddie can't help but feel that deep in his chest, a warmth spreading outward and all through him, a warmth that makes his cock ache between his legs.

And Marius does warn him ahead of time, both in his movements and his words, tugging sharply at Freddie's hair as his legs begin to shake, whining Freddie's name.

With a grunt. Freddie sinks down deeper, as far as he can go without triggering his gag reflex, and then Marius is spilling, thick and hot and glorious. Pulling back a little, Freddie swallows and coughs just a bit before his grin turns sharp and he curls a hand tight around Marius, jerking him through it, ducking low to collect another rope of come across his tongue, eyes turned upward to watch the shape of Marius's mouth and the expression on his face, to watch as he surrenders completely to his orgasm.

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