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.
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"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.