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."