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.
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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.