"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."
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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."