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?"