"Mmm, yes, I've already seen just how well you spill," Freddie agrees with a low, smug sort of laugh.
More than that, he's seen how Marius moves in pleasure. Their time spent at the party had only been a glimpse, he thinks, just a hint of what Marius is truly capable given the limited time and space they'd had in the moment. While then, half the thrill had been in being seen and heard, in the wandering eyes that may have caught sight of them, here there's a freedom in privacy.
Here, Freddie can truly indulge.
And indulge he does, spreading Marius wide as he lets out a low, hungry groan, licking into the heat of Marius's body. He takes his time, his tongue curling around the rim to tug lightly before he licks further down yet again and right back up. He slides his hands over Marius's thighs at the same time before gripping his fingers around the flare of Marius's hipbones, pulling him back onto his tongue, urging him to move in the way he wants.
He eases back a moment later, replacing his tongue with a single finger, skin slick enough with spit for Freddie to ease it past the first ring of muscle.
"Ever come just from this before?" he asks, his voice more curious than seductive as the clench of Marius's body tightens around that single finger. "Without a hand on your cock?"
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More than that, he's seen how Marius moves in pleasure. Their time spent at the party had only been a glimpse, he thinks, just a hint of what Marius is truly capable given the limited time and space they'd had in the moment. While then, half the thrill had been in being seen and heard, in the wandering eyes that may have caught sight of them, here there's a freedom in privacy.
Here, Freddie can truly indulge.
And indulge he does, spreading Marius wide as he lets out a low, hungry groan, licking into the heat of Marius's body. He takes his time, his tongue curling around the rim to tug lightly before he licks further down yet again and right back up. He slides his hands over Marius's thighs at the same time before gripping his fingers around the flare of Marius's hipbones, pulling him back onto his tongue, urging him to move in the way he wants.
He eases back a moment later, replacing his tongue with a single finger, skin slick enough with spit for Freddie to ease it past the first ring of muscle.
"Ever come just from this before?" he asks, his voice more curious than seductive as the clench of Marius's body tightens around that single finger. "Without a hand on your cock?"