The curse comes in English this time and Freddie's isn't certain if that's a better sign or worse than the French. Either way, it sounds delicious, the ache in Marius's tone utterly apparent. He'll take it to mean that Marius likes a tiny bit of pain with his pleasure and files it away for later use, focusing right now on hollowing his cheeks as he sinks down low, relaxing his throat as well as he can to take Marius as deep as possible. He's had quite a lot of practice with this in his time, but he's still no expert. Try as he might, he still has a rather annoying gag reflex and it's triggered just a bit when Marius rolls his hips again.

Freddie pulls off with a wet laugh, his hand quickly replacing his mouth as he jerks Marius hard and fast, passing his thumb over the sensitive tip as he drags at his foreskin.

He really does have quite a gorgeous cock, a lovely length and heft and it's so very red right now, aching for release. He can feel the muscles in Marius's thighs drawing tight, can see the clench of his abdomen as everything starts to crest. That'd be evidence enough even apart from Marius's feverish promise and he leans down again, wrapping his lips around the head, tongue briefly at the slit where Marius is still spilling pre-come for the moment before he sinks down a few inches. There's no need to go further, not with Marius as close as he is, but he hums softly, his hand moving where his mouth doesn't reach, pumping him in encouragement, already eager to feel Marius release inside him.