Marius is always amazed by the sheer intensity of how much he feels at the moment of release. He's read myriad amounts of poetry and prose describing the "ecstasy of love." All of those words are never enough to fully capture the experience of coming undone by someone else's touch.

And, God, is Freddie teaching him new meanings of the word 'ecstasy.'

He finds himself dizzy, lightheaded, and unable to keep from murmuring in all those languages as Freddie groans around him; as he grunts and sinks down even further on his cock, taking more of Marius in than he expects. He gasps, pulling desperately at Freddie's hair as his own head jerks against the pillow, almost in time with the movements of Freddie's hand, jerking him through his pleasure, which washes over him in so many waves.

Marius just manages to catch a glimpse of the way Freddie watches him before his eyes flutter and his head hits the pillow again.

Even as he comes down, Marius can't keep his body from squirming. From aching in the wake of his orgasm.

"Oh," he manages, voice raw and cracked and entirely debauched. He heaves from his chest all the way down to his thighs, while the world spins around him. "Fuck."