By means of answer, Freddie assumes, Marius pushes himself up to capture Freddie's mouth in a wet, demanding sort of kiss. With a groan, Freddie sinks into it immediately, gripping his own cock tighter as their tongues meet, as Marius tastes himself in the heat of Freddie's mouth and drinks him clean. They're still breathing a bit roughly when Marius pulls back to answer with words this time, reaching one arm forward.
The moment is interrupted briefly when Marius smacks his elbow against the edge of the night table. Freddie laughs, a sharp sound of surprise that dies away when he notices the little bottle inside the drawer that's been knocked open. Marius spots it at the same time, reaching in to show Freddie the label. There are some things about this place, good and bad, that Freddie will never understand, but the sheer convenience of some things, the regularity of happenstance, is near the top of the list.
Marius's wide smile and bright laugh are more than enough for Freddie to not question a thing right now and he own face breaks into a smile as he takes the little bottle from Marius's hand.
"Think it smells like cinnamon?" he asks, popping open the lid and taking a sniff. Turns out to smell a bit like cloves, actually, sweet with just a bit of chemical tang and he shrugs, still grinning as he squeezes a sizable dollop onto his fingers.
"Any condoms in there as well?" he asks, dropping those fingers between Marius's thighs before he can so much as look, searching for and finding the slick rim of his hole and pressing just slightly. He's tight post-orgasm and Freddie knows better than to shove in just yet. Instead, he massages, lips still curled in a grin.
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The moment is interrupted briefly when Marius smacks his elbow against the edge of the night table. Freddie laughs, a sharp sound of surprise that dies away when he notices the little bottle inside the drawer that's been knocked open. Marius spots it at the same time, reaching in to show Freddie the label. There are some things about this place, good and bad, that Freddie will never understand, but the sheer convenience of some things, the regularity of happenstance, is near the top of the list.
Marius's wide smile and bright laugh are more than enough for Freddie to not question a thing right now and he own face breaks into a smile as he takes the little bottle from Marius's hand.
"Think it smells like cinnamon?" he asks, popping open the lid and taking a sniff. Turns out to smell a bit like cloves, actually, sweet with just a bit of chemical tang and he shrugs, still grinning as he squeezes a sizable dollop onto his fingers.
"Any condoms in there as well?" he asks, dropping those fingers between Marius's thighs before he can so much as look, searching for and finding the slick rim of his hole and pressing just slightly. He's tight post-orgasm and Freddie knows better than to shove in just yet. Instead, he massages, lips still curled in a grin.