Freddie doesn't let Marius take a sniff just yet; his fingers are otherwise occupied, after all. Instead, he tosses the bottle aside for the moment, not far enough it can't be easily reached, but not close enough to get in the way either. Marius has stretched backward once more, again reaching back behind him for the drawer though he's quickly distracted by the press of Freddie's finger. Grinning at the reaction he gets, Freddie slips his finger out to only circle Marius's sensitive rim, dipping shallowly once again, teasing little by little.

He's still aching between his thighs, but watching Marius writhe beneath him is a marvel all its own. He arches gently, all pale, freckled skin and lean muscle, lips slack on a quiet moan as he rolls his hips upward, silently begging for more.

And Freddie's more than willing to provide, but not without having some fun first. He slips his finger in once again, deeper this time, twisting his wrist as Marius begins to loosen up little by little. He watches carefully, taking every cue until he can slide his finger in as far as it'll go, crooking the top knuckle, searching.

"Find any then?" he asks then, conversationally, as he nods at the drawer again. Then pulls his finger back to slide in a second along side it.