While he's hardly expecting Marius to say no, some part of him isn't quite expecting Marius to agree so enthusiastically. He pushes himself up, one hand holding the condom Freddie had so unceremoniously dropped onto his chest, meeting Freddie's lips with a hungry, fervent kiss before replacing Freddie's hand on his cock with his own.
And Freddie lets him, opening his mouth to the press of Marius's tongue and grunting softly at the touch of Marius's hand. It's a sure touch, indulgent as he strokes from base to tip and Freddie rocks up just a bit, rolling his hips forward to fuck into the circle of Marius's grip, shuddering slightly.
Moments later and the condom is on him, rolled down by Marius's fingers even as Marius continues kissing him, their lips red and swollen, slick with spit. Freddie lifts a hand, curls it around the nape of Marius's neck to keep him there, nipping lightly at those pink lips and feeling the whisper of them against his own when Marius speaks again. He replies only with a nod before leaning forward to push Marius back into the mattress, rearranging slightly as he hovers over him.
He grabs the pillow from the other side of the bed, urges Marius to lift his hips up before stuffing it beneath and then grabbing one of Marius's legs, curling it high up around his waist as he kneels in close. He doesn't ask if Marius himself is ready before pressing the tip of his cock to Marius's hole, but he does watch Marius's face carefully, only teasing for a moment before pushing forward, going slow so only his tip pushes in at first, not quite breaching the tight ring of muscle before pulling back, waiting for Marius to breathe and relax and let him.
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And Freddie lets him, opening his mouth to the press of Marius's tongue and grunting softly at the touch of Marius's hand. It's a sure touch, indulgent as he strokes from base to tip and Freddie rocks up just a bit, rolling his hips forward to fuck into the circle of Marius's grip, shuddering slightly.
Moments later and the condom is on him, rolled down by Marius's fingers even as Marius continues kissing him, their lips red and swollen, slick with spit. Freddie lifts a hand, curls it around the nape of Marius's neck to keep him there, nipping lightly at those pink lips and feeling the whisper of them against his own when Marius speaks again. He replies only with a nod before leaning forward to push Marius back into the mattress, rearranging slightly as he hovers over him.
He grabs the pillow from the other side of the bed, urges Marius to lift his hips up before stuffing it beneath and then grabbing one of Marius's legs, curling it high up around his waist as he kneels in close. He doesn't ask if Marius himself is ready before pressing the tip of his cock to Marius's hole, but he does watch Marius's face carefully, only teasing for a moment before pushing forward, going slow so only his tip pushes in at first, not quite breaching the tight ring of muscle before pulling back, waiting for Marius to breathe and relax and let him.