With each desperate grapple of Marius's hands on his skin, every ragged gasp and shuddered pull, Freddie can feel himself hurtling closer to the edge. It's building in the base of his spine even as the muscles in his thighs and back start to ache from the exertion. Panting, Freddie plants a hand next to Marius's shoulder on the bed, using it for leverage as he rocks his hips in harder. Faster. Skin slapping against skin, the very best sound Freddie's ever heard short of the sound of someone coming.

Marius's response surprises a laugh out of him, rough and breathless, altering the rhythm they've built as their mouths slide together, wet and wholly uncoordinated.

"Like how that sounds," he admits, words barely audible through his heavy breathing as the sweat rolls down the side of his face. Marius is equally flushed beneath him, eyes wide and nearly black with arousal and Freddie starts to lose his ability to hold on, shoulders curving as he bends closer, rocking in hard.

"Fuck," he grunts, reaching down with his free hand to grab Marius by the thigh, hiking him up higher to give Freddie a better angle. "Fuck, fuck-- ahhh."

His orgasm crashes through him as he shoves in, spilling into the sheath of the rubber. He doesn't quite stop moving, jerking in a few more thrusts, buried in the blissfully tight heat of Marius's body as it crashes over him.