Marius feels himself beginning to spiral to the edge, the movements of his hips growing more erratic in response to Freddie's increasing pace. His hands slip against Freddie's sweat-soaked skin as he tries to hold on, so that he winds up digging his fingers into his flesh. Each pant Freddie makes runs right through him, down to his toes that curl against where he has his feet wrapped around Freddie. He moans as Freddie moves his hand next to his shoulder, bringing him closer as the sounds of their bodies coming together grows louder in the quiet of the room.
And God, that laughter. Marius groans, inhaling the roughness of Freddie's laughter as their mouths slide and press together, as messy and as haphazard as the rest of their movements. He attempts to smile around their kissing, but it rather gets lost in the shuffle as pleasure and heat combine intensely in his stomach, sprawling out to the base of his spine and his chest.
He tries to reply to Freddie but words fail him as the sparking heat builds to a crescendo between them.
"Oh," he gasps as Freddie grabs his thigh, starts moving in harder, faster. He angles himself better to help with Freddie, presses up the best he can against the flat expanse of Freddie's stomach, increasingly desperate for that friction as he can feel Freddie start to come apart. His own cursing increases in both volume and quantity, voice cracking with each thrust. His whole body quivers and jerks as Freddie falls apart.
He moves his hands to soothe through Freddie's sweat-soaked hair, to smooth down the sides of his face and help carry him through his orgasm, though he feels the brink of his own pleasure looming. His legs tighten around Freddie's waist, and his hands clutch at his skin. His breath keeps catching in his throat, and he can't stop gasping for breath.
Marius keens, body bows, neck and back both arched sharply, as he follows Freddie in his orgasm moments later, a string of curses and moans falling from his lips as his body trembles.
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And God, that laughter. Marius groans, inhaling the roughness of Freddie's laughter as their mouths slide and press together, as messy and as haphazard as the rest of their movements. He attempts to smile around their kissing, but it rather gets lost in the shuffle as pleasure and heat combine intensely in his stomach, sprawling out to the base of his spine and his chest.
He tries to reply to Freddie but words fail him as the sparking heat builds to a crescendo between them.
"Oh," he gasps as Freddie grabs his thigh, starts moving in harder, faster. He angles himself better to help with Freddie, presses up the best he can against the flat expanse of Freddie's stomach, increasingly desperate for that friction as he can feel Freddie start to come apart. His own cursing increases in both volume and quantity, voice cracking with each thrust. His whole body quivers and jerks as Freddie falls apart.
He moves his hands to soothe through Freddie's sweat-soaked hair, to smooth down the sides of his face and help carry him through his orgasm, though he feels the brink of his own pleasure looming. His legs tighten around Freddie's waist, and his hands clutch at his skin. His breath keeps catching in his throat, and he can't stop gasping for breath.
Marius keens, body bows, neck and back both arched sharply, as he follows Freddie in his orgasm moments later, a string of curses and moans falling from his lips as his body trembles.