He can feel Marius's hands on him, fingers curling through his hair, not grabbing anymore, but soothing, a gentle touch as Freddie spills himself. Those hands are soon on his shoulders and sides again, pulling Freddie in with every last, aching thrust. Marius's breath is ragged as well, shattered as it catches in his throat and Freddie struggles to open his eyes again, the pleasure still rolling through him as he stares down at Marius's flushed face.

And then he's coming.

Freddie feels it first in the tight hold around his cock and the bow of Marius's back beneath him, the tremor in his muscles. Hears in next in the sharp gasp and gorgeous bi-lingual curses that fall from Marius's lips. And sees it in the expression that crosses Marius's face, the roll of his eyes and the shape of that wide, gorgeous mouth.

Unable to hold himself up any longer, Freddie collapses a moment later, his heart still pounding and body absolutely covered in sweat. He pants against the sharp curve of Marius's shoulder, the muscles in his back and thighs crying out in relief as he struggles to catch his breath.

"Fucking hell," he manages after a long moment, swallowing tightly, and then laughing again. "Did you seriously just come un-touched?"