Marius is torn between watching and trying to aid Freddie along in falling apart and falling apart himself. He keeps choking on air as he attempts to catch his breath in between the various curses falling from his lips. He shudders, feeling the sweat and come both sink into his skin as he clutches at Freddie desperately, trying to focus on his eyes, still heavy and lidded with his own pleasure.
As much as his own thighs ache, Marius' hips keep rolling towards Freddie, his legs still squeezing the defined sharpness of his hips as the world blurs and spins around the edges of his vision.
Marius feels raw and he aches, but God does he feel so wonderful in the wake of such pleasure.
He cradles Freddie to him when he collapses, moving his hands to stroke along his shoulders and through the dampness of his hair. Marius keeps letting out little pleased noises at the sensation of Freddie panting against his own shoulder, his entire body still shivering in the aftermath.
Marius leans his head forward against Freddie's, laughing himself. His voice comes out even more cracked than before, worn from such thorough use. Still, he can't quite bring himself to care, caught up as he is in Freddie and the press of their sweat soaked bodies.
"I did," he admits, pausing for a beat. "Seriously." And then he's laughing again, still in disbelief that he actually did come like that. "Thanks to you. God, I haven't...that was..." He struggles to find adequate words to sum up just how incredible that was; how fantastic Freddie was. "You really are an artist in fucking," he says, still rubbing his hands across the expanse of Freddie's back.
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As much as his own thighs ache, Marius' hips keep rolling towards Freddie, his legs still squeezing the defined sharpness of his hips as the world blurs and spins around the edges of his vision.
Marius feels raw and he aches, but God does he feel so wonderful in the wake of such pleasure.
He cradles Freddie to him when he collapses, moving his hands to stroke along his shoulders and through the dampness of his hair. Marius keeps letting out little pleased noises at the sensation of Freddie panting against his own shoulder, his entire body still shivering in the aftermath.
Marius leans his head forward against Freddie's, laughing himself. His voice comes out even more cracked than before, worn from such thorough use. Still, he can't quite bring himself to care, caught up as he is in Freddie and the press of their sweat soaked bodies.
"I did," he admits, pausing for a beat. "Seriously." And then he's laughing again, still in disbelief that he actually did come like that. "Thanks to you. God, I haven't...that was..." He struggles to find adequate words to sum up just how incredible that was; how fantastic Freddie was. "You really are an artist in fucking," he says, still rubbing his hands across the expanse of Freddie's back.