Marius is pleased to make Freddie smile, biting back laughter, even. It's a lovely sight, especially in teasing moments such as this. "I admit, I can never quite pronounce your English slang, though I've tried," he says, shaking his head as he flashes Freddie another quirk of a smile.
He inhales as Freddie pulls out of him and moves off of him, feeling the emptiness just as suddenly and as fully as he'd experienced Freddie inside of him. He watches as Freddie cleans his hand, his own stomach, stretching out a bit in the process. He can feel the untidiness of his own hair around him, sticking up and out like a mangled bird's nest, and the way he must appear completely a mess. He finds it's a rather nice feeling, being messy like this, for the moment. He can't bring himself to move.
Marius disregards the remains of the mess on his stomach, unconcerned for the moment as he is much more content to stay in bed at this point in time. He turns to face Freddie, body aching, but in a way that proves satisfying rather than irritating as his torso and legs shift against the sheets of the bed. He rests his head against the crook of his elbow, glancing up to meet Freddie's gaze.
He lifts an eyebrow in response to the challenge he hears in Freddie's voice, where once he would have flinched, curious. It seems like Freddie can't understand why anyone would be interested in him beyond his body, and that only causes Marius' curiosity to flare more.
"The way you carry yourself," Marius answers, keeping his gaze focused on Freddie. "You court attention, but you don't seem to mind even if it's not the sort of attention you're looking for. And your intelligence and wit, which I suppose, technically does involve your mouth," he says with another smile.
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He inhales as Freddie pulls out of him and moves off of him, feeling the emptiness just as suddenly and as fully as he'd experienced Freddie inside of him. He watches as Freddie cleans his hand, his own stomach, stretching out a bit in the process. He can feel the untidiness of his own hair around him, sticking up and out like a mangled bird's nest, and the way he must appear completely a mess. He finds it's a rather nice feeling, being messy like this, for the moment. He can't bring himself to move.
Marius disregards the remains of the mess on his stomach, unconcerned for the moment as he is much more content to stay in bed at this point in time. He turns to face Freddie, body aching, but in a way that proves satisfying rather than irritating as his torso and legs shift against the sheets of the bed. He rests his head against the crook of his elbow, glancing up to meet Freddie's gaze.
He lifts an eyebrow in response to the challenge he hears in Freddie's voice, where once he would have flinched, curious. It seems like Freddie can't understand why anyone would be interested in him beyond his body, and that only causes Marius' curiosity to flare more.
"The way you carry yourself," Marius answers, keeping his gaze focused on Freddie. "You court attention, but you don't seem to mind even if it's not the sort of attention you're looking for. And your intelligence and wit, which I suppose, technically does involve your mouth," he says with another smile.