The air lingers around and between them, heady with the aftermath of their intimacy. Marius can feel his side stick a bit against the sheets, covered in sweat. He's breathing at a slow and steady pace, and he's in no hurry to move at all.
Oddly, it's one of the most comfortable situations he's ever been in, even with a conversation like this.
He doesn't miss Freddie's frown, though, which makes him realize that he's likely put his foot in his mouth once again. His own expression grows concerned. "Oh, I'm sorry. I don't mean...that is to say, I meant in the sense that you don't care what people think of you. I didn't mean it in a bad way," he says. "I think a better way of putting it would be, you seem comfortable in your own skin." He manages to stop himself before he full on rambles, thank the Lord.
He smiles again at the teasing, lifting his eyebrows archly as he replies. "Well, obviously, I'm fond of your cock," he says. "And I wouldn't say no to another round either." He finds himself studying Freddie's face in turn as he studies his, wondering what he thinks and what he sees. Briefly, the thought of whether anyone has told Freddie how he resembles one of those Greek, alabaster statues or not flickers in his mind. It vanishes as Freddie asks him that question.
Once, that question would have offended Marius. He would have lashed out with some sort of witty retort, likely aided by some pretentious quote from literature. Strangely, he isn't so now. Perhaps because of the truth of part of it; how lonely he actually is.
"Quite possibly," he admits, still meeting Freddie's gaze in a studious sort of manner. He doesn't feel like lying; he'd rather be honest. "I'm certainly lonely, I think that's fair to say. And if you'd prefer to keep things simple and physical, I'm happy to do that, honestly."
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Oddly, it's one of the most comfortable situations he's ever been in, even with a conversation like this.
He doesn't miss Freddie's frown, though, which makes him realize that he's likely put his foot in his mouth once again. His own expression grows concerned. "Oh, I'm sorry. I don't mean...that is to say, I meant in the sense that you don't care what people think of you. I didn't mean it in a bad way," he says. "I think a better way of putting it would be, you seem comfortable in your own skin." He manages to stop himself before he full on rambles, thank the Lord.
He smiles again at the teasing, lifting his eyebrows archly as he replies. "Well, obviously, I'm fond of your cock," he says. "And I wouldn't say no to another round either." He finds himself studying Freddie's face in turn as he studies his, wondering what he thinks and what he sees. Briefly, the thought of whether anyone has told Freddie how he resembles one of those Greek, alabaster statues or not flickers in his mind. It vanishes as Freddie asks him that question.
Once, that question would have offended Marius. He would have lashed out with some sort of witty retort, likely aided by some pretentious quote from literature. Strangely, he isn't so now. Perhaps because of the truth of part of it; how lonely he actually is.
"Quite possibly," he admits, still meeting Freddie's gaze in a studious sort of manner. He doesn't feel like lying; he'd rather be honest. "I'm certainly lonely, I think that's fair to say. And if you'd prefer to keep things simple and physical, I'm happy to do that, honestly."
But he is, strangely, enjoying this conversation.