Marius' breath keeps catching in his throat as Freddie continues his ministrations against his chest, breaking out in a huff of cracked air as he circles around his nipple. His touch proves electrifying as Freddie's blue eyes as Marius presses himself into it and meets his gaze with a flush running down his throat.

He presses down a bit more firmly against Freddie's own smooth skin, letting another of his fingers join the one tracing patterns as he feels Freddie arching into his touch. It's all simple, smooth touching; a quiet sort of desire, flickering with a budding intensity like embers.

Marius follows the finger dragging down his chest, thoughts whirling around his mind like smoke, before bringing his gaze back up to meet Freddie's once again. Perhaps he's lulled by their proximity, or the wake of their recent pleasure, but considering Freddie's question doesn't hurt as much as he might once have, even back at Halloween.

"In a way, I suppose so. The city tore us apart; my boyfriend disappeared from Darrow," he explains on a huff of breath, concentrating on the patterns he's etching into Freddie's skin. "And before that, my girlfriend disappeared from Darrow."