"Yeah, and how's it working for you?" Freddie asks, his voice lightly teasing as he grazes his fingers along the soft length of Marius's cock. He's a bit sticky still from his earlier release even after Freddie's attempt at cleaning him up a bit, but he likes that if he's honest. It's a nice piece of evidence left over.

Though he's only run into Marius twice now, Freddie gets the impression Marius is the romantic sort, the type who finds it all too easy to get attached. Freddie, of course, is on the other side of the spectrum. He'd like to avoid attachment at all costs if only to avoid being the one who's more invested. There's nothing more pathetic than that, he's found.

"Trying to sleep your way through the city now?" he continues, still teasing, lips curled in a sly grin. "I'm not judging, by the way. Wouldn't dream of it. Are you seducing young men and women in bars and ski lodges, convincing them to rent a room with you for the evening before you fuck them and leave, never to be seen again? You know, we've done this twice now," he points out, still smiling. "Some might call that a bit of an attachment."