Marius lets the warmth of their kissing wash right over him, sighing a bit between the press of their lips. His grin remains, turns a bit crooked, at the groan Freddie bites back, and he leans in to bump their noses together slightly as they speak. He continues his exploration of Freddie's skin, keeping one hand on the area around his thigh and the other moving up to brush slightly against his cock.

"I do try," he replies with another grin, eyes glimmering even more brightly at the soft sound of Freddie's laughter. "Or, rather, more accurately, my mouth does try." He lets out a pleased noise as their lips press together once again, opening his mouth to Freddie's tongue, his own rising up to meet it. He moans into the kiss, shuddering at the hand around him as his own hands stutter against Freddie's skin.

He keeps kissing Freddie, enjoying the unhurried, relaxed atmosphere surrounding them in this moment. There's nothing but this room and the two of them with no expectations of anything but this kind of slowburning intimacy; Marius finds he rather enjoys it all, as he lets his own hand wrap around Freddie's length in turn.