pontmercyfriend | You're something like a phenomena. [For Freddie; backdated to the night of Nov. 30th]

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You're something like a phenomena. [For Freddie; backdated to the night of Nov. 30th]

Continued from here.

Marius delights in the huff of laughter that escapes from Freddie as he presses his hand against him, letting the breathless sound and the way Freddie's eyelids flutter wash right over him. He barely registers the noise of the door opening, clutching as he is at Freddie. He stumbles into the room, dragged by the front of his shirt, and just catches a glimpse of the space of it before Freddie has him pressed up against a wall.

He groans as their mouths meet once more, frantic and hungry; yearning for even more physical closeness, as though they could fuse together through their lips alone. Marius drinks in the sight of Freddie with eager eyes, no longer restrained by the dimly light atmosphere of the Halloween party or any sort of nerves. His mind whirls as he grasps at Freddie with desperate hands, shivering as Freddie exposes the skin beneath his shirt.

And then Freddie has his wrists pinned to the wall.

Marius' head falls back, neck arching with an elongated breath of a moan at the feeling; he shudders. He moans again into Freddie's mouth, rolling his hips forward onto the leg between his thighs, craving the friction desperately.

He whimpers into the words Freddie presses against his lips, nearly rising onto his toes and hips arching forward as Freddie squeezes his wrists. He spills curses in French and English into his mouth before he manages enough focus for coherent speech.

"As many times as you want," he whispers back, voice raw from wanting as he tries to catch his breath. He watches Freddie through heavily-lidded eyes, savoring the sight of his kiss-swollen lips and the desire radiating from all over his body. He rolls his hips again, both for the friction and to encourage Freddie further, egg him on, as the saying goes.

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Marius's response is unsurprising; Freddie himself can say he's only managed that feat a handful of times and only with some other aid in his system. He has a realistic enough understanding of his own abilities to know he's not likely to get Marius off that way tonight, but he does like the idea all the same.

It doesn't hurt that Marius keeps fucking back against him, back arched and legs spread, nearly wanton in his movements as Freddie slides his finger in deeper. He's careful to go slow, to wet the way with his tongue and not push harder than Marius's body will allow. Doing this without lube is always a bit trickier, but Freddie's something of an expert after all his experience; he knows how to make it feel good.

Twisting his wrist, he pushes in further as he gives Marius's left cheek a light bite, grinning against the smooth flesh before biting his own lip in concentration.

"How 'bout a mouth?" he asks, voice laced with promise as he crooks his finger just inside, his other hand still curled over Marius's hip. "Not certain I'm quite so good as to get you off untouched, but I'd love to swallow you. How's that?"

Freddie seems adept at balancing pleasure and care, making sure not to press forward too much, to avoid hurting him. Marius appreciates it greatly, moving against and with that touch and the press of his tongue, delighting in the sensations of both. The idea of coming without being touched flashes through his thoughts; he sucks in a quiet breath, shuddering at the idea.

Marius hisses as Freddie twists his wrist and nibbles on one side of his ass, little groans escaping between the press of his lips. Sweat gathers all over his body; he aches with wanting.

He lets out a stuttering moan, neck arching, at the quirk of Freddie's finger inside him and the promise latent in his tone of voice. His hips jerk as he leans back, seeking more of that touch. "You're plenty good," he manages, voice raw and breathless. He presses back urgently against Freddie's finger, as if to emphasize the point. "Believe me."

"But yes, please," he says, and his voice cracks this time. He feels so tightly wound, so aroused; he feels intoxicated, by Freddie, by all of his touches, by his tongue. He turns his neck to watch Freddie over his shoulder, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

Freddie knows he's good, of course. He's been practicing this for years, after all. And he's had a number of teachers himself, learns a little bit from nearly every single person he's with. Some more than others. But every last person is different, everyone has their likes and dislikes, their turn-ons and turn-offs. Freddie's favourite part is discovering each one for himself and right now, tonight, he has all the time in the world to do just that.

Marius isn't quite shaking, but it seems to be a near thing as he turns his head to look back over his shoulder at Freddie. His cheeks are a lovely shade of red, the colour seeping down over his neck and what little of his chest Freddie can see.

"Good answer," he remarks as Marius struggles to catch his breath, his smile quick and sharp.

He rests back then, one hand hooking under Marius's middle to flip him onto his back before he arranges Marius's legs to stay spread and bent at the knee. Leaning forward, Freddie takes Marius between his lips, suckling at the tip as he slides one hand down, fingers grazing over the swell of Marius's balls and then back behind, finding his spit-slick hole with one fingertip and gently easing in once more.

Marius, though definitely experienced now, finds that there still is so much to explore and learn when it comes to intimacy. Once, he thought sex exclusively for love; for marriage to one's soulmate. Since his time in Darrow, his opinions and beliefs have obviously changed, particularly in the wake of losing two people he's grown attached to and loved. Though he hasn't had many partners, Marius has had sex many times, and each time he finds some new detail, some new sensation, to savor.

He finds that Freddie, with his all his confidence, does as much to arouse him as his touches and kisses; he knows what he's doing, and he does it well. It is utterly breathtaking, when he thinks about it.

But of course, Marius hardly thinks about now, as he can hardly think. He does manage a teasing smile, though. "Lawyer, remember?" He asks, catching his breath at last only to have it stolen from him once again. Freddie flips him over on the mattress, and he lets out a gasp at the surety and the suddenness of the movement. He squirms and shifts as Freddie arranges his legs into place.

His hips jolt and his back arches as soon as Freddie's mouth closes over him; he lets out an obscene noise that is almost a shout, which gradually fades into a desperate moan. "Oh," he groans, keeping his knees bent and raised, spreading them a bit, as Freddie slides in a finger once again. His whole body quivers as he reaches down to tangle his fingers in Freddie's hair, tugging gently as he undulates into Freddie's mouth and finger. He feels positively wanton as French curses slip out of his lips, rising and falling in time with his ragged breaths.

Freddie's fucked more than a few law students in his time, and one or two full-on lawyers as well, come to think of it. In his experience, that has little to do with either their ability to answer questions or their sexual prowess but Freddie's delighted so far to find that Marius is an eager participant. He moves easily under Freddie's guidance, sinking back into the mattress and then jerking deliciously when Freddie sinks down onto him. The sound he makes is even more lovely, a ragged, wet thing as his feet slip across the bedding, looking for purchase.

The rock of Marius's hips make it easier for Freddie to slip his finger in further though Freddie's still careful to not go too far. However relaxed Marius might be, however much he clearly wants this, he's still tight and Freddie knows all too well how quickly that can sharpen the pain.

So, for now, he focuses more on the thick of Marius's cock, on sucking more of him inside, tongue circling the sensitive flesh peeking out from his foreskin, the taste of pre-come a hot tang on his tongue. He licks at the slit, humming when he feels another bead slip free before hollowing his cheeks as he sinks down again, careful with his teeth.

Marius's fingers curl into Freddie's hair, a tight grip that goes straight to Freddie's balls. He shifts a little where he is, trying to relieve some of the pressure between his own thighs as Marius curses in French above him. It makes Freddie's lips curl into a grin, makes his bottom teeth lightly scrape the underside of Marius's shaft.

Marius' chest keeps heaving and his feet keep slipping as he shifts his legs, trying to both find purchase and to avoid kicking Freddie in the face. His fingers clutch in the tangles of Freddie's hair, almost moving in time with the haphazard movements of his hips, the softness of it providing a cool, wonderful contrast to the sheer heat of the rest of Freddie pressed on and within him.

There's a care in the way Freddie moves his finger inside of him that Marius appreciates, when it catches his attention in between the riot of other sensations running through him. He doesn't press too hard or too far, yet he still manages to slide his finger in such a way that makes Marius shiver and ache as he presses down against both Freddie's finger and his mouth.

The more of his cock Freddie takes into his mouth, the louder and more desperate Marius' curses become, mixed in with strained gasps and other refrains of near-shouting. His arched back squirms against the sheets at the clever way Freddie uses his tongue and he jerks again as Freddie hums around him, the sound rushing straight to his curled toes.

He's just managed enough coherence to meet Freddie's gaze when Freddie smiles around him, lets his teeth glance against Marius' cock. "Fuck!" He slips out, in English this time, shuddering as his head falls back against the pillows, neck arching with the rest of his body as stars start to filter in at the edge of his vision. He's just at the precipice, about to fall over the edge.

"Freddie," he groans, nearly whines, as he struggles for breath enough to warn the other man. "Freddie, close."

The curse comes in English this time and Freddie's isn't certain if that's a better sign or worse than the French. Either way, it sounds delicious, the ache in Marius's tone utterly apparent. He'll take it to mean that Marius likes a tiny bit of pain with his pleasure and files it away for later use, focusing right now on hollowing his cheeks as he sinks down low, relaxing his throat as well as he can to take Marius as deep as possible. He's had quite a lot of practice with this in his time, but he's still no expert. Try as he might, he still has a rather annoying gag reflex and it's triggered just a bit when Marius rolls his hips again.

Freddie pulls off with a wet laugh, his hand quickly replacing his mouth as he jerks Marius hard and fast, passing his thumb over the sensitive tip as he drags at his foreskin.

He really does have quite a gorgeous cock, a lovely length and heft and it's so very red right now, aching for release. He can feel the muscles in Marius's thighs drawing tight, can see the clench of his abdomen as everything starts to crest. That'd be evidence enough even apart from Marius's feverish promise and he leans down again, wrapping his lips around the head, tongue briefly at the slit where Marius is still spilling pre-come for the moment before he sinks down a few inches. There's no need to go further, not with Marius as close as he is, but he hums softly, his hand moving where his mouth doesn't reach, pumping him in encouragement, already eager to feel Marius release inside him.

Marius' cursing grows louder, and more constant, as Freddie takes more of his cock inside of his mouth. He curses blur together, an agglomeration of French and English, to the point where he doesn't even know what language he's speaking any longer. Well, moaning, any longer, really.

He shifts his legs and his hips with increasing urgency, now so close to the edge that any bit of friction against his sweaty skin feels like a slice of paradise. Freddie's laughter sparks right through his entire body, and as soon as his hand wraps around him, begins to jerk him, Marius moans, breath coming in stuttering waves. He keeps one hand tangled in Freddie's hair while the other falls to the sheets, slipping against the fabric as he tries to find purchase.

His hips roll at such a speed that they might as well be rolling of their own accord when Freddie places his mouth back down on his cock. His whole self shakes as gasps fall from between his lips, rising in crescendo as Marius feels the stars burst behind the edge of his vision and pleasure entirely overwhelms him.

"Freddie," he tries to warn him, back and neck both bowing sharply. "Oh!" One hand digs into Freddie's hair; the other, into the sheets. He pants and groans, his whole chest moving as wildly as the rest of him.

He lets out an elongated moan, a blend of more curses and Freddie's name, as his hips jerk and he spills into Freddie's lovely, amazing mouth.

The roll of Marius's hips turns wild in moments, hands buried in Freddie's hair, tugging and pulling as Freddie squares his shoulder and groans around the length of Marius's cock. He's always loved this part, this moment right before a man comes, when he loses all inhibition and turns downright primal. There's nothing like it in the world. Apart from getting fucked, maybe.

Marius is murmuring all sort of things, words in English and French and everything in between. He may be speaking in tongues for all the sense some of it makes and Freddie can't help but feel that deep in his chest, a warmth spreading outward and all through him, a warmth that makes his cock ache between his legs.

And Marius does warn him ahead of time, both in his movements and his words, tugging sharply at Freddie's hair as his legs begin to shake, whining Freddie's name.

With a grunt. Freddie sinks down deeper, as far as he can go without triggering his gag reflex, and then Marius is spilling, thick and hot and glorious. Pulling back a little, Freddie swallows and coughs just a bit before his grin turns sharp and he curls a hand tight around Marius, jerking him through it, ducking low to collect another rope of come across his tongue, eyes turned upward to watch the shape of Marius's mouth and the expression on his face, to watch as he surrenders completely to his orgasm.

Marius is always amazed by the sheer intensity of how much he feels at the moment of release. He's read myriad amounts of poetry and prose describing the "ecstasy of love." All of those words are never enough to fully capture the experience of coming undone by someone else's touch.

And, God, is Freddie teaching him new meanings of the word 'ecstasy.'

He finds himself dizzy, lightheaded, and unable to keep from murmuring in all those languages as Freddie groans around him; as he grunts and sinks down even further on his cock, taking more of Marius in than he expects. He gasps, pulling desperately at Freddie's hair as his own head jerks against the pillow, almost in time with the movements of Freddie's hand, jerking him through his pleasure, which washes over him in so many waves.

Marius just manages to catch a glimpse of the way Freddie watches him before his eyes flutter and his head hits the pillow again.

Even as he comes down, Marius can't keep his body from squirming. From aching in the wake of his orgasm.

"Oh," he manages, voice raw and cracked and entirely debauched. He heaves from his chest all the way down to his thighs, while the world spins around him. "Fuck."

It's been too long for Freddie to remember exactly how Peter had tasted and it hardly seems to matter besides. Marius has flooded his mouth, hot and thick, shaking under the force of it and it's all Freddie can do to swallow as he catches his breath. He looks completely undone, legs spread wide and skin flushed a lovely shade of pink from neck to navel and Freddie licks his lips as he slides his hand up Marius's cock one last time, squeezing the last out of him.

Sitting back on his haunches, Freddie brings his fingers to his lips, tasting still more of Marius as he wraps his other hand around himself, indulges in a slow stroke from base to tip as he grins.

"Good then?" he asks, though he well knows the answer. It'd sure as hell been good for him, at least, and he'd like to think that's fairly obvious to Marius given how hard he is. Still, he keeps his strokes loose and slow, relishing the touch just as it is instead of pushing on to any sort of finish. He drops his other hands, fingers sticky with spit and come, to Marius's thigh, grazing up the skin.

With a cock of his head, he asks, "Gonna let me fuck you now then?"

Trouble is, of course, he's only got a couple condoms on him and no lube to speak of. There might be some lotion in the toilet, but Freddie's not checked yet and, if he's honest, he's not too keen on moving just yet. Not when Marius makes such a pretty sight.

Marius keeps on inhaling desperately, all but gulping down air as the high of his release lingers like a fog around and through him. He can feel that his hair's a mess and the flush throughout his body as Freddie swallows the last of his come, looking utterly decadent as he does so. Marius shudders, fingers catching in the sheet as he tries to ground himself.

Freddie moves languidly to sit up and back on his legs, licking his lips and stroking himself all at once. That grin sends aftershocks right through Marius; he cannot contain the whimpering noise that falls from his lips at the sight, hips shifting again against the bed. He leans up to kiss Freddie, deeply, wanting, groaning at the taste of himself as he answers Freddie's question without words.

But Marius does answer him with words, too, wanting to let him know just how good it was for him, as he savors Freddie's hand, warm and solid, against his thigh. "Amazing," he confirms, voice breathless and cracking as he tries to compose himself. He can see, by Freddie's own hardness, how much he enjoyed it, and he flushes deeper at the sight, feeling proud and glad to be the source of that arousal. He lets out a huff of laughter, his pleasure obvious in the glint in his eyes and the crinkle of his nose and smile.

"Yes," he more whispers than anything else, making to reach up to Freddie to pull him flush against him.

He doesn't realize how close he is to one of the end tables by the bed until he accidentally catches the knob of it with his elbow in the process of grabbing Freddie. He lets out a startled curse, more out of surprise than actual pain.

But he grazed the knob to accidentally open the drawer, and much to his surprise, among the obligatory Bible that always seems to come in hotel rooms (for what purpose he still doesn't understand, given that he doesn't believe anyone uses hotel rooms for praying), he finds a small bottle, labeled "Holiday Spirit" with "Under the Mistletoe" listed as the flavor.

Marius' eyes widen for a moment, once he realizes what it is. And then he throws back his head and laughs, holding up the bottle for Freddie to see. "I think Santa is real after all," he says, entirely amused and grateful for such a stroke of luck.

By means of answer, Freddie assumes, Marius pushes himself up to capture Freddie's mouth in a wet, demanding sort of kiss. With a groan, Freddie sinks into it immediately, gripping his own cock tighter as their tongues meet, as Marius tastes himself in the heat of Freddie's mouth and drinks him clean. They're still breathing a bit roughly when Marius pulls back to answer with words this time, reaching one arm forward.

The moment is interrupted briefly when Marius smacks his elbow against the edge of the night table. Freddie laughs, a sharp sound of surprise that dies away when he notices the little bottle inside the drawer that's been knocked open. Marius spots it at the same time, reaching in to show Freddie the label. There are some things about this place, good and bad, that Freddie will never understand, but the sheer convenience of some things, the regularity of happenstance, is near the top of the list.

Marius's wide smile and bright laugh are more than enough for Freddie to not question a thing right now and he own face breaks into a smile as he takes the little bottle from Marius's hand.

"Think it smells like cinnamon?" he asks, popping open the lid and taking a sniff. Turns out to smell a bit like cloves, actually, sweet with just a bit of chemical tang and he shrugs, still grinning as he squeezes a sizable dollop onto his fingers.

"Any condoms in there as well?" he asks, dropping those fingers between Marius's thighs before he can so much as look, searching for and finding the slick rim of his hole and pressing just slightly. He's tight post-orgasm and Freddie knows better than to shove in just yet. Instead, he massages, lips still curled in a grin.

That inconspicuous little bottle, laying so innocently against the leather of the token Bible, is one of Darrow's kinder tricks, Marius thinks, as he watches Freddie's reaction to said bottle. The smile that breaks across his face in response makes Marius' own smile brighten, unfurl wider with another giggle let out in a huff of air.

"Does it?" He asks, head tilted to the side on the pillow for a better vantage point of Freddie examining the lube. His breath catches and a tremor runs through him when Freddie pours a bit of the lube on his fingers. Marius' legs shift in anticipation, messing up the neatness of the sheets even further.

"Let me lo - oh!" Marius has his hand halfway to the drawer again when Freddie presses in with his slick fingers, sending another jolt through his skin. His hand curls into itself on the bed as he lifts his other hand to grasp at Freddie's face. His body curves into an arch as his eyes glaze over, unable to focus on anything but Freddie and that magnificent smile hanging on such lovely lips. Heat coils in his belly, serpentine, and he pulls Freddie to him for another wanting, greedy kiss, hips beginning to move against his fingers.

Freddie doesn't let Marius take a sniff just yet; his fingers are otherwise occupied, after all. Instead, he tosses the bottle aside for the moment, not far enough it can't be easily reached, but not close enough to get in the way either. Marius has stretched backward once more, again reaching back behind him for the drawer though he's quickly distracted by the press of Freddie's finger. Grinning at the reaction he gets, Freddie slips his finger out to only circle Marius's sensitive rim, dipping shallowly once again, teasing little by little.

He's still aching between his thighs, but watching Marius writhe beneath him is a marvel all its own. He arches gently, all pale, freckled skin and lean muscle, lips slack on a quiet moan as he rolls his hips upward, silently begging for more.

And Freddie's more than willing to provide, but not without having some fun first. He slips his finger in once again, deeper this time, twisting his wrist as Marius begins to loosen up little by little. He watches carefully, taking every cue until he can slide his finger in as far as it'll go, crooking the top knuckle, searching.

"Find any then?" he asks then, conversationally, as he nods at the drawer again. Then pulls his finger back to slide in a second along side it.

Marius sees the bottle fall and land on the other side of the bed out of of the corner of his eyes; the lube may as well vanish into thin air in the next instant for all he cares, caught up as he is with all of Freddie's teasing and that grin, making his body ebb like the tide across the bed, seeking more of that touch currently so delicate and light. In the wake of his orgasm, Marius feels even the smallest touch most keenly; his breath hitches and his thighs tremble with each circling motion of Freddie's fingers.

Freddie's gaze on him inspires more fluidity to his motions; more urgency. Marius' hand glances against the heat of Freddie's skin and he knows Freddie must be aching himself. His touch strengthens as he drags his hand down Freddie's body, down his chest, as his own hips roll and he moans.

And then that finger is, suddenly, inside him once again, moving deeper and at different angles. Marius moans louder, more insistent, with his body arching more sharply at the friction. All of him is flush with wanting and sensation, sprawling through him like sea foam across waves at Freddie's touch. He feels as though he hasn't yet come down from his previous bout of pleasure; his hand curls against the heat of Freddie's chest.

"Dieu, Freddie!" He exclaims as that searching knuckle brushes against a deep, soft spot in him that sends stars shooting through his veins. Marius' whole body shudders, neck arching against the pillows as he writhes into Freddie's touch, frantically craving more of it. Again, French curses fall from his mouth, in between more fervent, voluptuous cries. His chest quakes as he can't seem to catch his breath.

And Freddie is so composed, asking him again about the drawer beside them. The sort of composure that encourages Marius' lips pressing together, teeth occasionally scraping the surface of his lower lip, as he tries to form a coherent answer.

"Still looking," he manages on a huff of breath, hand shakily reaching in the direction of the drawer. His hand again pauses when Freddie slides a second finger into him, digging into the bed briefly before Marius brings it to grasp at the bare skin of Freddie's chest along with his other hand. He moves them both to grasp desperately at Freddie's back, tugging him closer as his hips move faster.

"Keeping getting distracted," he tries to tease but the crack in his voice rather gives him away.

Freddie finds that spot inside rather easily, grinning wide at Marius's delightful reaction. He's so responsive is the thing, writhing and moaning with every touch, and all of it going straight to Freddie's cock. Marius still hasn't managed to find the condoms, but Freddie supposes he can't be blamed given that Freddie is being rather distracting. And delighting in that task, of course.

"S'pose you should work on focusing then," he remarks with a teasing grin, slowly pumping two fingers within the heat of Marius's body. It's a tight fit and he goes slow until Marius gradually begins to loosen. He slides his other hand up the soft skin of Marius's inner thigh.

It might be a bit much to make Marius come like this so soon after making him come with his mouth so Freddie slows his hand soon enough, slipping his fingers free before giving him a playful slap to the hip as he shifts his weight and reaches for the drawer himself.

Whatever Santa had provided the holiday lube, has also provided holiday condoms, it seems, as Freddie pulls out a string of red and green foil packets. They're all the same size which seems a bit limiting, but they appear they'll fit and Freddie tugs off one, dropping the packet onto Marius's chest with a wide grin as he deposits the rest back into the drawer. "Do the honors," he says, his knees pressed right up against Marius's sides as he slides a hand over his cock, keeping himself hard. Keeping himself ready.

"Suppose I should," Marius replies,gasping softly and eyes glazed as though he's focusing on anything but Freddie and the teasing, knowing way he's working his fingers into Marius. The way Freddie smiles, too, self-satisfied and delighted all at once, or so it seems to Marius, makes him ache and roll his hips down toward Freddie's hand just as much as his fingers. "But you are making it rather hard." He's pleased by the fact that he manages to sound teasing as well as breathless when he says it.

Marius gnaws on his lips as Freddie moves a hand up his thigh, warm and promising. He groans a bit when Freddie pulls away, but he's also grateful for the chance to breathe a bit, for the dizzying warmth building in him to settle, as Freddie accomplishes the task he couldn't.

He laughs at the slap to his hip, shifting himself to better accommodate Freddie in between his legs. He laughs more when he sees the actual condoms, even more ridiculously festive than the lube. He grins up at Freddie as he takes the packet on his chest, carefully tearing it open so as not to rip the cargo inside. "My pleasure," he says, voice going hollow and chest tightening as he watches Freddie cradling his own cock, a sight that goes straight down to his own.

Marius leans up again to meet Freddie's lips, kissing him recklessly for a moment before pulling back to focus on the task at hand. He brings his bare hand to take over stroking Freddie's cock, giving him a fair few teasing strokes with blatant desire in his eyes and the way his body quivers in waiting. He rolls on the condom a few moments later, leaning up again for another heated kiss.

"Whenever you're ready," he whispers in between kisses and a few quiet noises of wanting.

While he's hardly expecting Marius to say no, some part of him isn't quite expecting Marius to agree so enthusiastically. He pushes himself up, one hand holding the condom Freddie had so unceremoniously dropped onto his chest, meeting Freddie's lips with a hungry, fervent kiss before replacing Freddie's hand on his cock with his own.

And Freddie lets him, opening his mouth to the press of Marius's tongue and grunting softly at the touch of Marius's hand. It's a sure touch, indulgent as he strokes from base to tip and Freddie rocks up just a bit, rolling his hips forward to fuck into the circle of Marius's grip, shuddering slightly.

Moments later and the condom is on him, rolled down by Marius's fingers even as Marius continues kissing him, their lips red and swollen, slick with spit. Freddie lifts a hand, curls it around the nape of Marius's neck to keep him there, nipping lightly at those pink lips and feeling the whisper of them against his own when Marius speaks again. He replies only with a nod before leaning forward to push Marius back into the mattress, rearranging slightly as he hovers over him.

He grabs the pillow from the other side of the bed, urges Marius to lift his hips up before stuffing it beneath and then grabbing one of Marius's legs, curling it high up around his waist as he kneels in close. He doesn't ask if Marius himself is ready before pressing the tip of his cock to Marius's hole, but he does watch Marius's face carefully, only teasing for a moment before pushing forward, going slow so only his tip pushes in at first, not quite breaching the tight ring of muscle before pulling back, waiting for Marius to breathe and relax and let him.

Marius sucks those soft groans into his mouth, tightening the grip of his hand as Freddie shivers into his touch, hips rocking upward into his hand. And he keeps kissing Freddie, unable to stop, their swollen lips pressing and sliding together in increasing urgency. Marius leans in to Freddie's hand around his neck, sighing at the feel of his teeth against the soft, plump surface of his lips.

He feels more than he actually sees Freddie's nod in response; his breath hitching, eyes heavily lidded, as he leans back into the mattress. He moves with Freddie, lifting his hips while Freddie places the pillow beneath them. His breath catches in a gasp again as Freddie curls his leg around his waist; Marius moves his other leg to graze against Freddie's hip, the heel of his foot brushing against the back of his thigh. He brings both hands to the sides of Freddie's face, one hand tangling in his hair and the other moving to grasp desperately at every inch of exposed skin he can reach.

Marius' back arches, Freddie's name on a breathless moan falling from his lips as Freddie teases at his entrance; he watches the man above him with wide, eager eyes. For a few moments, increasingly desperate whimpers leave his mouth as Marius concentrates on taking steadying breathes, relaxing around Freddie as he gradually pushes in; his fingers catch in his blonde hair.

In the next moment, he squeezes his leg around Freddie's waist, pushing his himself against his cock in both encouragement and need. Marius' fingers curl and uncurl in Freddie's hair and his other hand catches in the warm skin of Freddie's back; he can feel his chest heaving as he watches Freddie, drinking him in and silently pleading for more with his eyes.

It's these moments, ones just like this with Marius's legs wrapped 'round his waist, Marius's hands on his face and their eyes locked, it's these moments that Freddie loves most about sex. There's a connection here unlike any else, two people coming together as one, either near-strangers or long-time lovers, it makes no difference. The heat and intensity is different with every partner, different with every meeting even, but each one fulfilling in its own way.

Marius is especially pleasing, his eagerness overflowing as he stares up at Freddie with wide, dark eyes. He's clutching at Freddie, fingers tangling in Freddie's hair, a hand on Freddie's shoulders and side, gripping as he arches up, silently begging for Freddie to slide in further.

It's more than Freddie needs, really, breath catching quietly in his throat as he tilts his hips and sinks in. Even with all the prep, Marius is still tight so Freddie holds back a bit, easing in slow. He doesn't ask if Marius is okay, doesn't ask if he needs to go slower, but does watch Marius intently, examining his face for any flicker of discomfort, reading the pull of his muscles and hitch of his breath.

Halfway in, he stops, his heart pounding and he leans down to bite lightly at Marius's bottom lip before rolling his hips forward once again, sinking in further as he breathes out into Marius's mouth.

The intimacy of sex catches Marius off guard every time; the room shrinking to just their two bodies on the bed. The friction of their skin that sparks like kindling. It all leaves him breathless and stunned a bit.

Intense yearning glows like phosphorescence between the press of their bodies, as Marius clutches at the softness of Freddie's hair and skin. His breath keeps stumbling over itself in his throat; his heart beats out of time as he basks in the warmth of Freddie's gaze, meeting it with his own, just as bright and just as full of wanting. There is no room for loneliness in the ways they hold each other now, and Marius is glad to lose himself to the abandon of desire.

Marius shivers as Freddie's breath catches; the press of his cock, gradual as it sinks into him, makes him ache all over, makes him moan, long and low, with the increasing pleasure it brings. Freddie's eyes, focused entirely on him, make him arch his hips forward, seek more of that beautiful ache. His thighs squeeze around Freddie's waist, his hands clutch again at Freddie's hair and his back for purchase. He can't quite catch his breath and he can't contain the noises, the moans, the whimpers, and the gasping.

He shudders again as Freddie bites his lower lip, letting the gentleness of the gesture rush right through him. He leans up himself at Freddie's breath in his mouth, letting out a groan in his, before crashing their lips desperately together. His chest heaves and his hips undulate as Freddie sinks further into him. Marius feels so alive.

Marius gasps beneath him, shudders when Freddie slides in deep, and Freddie soaks it all in, slowly building a rhythm between their bodies as Marius clutches at Freddie's skin and hair. There's nothing passive in either of them, Marius lifting his hips with every thrust, opening himself to the slide of Freddie's cock.

The kiss Marius presses to Freddie's mouth is nothing short of hungry. It's uncoordinated and a little bit sloppy and Freddie laughs against him before fucking in harder, swallowing another gasp as soon as it's breathed. The angle makes it nearly impossible for Freddie to reach between them and give Marius a good tug as he goes so he only presses closer, offers the flat of his belly for Marius to rock against with every push.

His skin is covered in a thin sheen of sweat, hair matted to his forehead. Marius looks much the same, his cheeks flushed pink and skin burning beneath Freddie's touch.

"You're making some wonderful little noises," he says a moment later, voice rough as he thrusts in harder. "You always sound this good?"

Marius builds on the rhythm Freddie starts, his entire body shivering and moving with a serpentine intensity to meet each of Freddie's increasingly harder thrusts; he digs his heels in a bit against Freddie's lower back, his knees and thighs grazing against the sweat-slicked skin of Freddie's hips with increasing urgency and wanting.

Marius' body creaks like the bed beneath them as their rhythm surges to a dizzying pace; he cries out, guttural noises increasing in pitch and length each time Freddie's cock slides into him. He swallows Freddie's laughter, nearly gulps it down as he keeps pressing his lips desperately to Freddie's, each kiss and attempted kiss messier than the previous one. He groans as Freddie presses closer, writhing against his toned stomach with breathy curses in French and English both.

Freddie appears as undone and wrecked as Marius feels; Marius drinks in the sight of him greedily, digging his nails into the sweaty flush of Freddie's skin and the tousled mess of his hair. He digs his heels into Freddie's back with a bit more intensity, asking without words for Freddie to fuck him even harder.

He smiles, chokes on a breath at the compliment as he arches his neck back, trying to regain some semblance of coherency in his thoughts, which is proving damn near impossible with the way Freddie and his touch and all of him absolutely surrounds Marius. The roughness of Freddie's voice goes straight to Marius' cock.

He lifts his head to all but glue his lips to Freddie's neck, sucking and nibbling on what skin he can latch onto. "Only," he manages, voice thoroughly ruined already, "only when I'm being fucked by an artist." He leans back to catch Freddie's mouth in another fervid kiss.

With each desperate grapple of Marius's hands on his skin, every ragged gasp and shuddered pull, Freddie can feel himself hurtling closer to the edge. It's building in the base of his spine even as the muscles in his thighs and back start to ache from the exertion. Panting, Freddie plants a hand next to Marius's shoulder on the bed, using it for leverage as he rocks his hips in harder. Faster. Skin slapping against skin, the very best sound Freddie's ever heard short of the sound of someone coming.

Marius's response surprises a laugh out of him, rough and breathless, altering the rhythm they've built as their mouths slide together, wet and wholly uncoordinated.

"Like how that sounds," he admits, words barely audible through his heavy breathing as the sweat rolls down the side of his face. Marius is equally flushed beneath him, eyes wide and nearly black with arousal and Freddie starts to lose his ability to hold on, shoulders curving as he bends closer, rocking in hard.

"Fuck," he grunts, reaching down with his free hand to grab Marius by the thigh, hiking him up higher to give Freddie a better angle. "Fuck, fuck-- ahhh."

His orgasm crashes through him as he shoves in, spilling into the sheath of the rubber. He doesn't quite stop moving, jerking in a few more thrusts, buried in the blissfully tight heat of Marius's body as it crashes over him.

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