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

[pontmercyfriend]

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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[pontmercyfriend]

"It's working," Marius replies, earnest even with the catch of his breath and the shudder that runs through him in response to Freddie's touch along his cock again. He can still feel the stickiness of his last release, which makes him blush, but Freddie doesn't seem to mind it.

The people he goes home with, Marius finds, have all been obliging and amiable about the matter, for the most part, friendly and joking, even, in the mornings after. Some of them have even become friends, or, in the case of Maya, his coworker, even better friends. With the exceptions of a couple of terrible nights, one of which was a good portion of Marius' fault, Marius has had rather good luck with the entire enterprise of attempting to sleep his feelings away. Though, no matter how many people he goes to bed with, no amount of intimacy can quite quell the dull aching of his heart, when Marius really stops and considers it.

Which is why, of course, he does his level best to avoid considering it.

"Something like that," Marius manages with a laugh, leaning in closer to Freddie's smile, letting their lips linger close for a bit as his own touches travel lower down Freddie's body, more insistent. His eyes flash with a teasing glimmer and his own mouth quirks into a crooked smile. "Maybe not quite the whole city, though. I'm not that ambitious."

He snorts, shaking his head as he pulls back a bit. "I suppose they have a point, there. Physical attachment is still attachment, no? Just without the chocolate and flowers."

It's surprisingly easy to laugh and tease with Freddie like this. If Marius stops and thinks of it, he would have cause to worry. As it is, he leans in again instead, pressing his mouth to Freddie's, kissing him thoroughly. He pulls back again with another teasing glint in his eyes. "As it happens, I suspect you're quite attached to my mouth."

[thisfaceismine]

Marius's kiss is almost teasing, wide mouth stretched in a grin as he presses in close to whisper his lips against Freddie's. And Freddie grins right back, meeting the touch eagerly, pulling away only enough to let Marius continue speaking and biting back a groan when Marius's own hand turns a bit more intent down between his thighs.

He arches his hips slightly, pressing into the touch, gaze not leaving the glint of humour sparkling in Marius's eyes.

"It is a very nice mouth," he concedes with a soft laugh, the sound of it melting away beneath the next press of Marius's lips. He hums into the kiss, sneaks his tongue in for a better taste as he curls his hand more firmly around Marius's soft length. He squeezes then, more a promise than any real act of intent just yet and closes his eyes. It's a good feeling, this. Nice and warm and comfortable. Marius might be the romantic sort, but he isn't overbearing in a way Freddie's certainly seen before. He's tentative, nervous about things attachment in a way Freddie himself recognizes all too well.

Maybe it's a good fit in that way, maybe they can both get exactly what they want from this, even if it's only this one more night.

[pontmercyfriend]

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.