How To Fall From Grace [MxM]

Step 28: Fall in love (pt. 2)

Pride be damned. Frey breathlessly surrendered underneath Marius' touch as heated yearning seeped into his body, wanting more. Being ready to ask for more. To beg for it.

They didn't need to think about anything else. Nothing existed but them. No trauma, and no worrying about what would happen in the future. Just their bodies intertwined and driven by the hunger for each other in a moment outside of time.

"Can I have you, Frey?" Marius mumbled against Frey's neck. "Right here?"

Frey nodded wordlessly, wishing he could say something equally salacious in response that would make Marius twitch as hard as he just had, but his mouth was dry and his thoughts were incoherent, so a nod was all he could offer at the time.

Moving up further, Marius grabbed around Frey's waist to prop him up on the army of pillows inhabiting at least a third of the bed, frowning as Frey quickly sank down through them to seemingly drown.

"Just—" Marius tossed pillow after pillow to the side with a frustrated groan. "How many of these are there?"

"A proportionate amount to the size of the bed," Frey insisted as one of the supporting pillows underneath him was removed, causing him to sink down further.

"And you sleep like this?"

"I have an explanation, but..." Frey shoved the rest of the pillows onto the floor before pulling Marius closer. "... Not right now."

Marius laughed into the kiss.

"Is it a long explanation, then?"

"You know me."

"Perhaps, but..." Marius ran a hand along Frey's stomach. "... I think I could know you better."

Frey shuddered as his neck was kissed, and he obediently tilted his head to expose it better.

"Here." He took Marius' hand to help him pull up his shirt. "Might as well throw this on the floor too. Show your imagination just how poor of a job it's been doing."

"I can't be good at everything," Marius protested while raising Frey's back to make his task easier, and though Frey's skin was exposed to the cold of the open balcony, the touch of Marius' warm hands soon made up for it. "And I prioritised my job as your stable boy, so..."

Frey grimaced as the shirt was pulled over his head and discarded to the floor.

"Except now you don't really have—"

"I know I don't have that job anymore, you don't need to rub it in." Marius pressed a hand against Frey's face to push him down against the bed again. "It was a joke about you saying I was yours back then."

"Well..." Frey removed Marius' hand, eyes averted. "... couldn't you still be mine?"

Marius smiled, but raised an eyebrow.

"Your stable boy?"

"My... someone."

"Oh?" Marius leaned down over him so their upper bodies pressed against each other, and Frey's breath hitched. "And what does that entail?"

"Uh..." Frey's cheeks flushed red as a series of ideas flooded his head, but he couldn't bring himself to utter a single one of them.

"Well?" Marius played with Frey's bangs while waiting. "What would you have your someone do?"

Mind spinning, Frey's eyes wandered down to Marius' lips.

"... Kiss me again."

"Out of everything you could have asked for?" Marius laughed, but obediently leaned down to give Frey a soft kiss. "And now, what?"