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plaguedrat) wrote2015-04-10 10:48 pm
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[for Marius - cont.]
Rat laughed, low and throaty, before letting the sound get swallowed up in the kiss. His hips pressed down against Marius', not quite grinding so much as making him aware of their closeness, the pressure. Skin touched skin, both of them lean and warm. It wasn't the same as Grey, there was no replacing him. Rat was fully aware that it was Marius he was kissing, that it was Marius who was filling him with need.
"I won't scare you."
"I won't scare you."
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"Food..." He needed to eat but the idea of food was simultaneously revolting.
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And then Rat mentions food, and Marius' stomach clenches in preparation for the inevitable.
"Fuck," he swears, stumbling out of bed to try and make it to the bathroom. His eyes screwed shut against the blinding light, however, he doesn't see where he's going, and collides with the wall, nose first.
"Damn it!" He yelps, falling back flat on his ass and wincing at the pain blossoming in his nose.
But, oddly enough, it distracts him enough to keep him from getting sick.
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"Don't worry your pretty little head," he said, looking around for his shirt and zipping up the pants he'd never fully removed. "I'll go."
Dragging a hand down his face, he stood up and tossed the hotel key to Marius. If he could just endure another hour, he'd be home.
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He swears in French this time, covering his face with his hands as he burns bright red in embarrassment.
"Have a good morning?"
It's as awkward as any other turn of phrase he's come with over the years, but it'll do. He catches the hotel key with another grimace.