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Rat ([personal profile] 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."
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[personal profile] pontmercyfriend 2015-04-29 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay," Marius winces again, and his stomach churns. God, please don't let me be sick, he prays, desperately. "Just...stop snapping, please." He wishes he could burrow himself into the pillow and not emerge for...a very long time.
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[personal profile] pontmercyfriend 2015-04-29 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Marius still can only manage tiny sips from the water bottle at most, in between blocking his face from the outside light. His thoughts are a mess of confusion; he should never have drunk so much to begin with. He shouldn't have gotten into such a situation. But more than that, he shouldn't have enjoyed it as much as he did. Because, even in the midst of his turbulent stomach and aching head, he still recalls the shivers of pleasure he'd enjoyed with Rat. He tries not to linger too long on that thought.

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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[personal profile] pontmercyfriend 2015-05-02 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
It's only as Rat speaks again that Marius realizes he is fully sprawled out on the floor, entirely naked, having fallen out of his pants after rolling out of bed.

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.