[for Marius - cont.]

[plaguedrat]

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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[plaguedrat]

Under the pillow, Rat heard a thump and cursing before yet another thump. Even though his head ached, he sat up, staring at Marius sprawled out on the floor, resisting the urge to laugh and smirking more than was probably fair.

"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.

[pontmercyfriend]

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.