Marius is uneducated in fucking in general; this moment with Rat is the most intimate he's gotten with any other human being in his life. Back in Paris, he could hardly fathom such proximity before marriage, let alone with another man. But now, in this moment, he finds he's been craving this sort of closeness for longer than he realizes.

He grins up at Rat, breathless, and just as drunk on the feeling of their skin pressed together as much as the liquor in his body. "I like this a lot," he admits.

He lets out soft, little noises at the kisses the other man places down his chest; he just can't seem to get enough of him.

"I don't even know what those are," he says, giggling a bit.