"Then you'll have me," he said. They just wanted, for one night, not to be trapped in grief. Even as Rat's mind warned him away from all of it, his heart and body wanted.

Careful to keep his back and its myriad scars from quite entering Marius' field of vision, he slunk closer again for another kiss while a hand traveled down from his chest to the clasp of Marius' pants. For a second, he cupped Marius through his pants, just watching his reaction, then he flicked open the clasp and shifted, edging fingers under the hem.

Touching lower, not quite grasping, still watching, Rat shifted to straddle against Marius' thigh until he was not quite perched on him.