He starts moving his hips towards Rat's touch, the rest of him squirming and increasingly desperate as he continues his stroking. He can't take his eyes away from the other man's gaze; the impish glint to them hypnotizing him. He moans, which rise in pitch and length each time Rat's thumb swipes across the head of his cock. "Please," he breathes, skin shining with sweat.

And then Rat's mouth is kissing up the side of him, before slightly closing over the very tip. Marius loses all semblance of control then, back arching up as his hands dig into the sheets around him.

"Rat," he moans, before dissolving into a string of incoherent, desperate French; he can't even think in English. All he knows is the sensation of the other man's mouth around him, and how much he needs more of it.