He feels like he could fall out of his own skin with the sensations Rat inspires within him; he can't stop shivering, nor can he keep himself quiet. He tries to at least soften the noise by biting down on his bottom lip, but ultimately he can't contain all his moaning, nor the desperate whimpers that escape in between. He feels his whole body blush when Rat pins him down by the hips; his head falls back against the pillow, neck arching as he lets out a noise somewhere between a whine and a gasp. God, but he really enjoyed that.

"Rat," he manages to cry out among a string of French curses and general nonsense, bringing his hands to tug at the other man's hair when he's able to move again. The movements of his hips become increasingly erratic as Rat takes him in deeper; he's not going to last much longer, he can feel it.

"Rat," he cries out again, voice cracking as he digs his fingers in the man's hair.