Marius tightens his grip in Rat's hair, unable to contain himself any longer; entirely overwhelmed as he is by the dual sensation of the other man's mouth and hand on him. He breaks at the expression in Rat's eyes, back arching and entire body shuddering as his release hits him. He moans Rat's name, long and loud before it dissolves into French incoherence.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he thinks he ought to be ashamed of his own wantonness. Blessedly, his own pleasure covers such thoughts in a fog, as he comes down from the high of his orgasm, trembling all over.

"Oh," is all he can manage, when he can finally breathe properly again.