It was a long time since he'd been kissed so...curiously. So sweetly. He'd forgotten how it felt to be explored anew, kissed so reverently. But Marius didn't look so innocent. There was a real lust, a want in him. He was aware, now, of Marius' own lean frame, the slight softness in his face that marked how young he really was. How young they both were.

He couldn't help groaning as Marius released him. Everywhere his skin touched Marius', Rat felt hyper aware, his skin prickling. He wanted, needed to be touched. Kissed.