Marius has never kissed anyone quite like this; he keeps dragging his lips across Rat's skin, unwilling to tear them away from the heat of it. As close as he is to Rat's lean frame, he suddenly becomes aware of how young he really is; his groans and the other ways in which he reacts to Marius' kisses speak as to an age usually hidden by the weight of such a heavy life.

He keeps his other hand glancing across Rat's skin, sweeping over him as he tries to brush every available inch. He brings his mouth further down the other man's body, kissing him with greater passion and reverence as he does so. He wants to give Rat all the pleasure he can possibly give.

His other hand squeezes his erection as he strokes; his mouth poised just at the end of his abdomen.