Meeting his lips again, Marius tastes each gasp as they spill from Rat; he savors them as he returns the kiss with such need that he might help the other man mold themselves into one being. He feels as though he's caught on fire, the solitude of the past few months cast out into the smoke and drifting away. He groans as Rat tugs him by the hair, and as he looks down at the man beneath him, he feels a sudden pull in his gut.

And then Rat moans as his hips jerk, coming beneath him. Marius gasps at both the sight and the sensation of the liquid spilling over his hand; he kisses him with greater reverence as he continues stroking him through his orgasm, wringing his pleasure from him.

"You're beautiful," he mumbles in between kisses, struck suddenly by the urge to tell Rat this.