Marius shudders more with each teasing word that falls from between Rat's lips. Every little touch and tease seems amplified in this body; his toes curl with each new sensation that jolts throughout his body like lightning.

And, God, but touching Rat only further ignites the heat running rampant through him. He can feel the heat radiating from his lover's skin; he finds himself addicted to the softness of it, even as his own hand trembles. Need and wanting fills the air around them like cigarette smoke, thick and hazy; it adds to the tightness in his chest and belly, and he finds that he can't contain the multitudes of gasps and moans falling from his parted mouth.

Marius' eyes widen when Rat shouts like that; he leans further back against his lover to press their skin closer together, his hand roaming again over that same spot on his nipple, needing to hear Rat make that noise again.

He tilts his head to meet Rat for a kiss, bringing his other hand from the sheets to entangle in Rat's short hair. He spills sweet nothings in French in between gasps and their lips parting and moving together, unable to help himself.