Marius is far from utterly submissive but it's still a surprise to see him take such obvious initiative, to deliberately try to make Rat shout again. The touch is electric across his skin in a way that leaves Rat grasping at the sheets, biting his lip in a way that fails to completely suppress a high, desperate noise. Damn this body, he thinks, his legs closing and rubbing together.

Only a few touches and already he needs, aches for it. There's a dull throb between his legs that threatens to explode outward if left unattended or even if it is. His hips raise, thrusting blindly forward against Marius' thigh. The pressure alleviates some of the need but only jus.

"Fuck," he says (whines). "Marius–" Rat doesn't know what to say next, whether it's 'more' or 'stop.' He needs and he can't even be sure what, except for Marius.