Rat doesn't whimper often, nor whine, nor turn to hide his face in a pillow, but Marius drags all of this out of him and more. Already, embarrassingly quick, he can feel that tightness building. He's never come like this before but he knows, instantly, what's happening.

"Marius..." He says it around clenched teeth, trying not to lose complete control. "Shit, Marius. Touch me."

Without thinking of anything beyond how much he needs it, how much it will topple him over in moments, Rat grabs Marius' wrist with the same urgency as when he touched his breast. Now he holds it against the seam of his body, wordlessly begging.