Marius groans at the way Rat pulls at his hair; the sudden tug in his belly echoes the way he so keenly feels his lovers entwined fingers in between the strands. He keeps kissing and sucking and lapping at Rat's skin, keeps his fingers twisting and turning as Rat arches his back and hips into it.

He eases Rat through his pleasure as he comes down, watching him as he falls back on the mattress. He licks his lips as he pulls away; he licks each individual finger clean as he tries desperately to ignore the way his own body throbs with aching need. But, God, the way Rat looks, laying against the mattress and looking at him like that...

"Are you okay?" Marius manages to ask, moving up Rat's body to kiss him, gently, lovingly. He brings a hand to stroke through his lover's short hair.