Each sensation spurred on by Rat pressed against him and within him makes Marius shiver; makes him gasp for breath and renders him that much more affected by the pleasure shooting through him like lightning. He hardly knows the nonsensical mixture of French and English slipping from his mouth; he's so caught between how this new body feels every flicker of a touch and kiss and the way Rat sounds as he marks up his body. Marius feels his toes curl as his lover's moans echo throughout his body.

Even as wound up as he is, a creeping awareness of his own nearness to the edge settles in; he feels it building in his belly and in the throbbing between his legs. Marius' whimpers and moans grow more strained and his shivering grows more distinct. His hips jerk forward haphazardly as Rat finds even the smallest places that steal his breath and his coherence.

"God, Rat," he manages as his lover all but races down his body, bringing both hands to grasp desperately at his hair.

And then he feels Rat's tongue and, abruptly, his entire body arches, nearly off the bed, as he breaks, head falling back almost violently against the pillow. Trembling even harder, Marius keens, tugging at Rat's hair as his pleasure takes him. Incoherent mumblings and breathless curses fall from his lips as he tries to focus to keep his legs from accidentally kicking Rat in the face. Eternity, but in all likelihood, a minute, passes before he regains any sense of, well, sense.

"Oh my God," he breathes out, voice hollow as the aftershocks run through him.