The mischief shining in Rat's eyes, combined with the simple word he utters that promises so much more than simplicity, sends shudders throughout Marius. He bites down on his lip to try and contain the whimpering moan building in his chest, but the noise falls from behind closed lips regardless.

He kisses Rat back with his own intensity and need, groaning into his mouth. His body already feels electric at each touch and kiss; Marius feels arousal flowing through his veins as thick and cloying as honeyed tea. "I can believe that," he gasps, neck arching. He spreads his legs to give Rat more room; he feels obscene and desperate and he finds himself addicted to both sensations as he angles his hips towards those two fingers with a whine.

He keeps his gaze as focused as he can on Rat; his body jerks and his hands tangle with fierce need in the sheets as he watches his lover squeeze his legs together. "God, Rat," he breathes.