Marius whimpers, eyelids fluttering as he desperately tries to keep hold of Rat's gaze, dark, alluring, and intoxicating. The way his lover looks at him like that makes him feel as though he's been set on fire with starlight; Marius is addicted to the feeling, just as he adores the way Rat makes him feel so much, and so deeply. He will cherish all of these moments, and all of the moments, in general, he gets with Rat. He counts himself blessed to have them.

Marius brushes his legs against Rat's heated skin, biting down on his lip. He tries to encourage without words the need he finds mirrored in his lover's eyes.

"Yes," he pleads, arching his lower back and shifting his his hips forward to catch more of that delicious heat spurred on by Rat's marvelous fingers. He shifts the back of his head against the pillow, loosening his hair a bit from the braid Rat placed it in. His body is a knot of sensation, from the heat spooling from his stomach downward to the coolness of the morning air inspiring goosebumps on top of sweat-soaked flesh; he trembles against the sheets, breath hitching between gasps and moans.

"And come here so I can kiss you," he whimpers, nearly whines, reaching for Rat as though unsure of how to use his own arms.