With Marius, everything goes topsy turvy. Rat forgets that he's cold and keeps his heart locked tight. He forgets that he prefers to be the one who controls the situation. Now, in this new body and with Marius above him, all that Rat can think about is the flush over his skin and the aching need between his legs, the need to be fucked so hard he can't move. He wants to give himself utterly to Marius, to be consumed with his desire.

"I love you," he breathes out.

"Own me," he whispers.