Marius lets the words wash over him; he smiles, his besotted gaze focused on Rat and the lovely flush glazing his skin. The sight makes him shiver. He leans up to nuzzle at his lover's face, lingering especially at his nose and his cheeks before moving to press more kisses all over his skin, chasing after what gooseflesh he can find. His hands wander, gently exploring.

Rat is gorgeous like this, open and so clearly wanting. Marius savors the sight and the touch of him, even as he whispers.

He pulls back a bit, eyes widening at the request.

But he doesn't hesitate for longer than a few moments, moments in which his chest tightens and the heat in his stomach flares as he takes in Rat's words and the way he looks sprawled beneath him. Marius loves him so; he wants to bring Rat, who has given him so much as a lover, as much pleasure as he can, however Rat most desires it.

"Anything you want," he promises in a heady whisper, eyes turned to smoke as he starts kissing down Rat's body the way Rat's kissed him in the past, teeth and tongue and insistence rolling against warm, flushed flesh. He rids his lover of what remains of his clothes in moments; he shucks of his own bathroom soon after.

His hands grow insistent; he tugs at Rat's breasts, lets his fingers swipe sharply over his nipples. His mouth follows his hands, biting and sucking at his breasts, as his eyes watch him for his reactions.