Marius finds that he loves the way his own hair frames Rat's face, auburn silk against the flush of his face. The lingering dampness of it and the heady perfume of food still warm twine together around them both like serpentine ribbons.

He watches Rat beneath him and sighs, lets his breath wash over his lover as he lavishes him with attention. The sight of him, with his head arched back and the sound of him, that noise that feels as delicious as the food they've sampled, makes Marius groan around the breast in his mouth.

He moves his hands further down Rat's body with greater insistence; he smooths and he tugs and he scratches, trying to encourage more of that noise; to encourage Rat in letting himself go.

He kisses back up his body to suck at his neck as he pushes into Rat with one finger; he lets out another groan and his own stomach drops out at the pulsing heat around him.

"God, you're gorgeous," he tells him, beginning to move that finger in time with that pulsing heat.