Marius doesn't realize the extent of his own boldness; he pours all of himself into every kiss and touch he bestows upon Rat, allows for love and passion to guide him. He doesn't pause to consider his initial shyness at intimacy like this. As a lover, he wears his wanting as openly as his own feelings on his sleeves. Or lack thereof, technically speaking, at the moment.
He has blossomed because of Rat; it feels it in every way that he aches now, and every way that he searches to feed the ache he feels trembling throughout his lover's flushed skin.
He moves his finger gently yet steady, somewhat in off-kilter time to the kisses and bites he presses to Rat's neck. Those words, uttered so breathlessly, whip the world into a frenzy of sheets and windows and food left to cool. Marius leans down to press their foreheads together; to press their chests together, as he continues working Rat with his finger.
"I love you too," he more gasps than actually speaks. But he smiles down at his lover, and his eyes shine in what must be the midmorning or early afternoon light.
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He has blossomed because of Rat; it feels it in every way that he aches now, and every way that he searches to feed the ache he feels trembling throughout his lover's flushed skin.
He moves his finger gently yet steady, somewhat in off-kilter time to the kisses and bites he presses to Rat's neck. Those words, uttered so breathlessly, whip the world into a frenzy of sheets and windows and food left to cool. Marius leans down to press their foreheads together; to press their chests together, as he continues working Rat with his finger.
"I love you too," he more gasps than actually speaks. But he smiles down at his lover, and his eyes shine in what must be the midmorning or early afternoon light.