Pressed close as he is to Rat, Marius feels the way he exhales through those bitten lips; he inhales in turn, shivering at the sight and the sensation. He knows those eyes as they open and the way Rat drinks him in with his eyes in turn; he knows each inch of skin and the way each inch warms him, pressed against his own. Even in these new bodies, Marius knows Rat and loves him entirely. His own eyes flutter at the way Rat whines and twists against him; Marius groans at the sound of his name, moves his spare hand to the sheets to twist and grasp desperately, in response to the way Rat looks and feels.

"God, fuck, Rat," he responds in kind, gasping for breath at the friction between their bodies. He crashes their lips together as Rat comes undone, each pulse echoing into his own body. He moans louder as he moves his fingers to try and keep up with the way Rat fucks himself on them, twisting and turning and stroking him through his orgasm. His eyes flare from the sight of Rat arching up beneath him.

He focuses entirely on emphasizing Rat's pleasure, trying to ignore his own need, simmering like embers blossoming into a fire, stoked by the way Rat whines his name. Rat is so hot and tight and wet around him; he keeps kissing him to keep his own wanting at bay.

"I love you," he tells him again voice ragged and nearly breathless from the way his chest heaves, moving his hand in time with however long Rat needs to come down from his orgasm. He noses at him, nuzzling his face and kissing him deeply again. "I love you so much."