That first kiss pressed to the inside of his thigh shivers through Marius; he leans in towards Rat's mouth as he continues trailing kisses on his skin, hands grasping in the very-tangled sheets to keep himself steady. He tugs at the sheets, body curving in response to the varying natures of the kisses. Whimpers and breathless curses in both English and French fall from his lips; his eyes widen and glaze over as he watches Rat underneath him. He shudders violently and nearly shouts at that teasing flicker of a tongue.

Marius is gulping down air; his newly-lengthened hair sticks to his face, and he can feel the sharp contrast of the air-conditioned hotel room and the heat from Rat's mouth like needles pricking his skin.

"Please - oh, oh!" He barely gets the plea out of his mouth before Rat has his tongue where Marius' need wants it most. He moans, loud and long; his head falls back as his body arches sharply and he gasps out Rat's name, like a wanton prayer.