"I've been called worse than strange; I wouldn't be offended," Marius says, laughing in his turn. He presses in to Jake's touch on the edge of his hips, brushing against the bare skin and fabric of the towel. Such small touches, and yet Marius feels the sparks from them all the way through to his bones, nearly; his breath hitches, and it's hard not to simply convince Jake to shove the towel clean off then and there.

Marius leans into the side of Jake's face, pressing lingering kisses in between nuzzles as he makes his way down to his neck, savoring the softness of Jake's skin, and the warmth of it. He's trying to restrain himself, but the way Jake looks and feels is making such efforts neigh on near impossible.

He smiles at the compliment, cheeks flushing as he moves his hands to play with the edge of Jake's shirt a bit, slowly beginning to creep up under it. "Thanks," he says, moving back up Jake's neck to ghost their lips together. "You make me feel really, really good in almost nothing." And then he steals another kiss, a bit more hungry this time.