Marius gulps, his hands twitching a bit against his upper legs as he stares at Jake with obvious wanting. To not be able to touch him is a torment, but one that he finds he enjoys, the anticipation building in his stomach.

His eyes glaze over as they follow the movement of Jake's tongue on his lips, breath catching in his throat. His gaze moves down and he moans a little, at the sight of Jake pushing down his pants, just a little. The sight of his hipbones, seemingly innocent, strikes him as especially erotic in that moments. His toes curl a bit into the floor.

"Yes, more," he says, breathless. "I mean, less, less clothing."