"Maybe just a bit," Marius admits, his nose scrunching with his smile. "But can you blame me? You're very much blessing me with the divine. Or something like it." He soothes his hands a bit in Jake's hair, rubbing circles against the soft strands.

"Is that so?" He asks, quirking an eyebrow in his direction.

He gasps again at the attention to his nipple, hands tightening in Jake's hair. And then Jake's moving down his body with kisses, hot against his skin. Marius shifts against the sheets, pressing closer to Jake's lips, more French epithets spilling from between his lips.

"Your mouth is a miracle," he manages to breathe out as Jake licks the jut of his bones.