"With your great skills, of course," Marius murmurs, running his hands through Jake's hair and across every patch of skin he can reach at this angle.

He's happy to continue at whatever pace Jake would like, but he can also feel need and desire both coursing through him with greater insistence, every passing moment. He can feel his own thighs shaking, a little bit.

He spreads his legs further to help give Jake enough room, his entire chest tensing as he watches him. "Yes, please, I, oh," he groans, whatever words he planned on saying next dissolving into another string of French cursing at the sensation of Jake's hand wrapped around him. He arches his hips forward into Jake's hand, seeking more of the warm pleasure it provides.