"Well, if you keep up what you're doing, you'll receive many, many more compliments of a similar size," Marius manages to laugh as he replies, a breathless, ragged sound gasped out between moans and more babbling in another language.

His entire body trembles as he shifts against the sheets, moving his hips into Jake's grip as his hands clasp desperately at whatever of Jake he can reach. All the while, little noises and French curse words of varying degrees of coherence fall from between his lips, along with attempts at Jake's name. Jake keeps him guessing at how he'll touch him next, keeping him on his toes, which only further arouses him.

"Whatever you want," he manages to pant out. And, God, that smirk and the way he drags the press of his fingers down him. Marius whimpers a bit at the sight and the sensation, the way they both send jolts throughout him. He feels a little wrecked already, and Jake's only just started touching him.