"Yes, quite," Marius admits, flushing more, though his face is already quite covered in shades of pink and red as it is. He knows his reactions sometimes catch people by surprise, but as someone who's never been able to hide how he feels, being so reactive, as Jake puts it, feels only natural to himself. He couldn't imagine not reacting with such intensity, truly.

He can feel Jake shifting between his legs at the same time he twists his wrists. The friction from both movements sets off more sparks within him, and he keeps thrusting his hips forward, into Jake's hand, and trembling against the sheets for more, all the while letting out little noises of wanting and pleasure.

He curses loudly in French as Jake leans over to lick over his cock, body arching sharply against the bed in response. "Jake," he moans, still trembling and clutching at the other man as need shoots through him. "Please."