Marius flashes Jake a flicker of a smile at that, especially amused as he feels anything but polite in the moment. He feels Jake pulling away keenly, shifting towards him for more as he groans. His chest heaves a bit as he watches Jake, enjoying the teasing and suffering from it all at once.

"Please," he moans again, breath catching in his throat as he glances at Jake with slightly glazed eyes. "Please, Jake."

And then Jake's mouth is on his cock again, and Marius nearly starts, the sensation and warmth of his mouth sending more feverish sparks running through him. He tangles his hands in Jake's hair, tugging slightly, as his body trembles and his back bows towards Jake, craving more. French curses keep slipping from between his lips, as well as small, whimpering noises and more pleading moans. Jake is rendering him into a mess of flushed skin and gasping noises; he happily sinks into it all.