Marius leans into Jake's hands on his thighs, appreciative of their warmth against his skin as he continues to tremble and shake beneath him. He tries to keep a sound enough mind to make sure he doesn't accidentally kick Jake in the face, but with what Jake is doing with his mouth currently makes that task rather difficult to accomplish.

"Jake." he moans, voice cracking as he lets out more French curses and his back arches sharply against the bed at the sensation of Jake taking so much of him in his beautiful, warm mouth. His hips jerk a bit at the way Jake's tongue moves against him, and Marius winds up tugging on Jake's hair.

"Please don't stop," he breathes, desperation obvious in his voice.