Marius tries to find a witty response, but aroused as he is, nerves fluttering and his thoughts a wreckage of wanting, he only manages to mumble a string of incoherent phrases, a verbal cocktail of English, French, and German, in response.

He groans again, moving his hips forward and with Jake's mouth and hands, his voice louder and more strained as he feels his stomach and chest both tighten, a familiar feeling of just dancing along the edge overcoming him the more Jake lavishes his attentions on him.

His body jolts, back bowing sharply, a long moan escaping him, as the vibrations from Jake's mouth run right through him, and he knows he won't last long at all.

"Jake," he pleads, voice raw, almost a whine, as he tries to warn him. "Jake, I'm going to. I'm close."