Marius feels his pleasure building with each brush of Jake's hands against his thighs, from assuring rubs to gentle touches of his fingers. Each sensation shoots straight through him, along with the beautiful warmth of Jake's mouth, and all of the sensations it inspires in turn.

His legs start to clench, and the movements of his hips grow jerkier, faster, and steady in lacking grace. He clings to what he can reach of Jake's hair, his breath coming hard and fast between noises of pleasure and strings of curse words.

"Jake," he manages just before his orgasm strikes, his back arching and his hips shuddering along with the rest of him. He keens, holding onto Jake for dear life, essentially.