[The hand on his hip is good, safe, and Marius wants Chante to keep it there because it grounds him, stops him from shaking so much. It's clear that Marius is relaxing under his husband's touch, stilling under him and carding his fingers through Chante's hair, just letting out soft little moans. He's never been very loud.]

Chante, Chante, I- god, don't stop.

[He can't look down at him, though, because his eyes are clenched shut.They haven't been doing this for too long, and already it's becoming overwhelming in the best way for Marius.]