Jean sighs when Marco bites him; the feel of the bruise settling into his skin eases something in his mind. He feels a little more in control, a little less wild and feral.

It also reminds him that they're here for a purpose, and he reaches down to grab Marco's hips, steadying them so he can rut against Marco's thigh. It's satisfying, certainly, and on any other day he'd probably be content to do this until he came in a big sticky mess. Today is not any other day, though, and this won't be enough.

Jean looks down at Marco, and just a hint of his usual cocky self seeps back through. "What, you're going to make me just hump your leg like a dog?"