Fuss all you want, Jean, Marco is sure about this! There's plenty of omega instructors in the training center, after all, and some of them are retired from positions in the Military Police!
"And you know no one gets away from Mikasa." Truly, she's terrifying. Marco's pretty sure she's going to be an alpha, which tugs weirdly at his chest when he thinks of the fact that Jean's an omega, and has had a crush on her forever. Jean offers to let them try again, and Marco beams at him before he rocks back, dropping onto his ass with a loud oof for his efforts. He scoots forward after a moment.
Instead of just sticking his face into Jean's neck like he had last time, he does something different. He rests his cheek against Jean's shoulder and closes his eyes, taking a small inhale. He has to do it with his mouth open, he's found, to really get the distinct parts of scents. Which makes sense - his nose isn't as sensitive as an alpha or omega, so he's got to taste it too.
This time he thinks he gets it. Underneath the myriad of scents Jean can throw off - cedar and sunshine - there's something spicier, like tea. The omega part of his scent. After he smells it, he very deliberately starts throwing his own scent out to cover it, differently than an alpha would.
Alphas flood out everything but their own scent to hide. This feels more like cutting a precise path through Jean's scent, like burning a forest line to hold back a fire. And if it works, Jean will notice the scent of omega - and horniness, as he'd called it - fading from the room.
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"And you know no one gets away from Mikasa." Truly, she's terrifying. Marco's pretty sure she's going to be an alpha, which tugs weirdly at his chest when he thinks of the fact that Jean's an omega, and has had a crush on her forever. Jean offers to let them try again, and Marco beams at him before he rocks back, dropping onto his ass with a loud oof for his efforts. He scoots forward after a moment.
Instead of just sticking his face into Jean's neck like he had last time, he does something different. He rests his cheek against Jean's shoulder and closes his eyes, taking a small inhale. He has to do it with his mouth open, he's found, to really get the distinct parts of scents. Which makes sense - his nose isn't as sensitive as an alpha or omega, so he's got to taste it too.
This time he thinks he gets it. Underneath the myriad of scents Jean can throw off - cedar and sunshine - there's something spicier, like tea. The omega part of his scent. After he smells it, he very deliberately starts throwing his own scent out to cover it, differently than an alpha would.
Alphas flood out everything but their own scent to hide. This feels more like cutting a precise path through Jean's scent, like burning a forest line to hold back a fire. And if it works, Jean will notice the scent of omega - and horniness, as he'd called it - fading from the room.