Jean might not have grown up with siblings, but he scrapped plenty with the other kids in the neighbourhood. You learn to defend yourself when you're the chubby mama's boy of the street.
Jean lets Marco lift his hand without protest, but draws in a startled breath when Marco's nose brushes his scent gland. That had... that had been a lot more intense than it usually is. He and Marco grab each other's wrists all the time, and while the scent glands have always been there, it's never felt like a lightning bolt up Jean's arm when Marco touches it.
Jean watches Marco through his eyelashes as he toys with his wrist, and yes, there's chai in Jean's scent, but something else is starting to bubble up. Just as the muscles in Jean's abdomen are suddenly feeling hot, too full of blood, his scent isn't cooperating this time. It's meeting Marco's and pushing back.
called out!
Jean lets Marco lift his hand without protest, but draws in a startled breath when Marco's nose brushes his scent gland. That had... that had been a lot more intense than it usually is. He and Marco grab each other's wrists all the time, and while the scent glands have always been there, it's never felt like a lightning bolt up Jean's arm when Marco touches it.
Jean watches Marco through his eyelashes as he toys with his wrist, and yes, there's chai in Jean's scent, but something else is starting to bubble up. Just as the muscles in Jean's abdomen are suddenly feeling hot, too full of blood, his scent isn't cooperating this time. It's meeting Marco's and pushing back.