"I'm not!" Jean has no idea what Marco is talking about! He keeps going on and on about Jean doing something with his scent, and he hasn't done a thing! He's just sitting here!
Sitting here getting progressively more uncomfortable, with cramps filling his gut, and Jean whines softly and rolls over, hiding his face against Marco's thigh. He curls in on himself, holding his abdomen, and tries to ignore how warm and muscular Marco's leg is. How strong it is, and how much it carries that clean laundry smell. When did clean linen ever smell this good?
"I'm getting cramps. Whatever you're doing, it's not working." Or it's working exactly as intended, and Jean, as inexperienced as Marco is, doesn't recognise the signs of an imminent heat. His scent, on the other hand, is reacting joyously to Marco's. The spicy tea aroma is flaring up, practically dancing in the air between them. It's fine? Really, it's fine? It's fine for heat now? THEN HEAT NOW.
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Sitting here getting progressively more uncomfortable, with cramps filling his gut, and Jean whines softly and rolls over, hiding his face against Marco's thigh. He curls in on himself, holding his abdomen, and tries to ignore how warm and muscular Marco's leg is. How strong it is, and how much it carries that clean laundry smell. When did clean linen ever smell this good?
"I'm getting cramps. Whatever you're doing, it's not working." Or it's working exactly as intended, and Jean, as inexperienced as Marco is, doesn't recognise the signs of an imminent heat. His scent, on the other hand, is reacting joyously to Marco's. The spicy tea aroma is flaring up, practically dancing in the air between them. It's fine? Really, it's fine? It's fine for heat now? THEN HEAT NOW.