Marco scoots a little bit away when Jean curls up, feeling his heart plummet into his stomach as Jean covers his neck with his arms. The scent his brain interprets as chai goes absolutely molten in the air. He knows this is his fault. It's way too early for Jean's next heat to arrive, and so suddenly.
He shakes his head when Jean apologizes, but he has trouble finding his voice. Anytime he opens his mouth its like those pheromones pour down the back of his tongue. He starts sweating, the drool is really happening now, and there's a deep ache in his own gut.
"I-"
When Jean looks up at him from the floor, still curled in a ball, Marco means to say Okay, I'll go tell her, and I'll lock the door. Instead, what spills out is "I can help?"
He freezes a little bit, hands hovering out in front of him, because he was half reaching for Jean already. He pulls them back, curling them into fists and resting them on his knees.
"I think - It's my fault." Which implies it's his responsibility, but Marco knows it's not that. He knows he wouldn't just offer because he made a mistake. He doesn't offer to suck Bertholdt's dick if he accidentally bruises him during training, after all.
"But I'm - I'm a presented beta now. I should be able to help." He swallows the excess of saliva again. He won't go crazy and feral like an omega or alpha, but he knows he can at least give Jean what he wants enough to belay the heat, which is knotting him. Then he lowers his voice, and it's clear by the dilation of his eyes he means this.
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Marco scoots a little bit away when Jean curls up, feeling his heart plummet into his stomach as Jean covers his neck with his arms. The scent his brain interprets as chai goes absolutely molten in the air. He knows this is his fault. It's way too early for Jean's next heat to arrive, and so suddenly.
He shakes his head when Jean apologizes, but he has trouble finding his voice. Anytime he opens his mouth its like those pheromones pour down the back of his tongue. He starts sweating, the drool is really happening now, and there's a deep ache in his own gut.
"I-"
When Jean looks up at him from the floor, still curled in a ball, Marco means to say Okay, I'll go tell her, and I'll lock the door. Instead, what spills out is "I can help?"
He freezes a little bit, hands hovering out in front of him, because he was half reaching for Jean already. He pulls them back, curling them into fists and resting them on his knees.
"I think - It's my fault." Which implies it's his responsibility, but Marco knows it's not that. He knows he wouldn't just offer because he made a mistake. He doesn't offer to suck Bertholdt's dick if he accidentally bruises him during training, after all.
"But I'm - I'm a presented beta now. I should be able to help." He swallows the excess of saliva again. He won't go crazy and feral like an omega or alpha, but he knows he can at least give Jean what he wants enough to belay the heat, which is knotting him. Then he lowers his voice, and it's clear by the dilation of his eyes he means this.
"You smell ... really good, Jean."