Reiner would probably punch Marco if he offered to suck Bertholdt's dick.
Jean peeks out from between his arms when Marco offers to help. He'd be lying through his teeth if he said he hadn't considered this possibility, after he presented as an omega. He'd carefully considered most of the other cadets, wondering what they'd present as, and if he'd consider fucking them during a heat. But really, he'd thought about Marco most of all. He trusts Marco--always has--and that alone pushes him to the front of the list. The fact that he smells great and is offering to help--not getting all enthusiastic about getting to pound a weak, simpering omega, but offering to help--is just a bonus.
"Really?" Jean unfolds his arms and sits up, wincing as the motion puts pressure on his guts. "You don't have to, it's not your fault this happened."
It's Jean's. It's his stupid body and its ideas about what it should do and when. Marco didn't do anything wrong here, and Jean wants that very clear. The only thing worse than suffering through another heat alone would be knowing Marco was with him out of some twisted sense of duty and not because he wants to be with Jean.
"But... if you want to?" It's a fine distinction, maybe, but it's one Jean needs to make. He has to stop himself from plunging right against Marco and burying his face in his chest. "If you... if I really smell that good?"
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Jean peeks out from between his arms when Marco offers to help. He'd be lying through his teeth if he said he hadn't considered this possibility, after he presented as an omega. He'd carefully considered most of the other cadets, wondering what they'd present as, and if he'd consider fucking them during a heat. But really, he'd thought about Marco most of all. He trusts Marco--always has--and that alone pushes him to the front of the list. The fact that he smells great and is offering to help--not getting all enthusiastic about getting to pound a weak, simpering omega, but offering to help--is just a bonus.
"Really?" Jean unfolds his arms and sits up, wincing as the motion puts pressure on his guts. "You don't have to, it's not your fault this happened."
It's Jean's. It's his stupid body and its ideas about what it should do and when. Marco didn't do anything wrong here, and Jean wants that very clear. The only thing worse than suffering through another heat alone would be knowing Marco was with him out of some twisted sense of duty and not because he wants to be with Jean.
"But... if you want to?" It's a fine distinction, maybe, but it's one Jean needs to make. He has to stop himself from plunging right against Marco and burying his face in his chest. "If you... if I really smell that good?"