When Marco lifts his chin, Jean gets the full force of his scent, right in the face. It should be awkward. It's not. It's exhilarating, and Jean breathes deep, sucking Marco's smell down into his lungs, letting it fill him. For a few seconds, it even makes the cramps taper off.

"Yeah." Jean has to resist the urge to just bury his face in Marco's neck and breathe that scent in; when he turns his head so he's looking at Marco, his pupils have blown wide, almost drugged. Marco's touch on his glands feels like relief now instead of pain, and Jean skooches closer, nearly depositing himself in Marco's lap. "Yeah, kiss me."