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a/b/o but make betas more relevant

"Jean."

That's Marco wrinkling his nose a little for the second time in ten minutes, looking at the other boy in exasperation. He knows it can't be easy for Jean to just sit here while Marco scents him and tries to smother it, but he could stop squirming so much. Marco needs to get a read on his scent if he's going to try to cover it up with his own!

That's what Instructor Shadis has entrusted (or outlawed, to hear Jean put it) to them today - scent training. More specifically, for Marco's ability as a Beta to suppress Omega and Alpha hormones if they were getting too out of control. Jean just had the unfortunate luck of having recently presented as an Omega and gone through his heat a few weeks ago.

Marco was still getting used to his own ability - out in Jinae, Betas hadn't been anything to really make note of, and he'd been a little disappointed when his notably calm, even demeanor did belie the noted calm, even demeanor of many Betas. Shadis had insisted differently in their training classes. In a group like the Survey Corps, the Betas ability to smother things like Alpha and Omega heats until they were back within the walls was worth its value in horses, to hear him explain it.

(And, well, he'd heard enough schoolyard talk from others about how they could do the opposite. How a Beta could drive an Alpha or Omega straight into a pseudo heat if they messed with their pheromones enough.)

He could recognize the scent coming off Jean now - something akin to boredom irritation annoyance - and leaned back a little further, putting out his own soothing scent, urging Jean's irritation to smooth out. "Do you wanna take a break?"

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This is why they're such good friends. Jean can be vague and indistinct about what he wants or needs, and Marco can see right through his bullshit and get to the heart of the issue. Sometimes, Jean has no idea why Marco continues to put up with him, but he's forever grateful that he does.

"You did?" This is news to Jean, and he sits up. He makes no move to push Marco's hand off his arm--if anything, he's repressing the urge to duck under Marco's arm and curl up against his side--and looks Marco in the face, trying to detect any kind of lie there. Not that he thinks Marco would lie to him, but he still wants to be sure.

As usual, there's no trace of a lie on Marco's guileless face, and Jean inches closer. His scent is strong enough now that even he can smell it, and Marco's right; it does smell like tea.

"Then, we can... try it?" When Marco tucks his chin like that, it sends fizzy little bubbles up and down Jean's spine. He leans in, and very gently noses at the underside of Marco's jaw, along his scent gland. Jean didn't think he'd find anyone to help him with his heats any time soon; he was just assuming he was in for months, if not years, of suffering through them. The fact that it's Marco, his best friend ~~who he loves~~, feels weirdly right and fitting.

They work off each other and make each other better. Marco's learned how to put his foot down a little more and assert himself. He'll never be as outspoken as Jean about it, but he emulates his best friend. And Jean has always been good about getting to the heart of Marco's fears, as well.

He lets Jean examine him, hoping he passes muster for whatever Jean is looking for. Jean seems to find it acceptable, with his offer to try it and then nosing under Marco's jaw, where his gland is. It's not swollen like Jean's, but nosing it does release more of his scent, and the burning curl of arousal as well as Marco hisses softly.

"Yeah," he agrees softly, untucking his chin so Jean can nose at him if he wants. Marco turns his head a little, bringing his hands up to cup Jean's jaw. He's much more gentle this time, his fingers brushing over swollen glands softly.

"Can I kiss you?"

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."

Jean looks like he got the good shot from the nurse's office, and Marco thinks to himself almost smugly - he did that. Letting Jean scent him got him feeling that good. He doesn't linger on it overlong, though - he has Jean right in front of him, eagerly consenting to the kiss.

It's not Marco's first kiss, but it's the first one that's mattered. He's gentle when he keeps cupping Jean's head, leaning in and tilting his own head to press his lips against Jean's, a little chapped but not at all dry courtesy of his reaction to Jean's pheremones.

Since Jean is already practically in his lap, he drops one hand to wrap around his waist, and tugs him into Marco's lap.

Jean feels like he got a shot of the good stuff from the nurse; he's relaxed and eager at the same time, both content and excited all at once. When Marco tugs at his waist, Jean doesn't hesitate and crawls immediately into his lap, straddling Marco's hips with one leg on either side.

He leans into Marco's kiss, his arms snaking up and looping around Marco's neck. Jean has shared a few harried, decidedly unsexy kisses behind the sheds like most of the other cadets, but Marco is right: this is the first kiss that matters. Marco's lips are soft and warm under Jean's, and Jean is pretty sure he could melt right into Marco's chest and just stay there forever. The kiss even banishes his cramps, sending them skittering away.

Marco gives a little groan into the kiss as Jean straddles his hips. He's been trying not to react to the scent, but now that he has that permission to, it's clear it smells very, very good, if the boner he's sporting is any indication.

That's not what Marco wants to focus on, though. No, he's more interested in the press of Jean's lips against his, a movement he is, with previous kisses, familiar with. He wants to deepen the kiss though, so he opens his mouth against Jean's, letting his tongue trace the seam of his lips.

He keeps his arm wrapped around Jean's waist, and his hand slips down to rest against the side of Jean's neck - a very polite 'ten and two' for holding the omega in his arms.

From this position, Jean can lean against Marco and let him take most of his weight, which he does almost immediately and with no guilt whatsoever. Marco has always been wider and stronger than Jean is, he can take the weight of Jean's scrawny ass leaning on him! In doing so, Jean flops directly against Marco's erection, and it sends a shiver up his spine, along with another gush of liquid in his pants. He may have never done this before, but his body knows damn well where that's going to end up and is getting ready for it.

Marco's tongue against his lips gives Jean pause, though. This is something very new, and there's no immediate reaction from his body to guide him. Hesitantly, he opens his mouth a little wider, to let Marco explore.

He gladly lets Jean drop his weight onto him, having to fight back the urge to laugh into the kiss. He's used to that, Jean often does so after meals if he's tired, complaining that training has worn his muscles out and trying to get Bertholdt to give him a massage since Reiner says he's the best at it.

(It has yet to work, but hope springs eternal).

Jean pausing has Marco worried he's done something wrong, but then Jean opens his mouth and Marco realizes he's probably never kissed like this before. He shifts the hand on his neck to cup his head, helping Jean tilt his head a little as Marco slides his tongue into his mouth. He presses it against Jean's, trying to encourage him to move the organ against Marco's own.

Someday, Marco. Mark his words: someday he'll convince Bertholdt to make with the massaging. It's not fair for Reiner to hog it all to himself.

Jean hasn't ever kissed like this before, and he's really, really glad when Marco picks up on that fact and takes the lead. That saves him a tiny fraction of embarrassing explaining on a day when he's already had his fill of embarrassing nonsense. He moves his tongue shyly against Marco's, and thank goodness Marco's mouth is so wet, because Jean's is dry with nerves and excitement.

Let Marco be your kissing guide, Jean. Apparently he's been kissing a few people more deeply than you have! Still, he's gentle in how he guides Jean. The oddly over productive nature of Marco's mouth today is working out in his favor. He keeps pressing his tongue against Jean's, encouraging movement and even swirling his tongue around Jean's, until the lack of air has him pulling back just slightly, panting a little more.

There's a string of saliva connecting them, Marco having the dizzying thought that it's stickier than normal before he closes his lips and swallows, finally breaking it.

"Okay?" he asks, feeling a little nervous and wanting to check in with Jean.

Edited 2023-11-27 04:27 (UTC)

Jean lets himself get lost in Marco's kisses, following his lead and even trying a few moves of his own--they're very shy moves, but they're moves nonetheless--before Marco pulls back. Jean realises that he's out of breath too, panting softly, and it's suddenly really had to make his eyes completely focus.

He does notice that strand of drool though, and snickers quietly about it.

"Gross." But then he's immediately back in Marco's face, taking the initiative this time and kissing him first, his arms wrapping tighter around his neck. It's also starting to feel like Jean's core muscles are giving up on him, and he starts sliding down Marco's front, trying to pull him to the mat on the floor.

Marco's brain can only come up with You're gross as a response to that, which he knows isn't quite right. He doesn't have to think about replying, though - Jean is kissing him back again, and Marco groans slightly.

Jean starts going down and Marco goes with him, going to the mat on the floor. He ends up kneeling above Jean, one hand planted on the mat and the other still touching his jaw; one knee between Jean's legs, and the other outside on his right.

Marco pulls back from the kiss again, but this time he has other intentions than checking in. He presses a kiss to Jean's jaw, nuzzling it, and then goes further down, dragging his tongue along one of Jean's scent glands.

This will clearly be a dignified and respectable partnership. No tomfoolery here at all.

Normally, when someone is looming over Jean like this, it triggers his feistiness and he'd be trying to roll them off. He's been in a few too many fisticuffs, especially since joining the military, to easily submit to such behaviour. But when Marco does it, Jean finds he has no desire to fight back. No, he wants to stay exactly where he is, with Marco covering him, with Marco protecting him, until the end of time.

Or at least until the end of this heat. Whichever comes first.

He turns his head when Marco goes to investigate his scent glands, and Jean shudders when Marco licks one. It doesn't hurt; it's the opposite of painful. It feels wonderful, and Jean fists Marco's shirt in both hands and keens softly in his ear.

Marco almost expected some feistiness from Jean - a kick to his side, maybe - but he's privately pleased when Jean lets him curl over him. Good, that's good; he knows omegas are supposed to like being cuddled and ensconced, but he's mostly running on his own instincts telling him what to do, here.

The keen is intense and he wants more of those noises. He's not dumb enough to clamp his teeth down over those glands, but he does gently drag his teeth against them, and then licks again. Then he seals his lips over one and sucks, drawing blood and more pheromones to the surface of Jean's skin.

It's almost like an explosion for Marco, making his eyes dilate and his teeth ache. He has to pull back and whine, burying his face in Jean's shoulder.

Marco better not tell anyone how much Jean is enjoying cuddling right now, or he will find himself kicked in the side.

"Fuck..." If the licking was good, this sucking is even better, and Jean starts panting through his mouth. It's over too soon, though, and he whines and twists in Marco's arms. "C'mon, don't stop, keep..."

Wait. Wait, in this position, Marco's neck and scent glands are within Jean's easy reach. He considers for a second--they're smaller than his own, and not as inflamed--but there was really only one way this could go. Jean ducks his head down and noses at Marco's gland, giving it a tentative lick.

Don't worry, his secret is safe with Marco... the only price to keep it is cuddling.

Despite being overwhelmed with what feels like a pure and potent burst of Jean's scent, Marco tries to lift his head a little. He means to put his mouth back - the sounds Jean made were absolutely worth it - but then Jean is nosing along Marco's neck. He finds his scent glands, which are indeed smaller than an omega or alpha's would be. The sensation of Jean licking them still gets Marco shuddering and giving a groan, pressing his forehead against the spot where Jean's neck meets his shoulders.

The beta scent Marco has seems to flare up when Jean does it, getting thicker in the air.

Edited 2023-12-03 20:29 (UTC)

You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Bott, but Jean thinks he can suffer through the price you're asking.

For the first time today, Jean feels like he's in control. Being an omega, and at the mercy of his hormones, is a frightening, isolating experience, and Jean hates feeling like he's out of control. Even today, with someone as gentle and considerate as Marco at the helm, he's felt like he's spinning, trying to get ahead of something and never quite managing it. But now, with Marco making that sound and shivering against him, Jean feels like himself again.

He's got this. He can steer this whole thing.

Narrator voice: he can't, but he's going to try for awhile.

Jean's nostrils flare as Marco's scent picks up, and damn, if that isn't a beautiful aroma! He keeps his head down, over the scent gland, and licks it again. This time, it's a more confident, broad swipe with his tongue, and Jean's sinuses explode with Marco's scent.

Marco wishes he could make this easier on his friend. (He also wishes he didn't accidentally kick his hormones into gear, and he'll be very horrified about it later, even if they were still mostly in their right minds when they agreed to have sex).

He doesn't mind letting Jean take control of the situation at all. He's a beta and moreover, he's never really given much thought to being on 'top' or on 'bottom'. He just likes being with Jean, so far, he's found.

Jean licks more confidently over him, and he whines softly, starting to pant again as well. Sorry for mouthbreathing all over, Jean. He's arrested by a strange, striking thought. He wants Jean to bite him there.

"Jean," he manages to get out of his mouth with the too thick tongue. "Jean, bite me -"

It's not only bites that can cause bonding, but they start the release of said bonding pheromones.

Marco shouldn't blame himself at all for what's happened. He was trying to help Jean, and it was Jean's stupid body that reacted so strongly and decided to kick into heat. He also had numerous chances to leave, and Jean asked him to stay. This is on both of them, and Jean isn't upset that it went this way at all.

For just a second, Jean considers biting Marco. He even bares his teeth, and scrapes them lightly over Marco's scent gland. If the scents had been strong before, they're even more intense when he does that, so strong it's like a oily taste in the back of his throat.

For once, though, Jean's better senses take over, and he pulls back, shaking his head. The movement clears some of the scent, and he's able to breathe again.

"Marco, I can't." It comes out as a whine, and Jean doesn't even care. "If I bite you, we'll be mated."

Marco lets out a groan when Jean scrapes his teeth over the scent gland, to trail off into a disappointed whine when Jean pulls back. He's frowning a little, but eventually his head clears as well. He's still oddly disappointed, but -

"You're right," he grumbles, not used to being the one who has to be denied what he wants. It's clear it disappoints him on some level, but Jean is right.

Marco clears his throat a little and taps his collarbone, instead. "Bite me here?" Just biting shouldn't do anything bad, and Marco wants some marks to remember this by!

Marco's disappointment is almost--almost--enough to get Jean to give in and bite him. He wants to bite him, wants to know what it would taste like to have that much of Marco's scent in his mouth, but cooler heads are prevailing.

For now.

Jean brightens when Marco taps his collarbone. That, he can do, and he bends over Marco without another word. He trails a line of kisses across Marco's collarbone, dipping down towards his chest, before giving him a sharp, exploratory nip with his teeth. He's not trying to break the skin here, but it should be hard enough to bruise.

They can talk about it afterwards, like reasonable, presented dynamics. Maybe.

Marco lets his hands slip back onto Jean's hips, squeezing a little as Jean kisses his neck, making him exhale slowly. Then Jean bites, hard and sharp, and Marco's body jolts as he gives a low moan. He definitely enjoys a little bit of an ache with this, he's finding, and he pulls Jean's hips closer with a low whine.

Does Jean want him to return the favor? Because he's already leaning in to nose at his neck, placing a kiss over his scent glands but going lower.

They will be mature, rational adults about the whole thing, clearly.

Jean's ears perk up when Marco moans, and he's all too happy to cant his hips forward into Marco's grip. When Marco noses low on his neck, Jean's breath comes out in a hiss and he nods.

"Yeah... yeah, do it..."

Clearly mature, rational adults! One hundred percent in control of themselves!

Very in control, such not being ruled by hormones, wow.

At the very least, Marco knows not to bite where it'll be dangerous, in case of starting a bond. Instead, he keeps kissing along Jean's neck, like Jean had done to him. Once he reaches the curve of his shoulder, though, he gives into the desire to bite and does so, sinking his teeth in. Not enough to break skin, but enough to leave some sharp indents, sucking at the skin between his teeth before he releases it.

Yeah, that's a decent enough mark that it settles the thing that had flared up in his brain after he got a potent dose of Jean's omega hormones.

Jean sighs when Marco bites him; the feel of the bruise settling into his skin eases something in his mind. He feels a little more in control, a little less wild and feral.

It also reminds him that they're here for a purpose, and he reaches down to grab Marco's hips, steadying them so he can rut against Marco's thigh. It's satisfying, certainly, and on any other day he'd probably be content to do this until he came in a big sticky mess. Today is not any other day, though, and this won't be enough.

Jean looks down at Marco, and just a hint of his usual cocky self seeps back through. "What, you're going to make me just hump your leg like a dog?"

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a/b/o but make betas more relevant

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took us nearly forty comments to get to the smooching

look we know we like setup

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serious question: accidental not accidental bonding y/n

almost bonding by accident a bunch of times during and then doing it on purpose at the end?

oh that's so cute, please an order of that.

only the cutest shit for our rp

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pretend this is my Jean account and this is a Jean face

where has my beautiful omega jean gone

maybe Porco is an omega too, you don't know!

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