beni-et-perdu:
"Guess you’re right.." Jean grumbled, rocking on the heels of his shoes by now, practically using Marco as his only support. As soon as the older spoke up again, Jean frowned, clearly not understanding what his companion had mean at first. "Tch.." Okay, it shouldn’t be so hard to answer something like that, right? Looking left and right just to make sure they were truly alone, Jean cleared his throat awkwardly, hands moving further up Marco’s arms, "Course, everyone else are jerks anyway. Why wouldn’t I miss having you around?" Great, now hewas the one who sounded like a jerk, but it was true, or half-true at least. No one else really considered Jean their friend or companion, except Marco.
Marco smiles at the response, easily holding Jean up, as he tightened his arms around Jean a little more as he feels the hands holding his move further up his arms. He sighs happily, his face still buried in Jean’s neck. He suddenly smirks, the expression hidden from Jean, and nips at the side of Jean’s throat, making sure no one else would see it. He subtly runs his tongue over the small bite mark, knowing Jean would try not to react…as well as the fact that he would most likely fail at not reacting. Hopefully, the brunette wouldn’t get too angry with him. They were technically alone, although there were a couple of people a ways off, not really paying attention to them. He takes a step back, pulling Jean with him, so that they were behind a building that was next to them.
