… s-so guess who apparently has a panty kink. yep. me.
*buries face in hands and never ever comes out*
He runs his hands down Jean’s thin back with a hum, slipping his tongue easily along Jean’s as he wraps his arms around his boyfriend and squeezes him closer. Jean purrs, nipping at Marco’s lips, before he slides one hand into soft black hair and tugs gently to get him to lean his head to the side. Pressing warm, slow, open-mouthed kisses down Marco’s neck, Jean tugs his boyfriend’s shirt away from his (unfairly attractive) collarbones and sets to darkening a faded hickey he’d left there earlier in the week. Marco shivers under him, his hands fisting in his shirt.
Just when Jean shifts in his lap with a soft sigh and finds Marco’s raging hardon pressing into his hip, the sound of his fucking noisy sister crashing down the stairs covers the little whimper Marco had let out, and Jean groans loudly.