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          Marco frowned when he was told to shut up, rubbing his hands together and swallowing thickly,looking away in shame, almost like a puppy that had just gotten kicked.

                    "'m sorry. Continue."

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Yeahhh…. I decided to upload this because I really didn’t like the other one orz… can you even tell what’s going on

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Jean watched Marco, looking for any signs that he might want to stop- and there were none, and he breathes out a sigh of relief. He didn’t want his boyfriend to push himself, but damn, it’s hard to hold back when he has his cum dribbling down his chin with the guilty look on his face… He has to look away, as hard as it is. Now as he hears the bed creak a little, he clicks his tongue. "What am I going to do with you...?" He wonders aloud, pulling out a few things, hiding them behind his back as he walks towards Marco. Pressing a chaste kiss to his boyfriend’s forehead, he quietly places them down on the bed. "Wish you could see yourself right now. Since you had such a hard time followin’ these rules before, I got a few things to help you. First thing's first... No touching yourself." Jean takes a pair of handcuffs out of the small pile of things, gently pulling Marco’s hands behind his back. With two little clicks, his hands are secured in place. "There you go. I can't have you coming too soon, either." Jean slowly slides the cold ring down his length, nipping gently at his neck just to add to the effect. "And I think you'd look a lot better on the floor. Go on, move."

          After he was brought into the bedroom, Marco whined when he was told to get on the floor, his fingers curling and his body squirming slightly. Being restrained like this wasn't exactly enjoyed, but he didn't mind if it's what Jean wanted. Though the cold ring slipping over him was responded to with a quiet groan, glancing up at Jean with a pathetic look, more like a dog, being restrained like this, even with Jean biting and sucking at his neck.

                    "Jea~an..."

          Marco mumbled in a complaining tone, though he didn't want to deny doing as Jean told him. Slowly kneeling down, he settled upon the floor and lowered his head, sighing slightly as he refused even look at him. He knew he was going to be in for something big, and he probably wouldn't be capable of walking later. He felt like an obedient pet, his eyes lowered to Jean's feet where he made sure to keep their gazes from locking together.

protip: stop looking up the people you’re not friends with anymore and making yourself sad. they’re not worth your grief. things didn’t work out for a reason. remember that and keep looking toward the future.

Jean probably bought that cup for himself and doesn’t tell anyone. what a grump.

                          Well he certainly wouldn’t do anything. Jean rolled his eyes as he shook his head some and sipped on the smoothie he had gotten. He still grinned lightly, still finding the whole entire thing funny.

          Snickering to himself, he leaned against the wall, and let his head rest to it, sighing to himself while he glanced at the other once more.

         He knew just how Jean reacted, and it was nice to see him react like this. 

                     "Yeah, whatever, you know you loved it."

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       Jean is seriously fucking nervous. He has no idea how long it’ll take for them to get here; just in case if the flight came early, he came about an hour before the scheduled time, buying some fast food at the airport to eat just in case if the flight came late. After spending way to long away from Marco, he’s long since forgotten the feel of him sleeping next to him. As much as he hates to say it, he’s gotten used to the emptiness in his bed. The first few months with him gone, Jean had always cried when he woke up next to nothing. "Stop worrying. Stop worrying. He's fine, I'm sure..."        When he sees people start to gather around the gate, he nearly faints, trying not to talk to himself. And that’s when people started coming out of the plane, clad in uniforms. For several minutes Jean was lost in the crowd; he pushed through them several times, trying to dodge flying arms and block out the crying and- he sees him. Marco looks hardly the same, body-wise; but shit, that doesn’t matter yet. Nearly tackling marco in a hug, he squishes himself against his warm body, starting to shake. "M-Marco?"

                    "Jean?!"

          Marco could barely comprehend anything at the time, only focused on the body that had met his and how warm he was, how familiar his touch was and how much he missed it... He wrapped his arms tightly around Jean's frame, lifting him up and hugging him tightly.

         Had Jean gotten skinnier? He felt a little lighter, he even looked it. Oh well, Marco would worry. He had already cupped Jean's cheek, beginning to give him affectionate kisses all over his face before finally settling on his lips, closing his eyes as he let the contact warm his heart and his cheeks. Blocking out everyone else; it was only him and Jean.

                    "Jean, I missed you so much... I'm so happy to see you again..."

          He whispered between his multiple kisses. 

Freckle Frickle Frackle ♥

- A face without freckles is like the sky without stars -

(my gf found a card with this line on it and thought it could fit to these two. :-D)

Haven’t drawn Jeanmarco for a while so here you are! (\(ö7ö)/)

Have a nice 6th December ♥♫