[by the time marco looks back up at jean, his face could easily resemble... no, rival the color of a tomato. this... this was really happening, and he couldn't begin to believe or understand how they got to this point. but he's not going to question it!!
he lets out a soft moan as he feels marco's hands on his waist. but, despite the assuring words, he can't help but fidget a little.]
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he lets out a soft moan as he feels marco's hands on his waist. but, despite the assuring words, he can't help but fidget a little.]
Y- Yeah... sorry.