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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Marco_Bott/Jean_Kirstein, Marco_Bott_&_Jean_Kirstein
  Character:
      Jean_Kirstein, Marco_Bott
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, NSFW, Fingering, Anal_Sex,
      jeanmarco, Bottom_Marco_Bott
  Series:
      Part 2 of The_JeanMarco_Project
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-10-04 Words: 2066
****** The JeanMarco Project ******
by InkyKinky
Summary
     An essay on why these two should be definitely together or at least
     have sex.
     By Sasha Braus.
Notes
     The smut Sasha wrote in that_other_fic, a bit edited for a nicer flow
     but I don't think that it made it actually better
     ok people that's like my first butt smut, don't hate me
     my tumblr and twitter
See the end of the work for more notes
Marco sighed in defeat. ‘Jean, how am I supposed to–’
‘Shhht,’ the two-toned guy laid a finger on Marco’s lips to shush him, ‘Do not
talk, babe.’
‘But Jean!’ the brunette cried out in desperation as the other man drew closer
that their crotches nearly touched. Marco gulped audible, backing away, yet
stopped by the wall behind him.
‘Relax, babe,’ Jean whispered in his dark, raspy voice, sending shivers down
Freckles’ spine.
‘J-Jean,’ Marco’s voice was feeble, his dick growing hard from the tension in
the air.
‘It’s going to get tight down there, doesn’t it?’ Jean nodded downstairs,
making Marco blush under his freckles in a beaming red. Marco was too dizzy to
form an answer, so Jean did instead.
‘You want me to do you?’ – It wasn’t even a real question. It was a deadpanned
statement, something Marco was incredibly uncomfortable with and at the same
time he was glad not to have to say a word. Jean pushed even closer, letting
his leg slip between Marco’s, grinding their crotches together.
‘Your – freckles – are incredibly – hot,’ Jean panted into Marco’s ear, the
movement of his lips tickling on the freckled, sensitive skin. Marco gasped as
Jean’s slim lips ghosted along his neck and jaw line.
‘Oh God, Marco,’ Jean murmured in the hottest slur, making Marco’s member
growing more and more in size.
‘J-Jean,’ Marco panted, his blood rushing through his entire body, making his
limbs feel incredibly and uselessly numb. The small moans escaping Freckles’
mouth turned on Jean even more, his hips jerking uncontrollably up to meet the
other’s bulge.
‘OOH FUCKK...’ Jean groaned, slipping his hand up to grab Marco’s neck and pull
him down, letting their lips crush together in a feverish need. Jean’s tongue
slit smoothly over Marco’s lips, the latter’s mouth opening instantly in
surprise and the innocent fear of doing something wrong. He could sense the wet
muscle discovering his inside, playfully teasing his own tongue. The freckled
man felt the heat rising inside him even further, and suddenly, he sprang to
action. His tongue answered the other’s, slipping into Jean’s mouth, rubbing
its tip on the roof. Jean’s moans were delicious, instantly muffled by Marco’s
skin contact. Also Marco’s hands now started moving, they were tangled in the
hem of Jean’s shirt, urgently pulling at it that Jean’s torso soon laid bare,
for Marco to examine more closely with his fingertips, not daring to break the
kiss. Now it was Jean wimping and whining, being at total mercy of Marco, only
trying to hold on something with his hands. His fingers grabbed into dark,
dishevelled locks and pulled at Marco’s collar. The desperate urge to see the
freckled dork naked as well grew with every second, and even though Jean tried
to distract himself from the careful yet needy hands of Marco with those
thoughts, it didn’t help much to get the blood flow into his pants under
control. Anytime he had noticed the buttons, and rapidly Marco’s chest was
exposed, followed by his stomach, and Jean tossed the shirt aside after peeling
Marco’s arms out of it.
Jean’s hands were a bit more impatient than Marco’s; they weren’t satisfied
with stroking over the muscular, tanned and freckled skin for long, so they
began to unbuckle Marco’s belt, and shoving the trousers down. He was fast and
Marco yelping in surprise since they had to break their kiss and his cock felt
some release. Jean smirked.
‘Ja-Jean,’ Marco gasped as one of Jean’s hands ghosted over Marco’s now
unclothed thigh and began to palm the stiffening bulge in Marco’s pants, the
other hand gripping Marco’s hips that he won’t buck or anything. As though the
teasing was not enough, Jean began nibbling on the freckled chest, leaving some
red marks and playing with Marco’s hardening nipples. Jean pressed Marco
against the wall like he had dreamt doing a hundred times before, but now it
was real and Marco was wincing and panting because he did turn him on so much,
he made his member grow to a considerable size of at least twenty centimetres.
And Jean wanted to fuck him so hard, his own dick crying for freedom in his
incredibly tight skinny jeans which were still untouched. Slowly, Jean guided
Marco to the sofa, letting him fall over the armrest so that Marco’s knees were
spread, his Adonis-like body lying on the cushions. Jean smirked at the sight,
placing himself in the gap between Marco’s limbs. His fingers trailed along
Marco’s thighs, the brunette rolling his eyes to the back and moaning.
‘You like that,’ Jean murmured as he unbuttoned his own tight jeans and pulled
them down with one hand, the other one still tracing Marco’s leg. The latter
nodded slightly, Jean was driving him crazy with his fingers which would not
move a bit higher and serve Marco’s needy cock. At one point Marco literally
howled. Jean hadn’t stop massaging his thigh for at least five minutes, and
Marco grew impatient. He grabbed Jean’s hand and pressed it against his clothed
boner and moaned loudly. The sound went directly in Jean’s dick, the young man
now palming his lover’s dick with a tight grip. Marco gasped.
‘You are so needy,’ Jean groaned, trying to ignore the little wet spot on his
own pants.
‘Oh God Jean just do me already!’ the freckled boy cried out desperately. Jean
smirked. He got what he wanted. He bent down between Marco’s widely spread legs
and nuzzled the bulge tenderly just before he pulled the pants down completely,
and a hard, leaking cock sprang out of striped boxers.
‘You are so huge,’ Jean moans as he plants kisses on Marco’s dick, making
Marco’s hands clinging into the sofa, ‘ssso good,’ he murmurs and slides with
his tongue over the slit. Jean took Marco’s head into his mouth, letting his
tongue slip under the foreskin, causing in a shivering and gasping Marco whose
hands quickly slipped into Jean’s soft her, pressing his face against the
freckled boy.
‘J-Jean, p-plea-AAH!’ Marco’s grip tightened in Jean’s hair as the latter deep-
throated the brunette’s dick.
‘What is it, Marco,’ he grinned slyly as he pulled away shortly to take a
breath. Without having much time to considerate, Marco had already pulled down
Jean’s remaining boxers and pulled him on the couch with him.
‘Can we just – like,’ Marco breathed against Jean’s swollen lips, ‘do it now –’
His voice faded as Jean kissed him wetly, both of them unable to leave their
hands off another. Marco trailed his index down Jean’s defined front, following
the happy trail down to his also hard cock. Jean inhaled sharply as Marco began
stroking both their lengths with his one hand, the other one tangled in Jean’s
messy hair. The freckled boy had to smile into the kiss as Jean made extremely
obnoxious noises which Marco thirstily absorbed. God, he loved the tension, the
tightness around his dick supported by Jean’s small thrusts into his hand, the
hot feeling pooling inside, and the tickling sensation of Jean playing with his
nipples.
Jean suddenly pulled away, Marco’s hand stopping jacking them both of as Jean
reached behind himself to grab a bottle of lube from a drawer in the coffee
table.
Quickly Jean’s fingers were coated with a thick layer of lube, and now they
circled around Marco’s entrance, loosening the tight muscles in his butt. Marco
spread his hips farther, arching his back from the couch as Jean slowly poked
one finger inside. It was a stinging sensation, a bit uncomfortable, yet Marco
was used to it by fingering himself for a while, and he knew there was more,
and it was worth it. He moaned breathily as Jean intruded further, now the
finger being placed knuckle-deep inside Marco’s tightness. Jean kept on
prepping him, making Marco take in sharp breaths and tangling his fingers in
the rug lying carelessly around. Soon, the two-tone haired boy shoved in a
second target, Marco groaned deeply as the two fingers pressed into that
special bundle of nerves. Jean scissored his fingers inside Marco to spread him
wider, and the sly grin he had on his lips made Marco’s eyes roll back.
‘Another one?’ Jean asked with his raspy voice, sending shivers down the other
boy’s spine.
Marco nodded rapidly, an soundless moan opening his mouth again as Jean pushes
in the third finger. Marco felt so filled, and with every thrust and the more
Jean scissored his fingers in his arse, the lesser the stinging pain became and
–
‘JeAH–’ Marco cried out loud as Jean had found his sweet spot again. Jean’s
grin widened as he brushed over and over his prostate, leaving Marco trembling
from the sexual stimulation, tightening around Jean’s digits.
‘So good,’ Jean purred into Marco’s ear. It was so sweet how Marco was exposed
to him, and only him. He knew he was the first who would have this sight, and
it filled him with lust as he imagined how his dick would thrust into the sweet
freckled boy underneath him, spreading his butt cheeks in an adorable way. He
ran his other hand over Marco’s stomach and freckled chest, the tiny moans and
gasps turning him on even more. After an especially deep thrust, Marco snapped.
‘Ja-Jeahn sto-ha – stop fooling w-with me-OHa, Jean please,’ he panted, his
skin flushed red from the intense sensation.
‘I thought that was the purpose,’ Jean replied with a smirk, pushing his
fingers in deep again.
‘JEAN JUST FUCK ME ALREADY!’ Marco yelled, wimping on the hole inside him as
Jean removed his fingers to coat his dick with slick lube now.
‘Ready?’ Jean asked cautiously, and Marco almost was snapping back at him,
instead he just nodded furiously and pressed his eyes close tight.
Jean’s head spread Marco’s hole beautifully as it entered, but it wasn’t enough
for Marco. He thrust his hips towards Jean that his length was completely
filling Marco up, and now even Jean couldn’t be more patient, pulling his dick
out almost completely to thrust in deep over and over again.
Jean bent down to plant a sloppy kiss on Marco’s lips, inhaling all the shaky
gasps from Marco’s sweet mouth, as his hips jerked into his lover repeatedly,
brushing over Marco’s prostate several times as he had found a good rhythm. He
coaxed more and more obnoxious sounds out of Marco’s throat, making his blood
rush through his body on a quicker pace, holding back a cry.
In, out, in, out, was basically everything Marco thought that he wouldn’t
forget to breathe. The heat pooled further inside him, making him dizzy with
lust. Jean glared at him with burning eyes, and with a quick smirk on his lips
he took Marco’s dripping length in his hand and began stroking it hard. The
sight Marco was showing made Jean moan into the freckled man’s crook, pushing
and twisting both closer to their orgasm. Marco’s arching back definitely was a
turn-on for Jean, and he had to force back his orgasm. Marco definitely had to
come first. Jean wanted to feel him tightening around his dick; the thought
alone made his rhythm unsteady, and he rolled his hips uncontrolled against his
lover. The closer they were to their highs, the louder the moans became, the
more frequently they panted each other’s names in the most delicious nuances.
‘Jean-Jean I think I,’ Marco’s heart skipped a beat as Jean twisted his hand
just that way, ‘J-AH – I think I’m gonna –’
He couldn’t finish his sentence since Jean pressed his lips on Marco’s in a
fiery kiss, covering the moan the freckled man released together with white,
sticky come in Jean’s hand. He tightened his sweet arse around Jean’s dick just
perfectly, and within a few more thrusts, Jean filled Marco up with his own
sperm.
‘Marco, you were so, so good,’ Jean panted as he kissed the flushed skin of his
lover.
‘I think I could get used to this,’ Marco grinned and pulled Jean back to his
lips. They lazily laid on the sofa for a while, cuddling and kissing until they
decided to clean themselves up.
‘I think I need a shower,’ Marco murmured, still in a daze.
‘We could save some water if I come with you,’ Jean said with a smug grin and
placed a cheeky perk on Marco’s lips.
End Notes
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