tracing gentle kisses down Jeremy’s spine, Jean pauses for a moment, his attention catching on the faint marks across his skin. “You have these lines…” he murmurs, since he probably doesn't know what word he should use to describe the concept of "stretch marks." Jeremy tenses instinctively, his mind immediately going back to the reactions he’s seen before from ex-hookups, the ones that made him feel like there was something wrong with him, something to hide. but before he can pull away, Jean leans closer, pressing a soft kiss against each mark with quiet certainty. “I like them,” he murmurs, his voice carrying the same possessiveness, stubborn affection he always has when it comes to Jeremy. “They’re beautiful on you”

















