Bertolt nods again and pulls his head back so he could press a kiss to the nape of Marco's neck. "That's fine. It's never been our thing after we tried it when we were... What, twenty, twenty-one?" He remembers crying about it, that's for sure. And to Berwick of all people. At least they tried to find out what they liked early on.

Once Reiner pushes Marco's shirt up, Bertolt grabs it and tugs it off the rest of the way. Hey, look! Freckles! A whole bunch of them! While his best friend takes his neck, he traces his fingers from one freckle to the next until he's 'drawing' patterns on his shoulders.

"It might make him jealous too."