An indeterminate amount of time passed as they kissed on the ground, the hazy lazy sounds of wildlife and trees rustling in the wind made them feel comfortable.

As his hands rubbed along her back and down her sides, Steven felt blissful blankness in his mind and body. No commentary, no self hate. He couldn't possibly, not when she was looking at him like he was her world and kissing him in between soft praises.

"You're not broken, I love all of you. I love you," She murmured and ran her tongue over his bottom lip. A spiral of pleasure ran through his cock at that and he groaned.

"I love you, too." His voice was strained and she could feel how hard he was. His cock kept insistently pressing against her butt, hard and indignant at the lack of attention it was getting. Steven seemed to be perfectly content making out.

Connie wasn't, at least not if he wasn't truly content. "H-hey, Steven?" She tried to sound sure of herself, but even after awhile of pining and fantasizing about it, it felt daunting.

He searched her eyes, chocolate browns sparking in the reflection of fire and moonlight. "Yeah?"

"Do you ever think about... sex?" Her eyes shot to the side to avoid his. This was so awkward!

Steven's cock twitched again involuntarily. "...I do. Do you think about it?"

She hadn't expected the question to be turned back on her, but why wouldn't she? He was as curious as he was kind. "A lot. I mean, yes." Nervous laughter poured out of her and he joined, both sporting an embarrassed flush before he spoke again.

"I'm sorry if I cross a line by asking but... Are you thinking about it now?" Was that a hopeful twinge she heard? This was so unlike him, normally trying to stay composed and polite.

Their lips met again, but it felt different this time. Kissing was an epiphany between them that they both thought of sex and they were both thinking about it now. Languidity became hunger, and their hunger became apparent as she lifted to grind on his obviously hard dick and he moaned into her mouth. Then it was a quick and frantic effort to take their pants off. The less clothing between them the better, but not quite all the way.

Their centers found each other desperately, Connie moaning while Steven drawled, "I- oh C-Connie..." His hands moved to her hips and guided gently, then harder when she copied his motion.

Her lips found his neck and she breathed in the scent of rose water he always seemed to have under the identifiable musk of man he had started exuding as he reached the cusp of adulthood. It was salty, a bit of sweat mixing with the floral taste made her hands tangle in his hair to keep him in place. She traced kisses from his jawline all the way down to his shoulders and back up again just to hear his shaky breathing in her ear. He worked her hips along him faster, needier and panting.

Pleasure bloomed from both of them and as much as her soft lips were driving him crazy, Steven wanted to see her face. "C-Connie. Look at me."

She shot up with wide eyes, momentarily looking nervous. "Did I–?"

"No! N-no... I just want to see your face." She blushed heavily, deeper than he'd ever seen. "You're soooo..." He sucked in a breath as a lightning strike went off inside him. "Fucking pretty." He grinded them together more insistently, lifting his hips to gain more friction.

Stevens gritted teeth made his compliment sound like an insult as hard as his cock against her mind, he was overtaken with the pleasure she was giving him and she collapsed into herself with desire. A thousand fantasies were fulfilled, none of them quite as magnificent as this moment lost to lust and escape. Those half-lidded eyes normally identifiable as soft brown were dark as midnight as he watched her. She started to feel full of pleasure, like it was filling a balloon inside of her and would burst at any moment. "Stevensteven, I need you on top!"

He reversed their roles immediately, huffing out her name under his breath like a prayer. The firelight turned his shadows into pink sensual pockets and sharpened his handsomeness. A hand slammed off the side of her head into the plush grass and the other held her hip in place. "Connie you f-feel so so good against me." His words quavered but they weren't as highly pitched as she expected, they were low and starving.

There was something magical about grinding on her under the stars that made him start to twitch hard in time with his heartbeat. He was solid and close, close to that indeterminate goal of release from lust. Her lips parted in a soundless whine and then a gasp. "Steven, I'm gonna cum!"

He cursed loudly, her words pushing him right onto the edge but he wanted to wait for hers first. Her pleasure gave him pleasure, and hers was far more important than his. He took a moment to admire the way her hair spilled out around her like a model, how her breasts bounced lightly under her shirt with every drawn out whimper, the way the fire turned her skin coral almost. And those dark eyes filled with galaxies he wanted to explore for the rest of his life. He could never, ever get enough of that lusty look she was giving him, or any other look for that matter.

He fell in love again and doubled his effort. "For me?"

A guttural groan and squeak combination tore out of her at that, and she reached under his hoodie to claw at his back, sending him over with the delicious mix of stinging pain and potent pleasure. "For you! Oh my god, I'm c-cumming!"

"Yes!" He hissed as his cock gave one final twitch and his loads shot out of him, then joined by a gush that was somehow familiar but definitely not his.

"Ohhhh my g-god!" Her cry echoed around them briefly as their hips continued past their orgasm to drag it out. "More!"

"I can go for seconds, yeah." His hand squeezed her hip and he slowed down. It was crazy weird to cum into his own boxers and be grinding against the panties his own girlfriend had drenched but something about it being wrong made it addictive.

"N-No. My clit is s-sensitive, I meant..."

Steven hadn't been expecting such a bold claim to be made but he forced himself to slow to a stop. What exactly was that claim? "What?" He whispered. "What did you mean?"

"Do... I want you," She tried timidly.

Steven tipped his head. "You have me. Always. Mostly."

A twinge of sexual frustration coursed through her and she pouted. "I want to hit a home run."

"F-footba–?"

"Sex, Steven! I want to... I want to have sex, with you. As soon as you're able to again. With your consent." She wrung her hands and placed them over her face, expecting the worst. Waiting wasn't a problem, she could wait until he could go another round. It was the asking bluntly that she found to be near impossible for the first time in her life.

Her boyfriend brushed her hands away from her face to reveal a small, enamored smile. "I want to, too. I just... Don't know what I'm doing."

"𝓕𝓾𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓮𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱, 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮."

"𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒖𝒑."

"𝓢𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓫𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓹 𝔂𝓸𝓾."

"I guess I technically know, I just..." She brushed a stray curl behind his ear and tried a sultry smile. "If you bring the passion, I'll bring the knowledge."

Steven returned it and pecked her lips, making sure not to crush her. "Naturally." He eased a hand past her hip and to her inner thigh. "Guide me, or tell me if I'm going too far."

She nodded curtly and grabbed his face. "I trust you, Steven. I trust all of you."

He couldn't break eye contact as he drifted his hand over her soaked panties and then under. She sucked in a shaky breath as he explored, carefully watching her face for pain versus pleasure.

After a minute Connie shuddered. "I-I'm surprised," She mumbled shakily.

"About what?" Stars, she was so so wet. Without thinking he brought a finger to his mouth and tasted her essence. It was tangy and a bit sweaty, but clean and a taste he'd know was his Connie's blindfolded.

She blushed heavily as she watched his eyes turn pink at her taste. "I- uhm- Your nails. I expected that to be a problem. You're doing a good job."

They shared a smile before Stevens eyes quickly dropped to admire the trimmed and thick curls in between her legs. He was quiet for a moment, leaning back to spread her further but keeping her panties on respectfully. "Can I see more? Of you?" He clarified.

She was a bundle of nerves as she pulled her shirt off, hooked her fingers under the waistband of her underwear and started to tug. His eyes locked there now. He made her smile when he helped her the rest of the way, seemingly too impatient for her slow reveal.

The want was evident across his every feature, from his longing intense gaze to the still erect and leaking cock tenting his briefs. It made her feel as powerful as he felt staring down at her gorgeous body. No one could say she was underdeveloped, that was for sure.

"Your turn."

A slow blush crept into his cheeks, glowing slightly as he nodded and let her push him onto his back. The fire crackled loudly which may have well been the sound his very soul was making when her small hands wrapped around him. "Ho-Holy..."

"You're so pretty." At least, that's what she assumed comparatively to other penises. It was to her. The head was bulbous and nearly purple with blood flow. She gave an experimental and completely accidentally shaky pump and he pulled at his hair as a whimper left him. Her hands were so much better than his. Connie noticed that any softness that had accompanied it was gone now, the shaft was rigid but not intimidating except in length and girth.

Okay, so she was a bit intimidated. She could stack both of her hands one after the other and still have a couple of inches or so to go. It was sticky and wet, the smell of his cum and hers intertwining to make a heady scent that made her hum in appreciation. Steven on the other hand erupted into a gentle glow and stayed, groaning into his hand.

The stage was set, they couldn't wait and they weren't going to. Connie gave him a trying to be confident smile and he smirked a bit, not realizing he even was. He thought she was so much prettier than he. Her nervousness was earned, but he hadn't realized seeing him like this would have such an effect.

"𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓲𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓮."

The shyness wasn't something he was used to. Instead of making him more nervous, it amused them just a little. "Do you want me on top again?"

Her eyes widened. "J-just for this time."

He sat up and draped his hoodie over the ground, then placed her on top of it. "I love you."

She spread herself for him and gripped his shoulders, bracing herself for the inevitable pain of losing her virginity. "I love you, too."

Lining himself up was a bit hard, but with a little bit (an embarrassing amount) of guidance he found the right hole beginning to open for the head of his cock. He stifled a groan and pressed his lips to hers, deepening it to ask for clearance to her tongue. She complied and for a moment they just kissed, a sparkling floating feeling filling them both as he eased his way in as carefully as he could. The deeper he went, the harder they kissed and the more their hands frantically roamed.

This was bad, wasn't it? To run away from home, lie to their families and fuck in the woods in front of a now roaring fire?

"Wᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴀᴅ. ⵊᴛs ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴇsᴛɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ."

As he bottomed out, his arms buckled. "Tell me when to move. I don't want to hurt you."

She shifted under him, drawing a small yelp from Steven as the skin to skin of their genitals pushed him a bit out before in again. "I... It doesn't hurt." Her eyes grew starry as she looked up at him. "You were healing me already."

He tried not to look guilty, like he hadn't been intentionally thinking of it but it must have been fairly obvious from how big she suddenly smiled. "Does that mean I can start? Are you okay?"

Her legs wrapped around his and he exhaled, pulling out of her gently and then in again. He grunted with the effort it took not to let loose his restraint. He couldn't withhold his anger much lately, he felt out of control constantly. But Connie was that balance he needed. So for her, he could be careful.

"O-ohmygod," She gasped and leaned up to press her lips against his neck. "That feels k-kinda good. You're wonderful."

The praise made his brain feel foggier as another wave of pleasure had him digging his fingers into one of her thighs to open her up for him more. The slick, almost too tight massage she was giving him was forcibly drowning every problem he'd ever had. "You feel good too. So– so tight and warm." His brows furrowed over clenched eyes as he pushed in as far as he could go.

"Ah! T-Deep!"

He pulled back a little and grimaced. "Sorry."

"Go faster," Connie demanded hungrily.

"What?"

Connie growled, a sound he hadn't ever heard before from her and threaded her fingers tightly into his curls. That felt amazing too, her pulling on his hair like that. "Go. Faster."

After a moment of hesitation he hooked an arm under her to keep her steady and picked up his pacing to a steady 4/4 rhythm. Her wanton cry made his balls tighten and him go even faster. In his own barely private life, he had the unfortunate trouble of stamina forcing him to truck away for what felt like hours before he could finally cum and then repeat the demeaning process all over again. He hoped that'd be the case here but it was hard to believe when–

"Oh fuck!" He felt his entire body tense as she fluttered around him with delight. His gem buzzed hard, a trembling cry forcing its way out of him before he felt like he'd become feral.

She wrestled her sports bra over her breasts and without direction he dove for them, kissing first the space in between and then trailing up the left one with more feverish kisses. She was so hot, so beautiful and so brave. He wanted to make her feel as good as she made him feel, even with all of the drama and trauma constantly bombarding him. There was safety in this moment; him burying himself into her soaking clenching pussy, his face buried in her breasts as his tongue teased at the nipple and sucked, and his freehand now pining both of hers above her head.

"𝓟𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓮𝔁𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮. 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮, 𝓵𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮," Ruan told him. He completely believed him.

Connie struggled against his grip around her wrists and he began to release her but she shook her head, swallowing another cry as she whispered, "No! Hold me down!" His hips didn't stop their motion, he couldn't bear to. Still, she lifted as much as she could to look him in the eye. "Hold me down-n and fuck me."

That was when he felt himself changing, inwards more than outwardly. Knowledge he did not possess was granted to him, and he lifted her legs to his chest. Pressing down gave him a completely new, earth shattering rush of sensation similar but different to before.

Her brows pitched together as a small pleasure filled sob broke out of her and then many more. Incredible? Amazing? Sensational? Phenomenal. Sex with her boyfriend was phenomenal. No worrying about grades or extra curriculars or college, no arguing with anyone or anger or fear. There was just love, love so deeply intertwined around their two joined forms. She knew this feeling was different from the lust he was feeding right now with that intense expression as he focused on trying not to hurt her. It was golden, protective, safe. She felt safe from the entire world and tucked away into their own. "H-Harder!"

He didn't hesitate this time. His thrusts lessened by a fraction, but only so he could rut into her as she had asked. They were young, and their hormones were unmatched even by normal standards. Stressed people either had no sex drive or the complete opposite. He could guess by the way time was slowing down that it was the later.

Nothing hurt, nothing sharp or pointed felt like it was tearing through him. He was still present and accounted for but a rampaging beast of lust ("𝑹-𝑹𝒖𝒂𝒏?") had him biting her neck as he railed her so hard her head now was on the grass. She kept trying to muffle her shouts but he didn't want her to. "St-stop holding it in! I want to hear." He rolled his hips and got a squeal out of her. Again. Again.

"Right there! Right there!" Her pussy held him in place as he took a slightly different angle. Two thrusts in and her whines began to crescendo into near screams in his ear. Her euphoria added to his pleasure by a tenfold and he held her even closer.

"I'm close." He could feel it like boiling lava in his entire body, wanting to rise and burst out of him and into her. But he wanted to wait. "I wanna cum w-with you. Please. How do I help?"

She wiggled one of her hands and grabbed at the arm tucked under her. Deft fingers brought his thumb to her clit to rub in tiny circles. "L-like that. Exactly like that!" She groaned and he felt her grow wetter. "Don't stop please please–"

"I won't." He punctuated that by rubbing a bit faster, using the natural lube to triple make sure he wasn't harming her pleasure. In the back of his mind, he noticed the fire seeming to grow with his pleasure. "I-I'm sorry, but," He clenched his teeth and ground into her harder, only able to tell her one thing before his mind disappeared entirely. "I'm going to cum. Inside you."

"ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖."

"Please!" Her legs squeezed around his and he pressed his chest to hers as his orgasm tore out of him at full force.

"𝔹𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦."

She caught hers at the last second as he began to fuck her harder, deeper, more violently. The sound that escaped at his orgasm was more felt than heard, it rumbled low in his chest and straight to her clit as she milked every drop out of him.

For a second, the two fell into hard light and became a brightly glowing Stevonnie: panting and trembling as two different kinds of sexual bliss collided into an entirely new feeling. They gasped, their hand over their chest as they unfused with Steven still on top.

"𝓐𝓽𝓽𝓪 𝓫𝓸𝔂."

"Yᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜʟʟ ᴏᴜᴛ, ᴅᴜᴍʙᴀss."

"Oh-h stars." He did his best to collapse next to her instead of on her as the feeling of impending doom rushed him. "I didn't pull out."

The panic was overwhelming and startling. Why couldn't anything good ever–

"I'm on birth control. Ever since you hit puberty my mom hasn't trusted us alone." Connie pressed a hand to his cheek and tried for a weak smile. "Breathe."

The worry subsided quickly, but had effectively killed most of his afterglow. He sighed his lamentation but turned to the sweaty naked girl beside him and grinned. "Did I do a good job?"

Asking made her brighten considerably. "Of course! You're... you're an incredible lover, Steven."

Their lips met sweetly, repeatedly. They could've laid here exactly like this forever. Even fused as Stevonnie, there was an unmistakable feeling of everything being as it should be.

Connie giggled into the kiss, being surprised and relieved that he hadn't switched. She half expected Ruan to charge back out halfway through but she couldn't be more grateful. Her hand slithered down to his chest and then lower, gripping around his shaft and squeezing experimentally. He moaned into her mouth, so she pulled away to eye him. "Why are you still hard? Aren't you supposed to go soft now?"

He opened his eyes with a bit of effort and cringed. "I t-tend to need a couple of rounds. Don't worry about it."

But Connie was going to worry about it. Well, maybe not worry, but something close. She gave him a mischievous smile and licked her lips. "Mind if I explore?"

He swallowed so loud it was genuinely comical, but nodded his consent clearly. "Do you want me to clean up first?"

She shrugged. "I've tasted myself before, and I'm eager to taste you too." The boldness came straight from her core, but she could tell she'd thrown him for a loop. "A-as long as it's okay with you."

"Let's try to at least make it to the sleeping bag first," He teased with a red face.

Connie snorted and dropped her gaze to his erect member with scientific curiosity bubbling inside of her. "We can try."