"Fuh– shit!" Her hips bucked against his mouth at the feel of his teeth digging into the flesh there.

He held until he was satisfied and observed the indentation. "You taste like cookies." Pink eyes lifted to hers. "Why?"

"Vanilla sugar scrub I'm trying out." She'd been unaware of his tongue tasting her with all of the feel good chemicals rushing through her body, but she couldn't begin to try and be unaware of how hungry he sounded.

This time his tongue ran over her with a warm wetness that made her squeak. "This is going to be problematic for you."

"Why?"

He moved back to lift her foot and kiss his way to her calf. He latched on until she gasped out. The process was repeated on the other side, careful not to heal it away. "Sometimes I get cravings for something sweet. Sometimes I get cravings for you. Mixing it is borderline stupid if you'd like to keep your back intact."

He worked his way up between her legs, leaving exactly what he promised on every few inches of her thighs. Every time Connie hissed and squirmed until he let go. "Tell me if I'm hurting you, love." His tongue dropped between her pussy lips to taste her essence, that warmth and fulfilling meal he couldn't resist.

Try as she might to respond to tell him he wasn't, he was clearly intent on mind fucking her on top of everything. The slight rough friction of his tongue against her clit brought her hands down to hold him in place so she could chase the orgasm he was obediently working towards.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" Her body tensed in preparation but he untangled her fingers from his hair and pulled away licking his lips gleefully. "You bastard!"

He narrowed his eyes and bit that spot that always shut her up. Or at least made her only able to respond with pitiful whines and cries of his name. Her left side was more sensitive than the right so he didn't need to bear down as hard here, but he did anyways. Her being just on the edge was exactly how he wanted her, and with no healing spit to soothe the pain it was making her all the more horny. "You're like a chew toy."

"Fuck you," She breathlessly groaned. "I'm not a chew toy."

He raised his head in challenge. "You don't think so?"

"I don't."

Her side was soft enough that he could use them here, just slightly. The sharpness of his teeth made her repeat the same squeaking noise every time he bit down harder. It was too comical not to smirk up at her. "You sound like a chew toy." He switched over and tasted more of that sweetness. "The sweetest sin."

"Every time you say that it knocks the wind out of me," She admitted sheepishly.

"Good." He kissed down to her pussy and stretched his tongue to rub against her g-spot. She thanked him profusely, spreading her legs to give him more room to play.

"Steven~ oh my god that feels so so good!"

He pulled away again and she growled until she saw his expression: beet red and guiltily grinning.

"What? What's the matter?"

He glanced off to the side and shook his head. "Sometimes you sound just like..." He stopped and shook his head. "You make me feel young."

"We are young. No middle age yet." She was still annoyed about being edged but this was interesting. "What do you mean?"

"I mean absolutely nothing."

"But–," Before she could finish calling him out he kissed up her arm until he reached her neck and bit everywhere he could reach. It was wild and desperate to bring her pleasurable sounds to higher volumes and distract.

She was a canvas of primal lust, his deep red bites spread out over her dark skin like lipstick marks. Truthfully he was thinking about the first time he'd ever bitten her as teens in a moment of passion and she'd made a very similarly pitched exclamation.

Sometimes, rarely, flashbacks were good.

She slowly caught her breath and wiggled her fingers at him. "It's your turn."

He let her grapple him down, his head hanging over the end of the bed. The feeling of her blowing cool air onto his gem made him shiver. "Someone's coming on strong tonight."

"Do you want me to slow down?" She asked seriously.

He lifted his head, half to meet her eyes and half to stop the blood rushing to there. "Take me out."

Her tongue had simply graced the skin around it and he was already trembling. Kisses, licks, sweet nothings about beauty he found impossible to be all that great made him weak to her assault. He'd let her touch him anywhere she wanted, whenever she wanted.

The first contact with his gem made his entire body convulse once. It was always a shock no matter how many times she touched him there, a strong sensation that almost made him love the wretched burden as much as she apparently did. Meticulous as always, she traced the edges carefully and slowly. "Oh Connie, fuck...!" It ended in a squeak when she replaced her tongue with a kiss and dropped one on every facet until it was flashing against them. "Your lips are so soft."

She hummed as she admired the alien glow spread to his skin. "Sweet boy." Her tongue licked the biggest face and he keened, clutching at her head and holding her in place firmly. It wasn't similar to an orgasm save for pleasure wise, but an intense burning of feeling so loved he lost himself every time.

She laughed and kissed it again. "I love how doing that makes you so weak."

"You make me weak." He leaned up to grab her but she shook her head.

A nip to his side completely stopped him in his tracks. "Sit still."

He fell into that mindset, that blushing silly mindset that told him to do as she asked no matter how hard it was to obey when she was biting him harder than he'd expected her to. It was borderline painful, but he could take more. He wanted more. "B-bite harder than that. I don't need your weak sissy nibbles."

The next one nearly sent him upright. Apparently his smart ass comment had sparked enough offended irritation to spur her on to bite where it made her the weakest and stars, that was a drool worthy feeling. She tugged at the skin there and he moaned her name lowly. "Where's all that talk, hm?" She darted forward again to take his cock into her mouth.

"W-wait you're going too fast~!" He pulled at his hair as his lower half flooded with another kind of pleasure too fast to keep up with. Her swirling tongue and hand firmly wrapped around the bottom... and god her warm wet mouth taking him as much as she could until she gagged was going to make him pass out. His toes curled just as she started decelerate so he could feel every fraction of her blowing him. The twitching of his cock was merely a countdown by now and he wanted to cum so badly.

Her hand picked up the slack and she peered up at him. "Do you want to cum?"

"Yes!" He was already exasperated and begging couldn't work if he could barely speak.

"I dunno, you edged me. Maybe I shouldn't let you." Yet she took him even further this time, he could feel her throat stroking the head of his cock in a hot tightness that made him mumble his warning.

She hummed inquisitively around him but he couldn't respond. Careful teeth holding his erection in place however brought his mind right back to the present. "Huh?"

His eyes were wide with fearful arousal. "I said I'm gonna cum but if you bite my dick I'm going to be so mad at you."

She snickered at him and gripped it at the very base, pressing her thumb down. Her teeth nearly ripped into his thigh, or at least he assumed it must have when he made a strangled attempt to call her a bully. She was not giving him permission to cum yet, that was clear now despite his plea. "I'm the bully?" She grumbled in faux cool anger. "Fine. I can be the bully." Her touch left him entirely and the sound of the bedroom drawer made him throw his hands over his face.

"No, wait, I take it back!"

Unmoved, she clutched the near torture device in her hand and crawled back over him. A cockring made it nearly impossible to cum, and now she was being downright mean lining herself over his throbbing dick and slipping onto it. "Don't worry, I'll at least keep it on theme." She found his neck as she started bouncing slowly, holding his head in place. She placed her bites one after the other, some left tingling that shot straight to his cock, some made his eyes roll back, some left a stinging he willed his body not to remove. He loved this, he loved her lips brushing against his skin until he whined at where he wanted the next one. They were implanted into his shoulders, the broad shoulders she was always admiring when he was shirtless, under the side of his ear that brought his hands to her hips to guide her because he was so fucking close already.

Her jaw went slack when he braced himself in shaky legs to fuck into her harder. He could make it, he could cum, he was sure of it with that rippling she was doing around him. "I need to– p-please?"

She nodded vigorously. "Go ahead and try, Starboy."

He flipped her onto her back to pound into her at full force. His cock pulsed angrily inside her and he snarled. He was going to defy this stupid thing one day and that day was going to be today, covered in her love bites. His finger followed the curve of one of her own, noting the slightly deeper indentations of the fangs he'd forgotten he'd shapeshifted. He smirked to himself and leaned down to tug on her earlobe with one.

"Oh stars, Steven you're gonna make me cum again!" Her shrill voice quavered at the end and she grabbed his face to make him watch her cum.

A string of swears came from him as he tripled his effort to drag it out and bring on a stronger one. It was with the purely selfish intention of being addicted to that lusty and drunken look, knowing that would help push him over the edge.

Every noise she made caught in her throat due to the suffocating she felt her body doing as it fell to his whims once again. He kissed her through it, chuckling when she either could barely return it or fiercely kissed back. Her bottom lip, plump and fleshy, was bitten next as the first hint of an orgasm tried breaking through. He pulled off and strained for it, demanding his human body to just give in already.

"You look so frustrated," She remarked in between moans. "Don't worry, champ. You'll get there."

He leered at her tease and hooked his arms under her shoulders to keep her in place. Her legs being firmly bent upwards against his chest made him crazy. "Bite me. Harder." He let a hand fall to her clit and rub until she happily obliged and bit down as hard as she could muster. He groaned and switched from a 4/4 to a 8/4 beat, a whimpering cry of, "Fucking hell, please!"

She let go to look into those near teary eyes and tight expression as he was forced to dangle right on the edge. His thrusts quickened up a near painful amount, the forceful jumping of his cock inside her as it tried to bust suddenly very strongly making itself known. "O-oh, did you want to cum too?" She gave him razzing smile that made him half laugh, half cry as a single tear flowed down his cheek.

"Please, please, please let me cum. I f~feel like I'm... g-going to explode. I don't even remember what I– ugh– I don't even remember what I did!" He wouldn't take it off until she told him to, though. He wouldn't get anything out of it if permission was not granted.

"Mmm... oh, alri–," She didn't even finish her sentence before he pulled out and slid it off. "Your poor dick is nearly purple. Poor baby boy."

There was nothing to deter him from cumming now, but he needed that boost as he rammed back into her. He kissed her cheek and managed to get out, "D-did I do a good job?"

Oh, how her heart felt full to bursting when he asked her that! "You always do a good job. Such... a..." She paused and he laughed miserably, slurring something she could barely recognize as begging. "Slow down."

His thrusts changed from frantic to reverent and he dropped his head onto her shoulder. Her hands moved from his sides to his neck to feel her love letters that dipped into his skin. "Good boy. You're such a good boy. You're my good Steven."

"Yes," His voice cracked as he finally hit his climax so hard his legs shook wildly. "Oh my fucking–! I am so in love with you." He sobbed once at the feel of his hot release flowing out around him. "You're so beautiful." He stayed, losing track of if he was even filling her anymore. Everything felt so good, he felt so good. "Are– goddamn– you okay? Do you feel good?"

She grinned and brushed the hair out of his face. "Yes. You did such an incredible job. You wanna snuggle?"

Small nibbles traveling over her jawline answered that but he didn't move to get up.

"Steven, you've gotta pull out," She reminded him with a giggle. "I can't take any more!"

He paused. "Right. Waiting."

"Why?"

"I value the life we've built together, and to a slightly lesser extent, the house. If I pull out I'm worried the sound I'll make will shatter the windows and it's cold outside. More trouble than it's worth. Just... give me a minute so I can relax."