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Steven groaned, closing his eyes as his back harshly hit the wall. A flying blur of pink came after him, putting its hands on both sides of him.
"Whoa, whoa, calm down, Pink!" Steven held his hands up in surrender.
"Tell me." Pink said nonchalantly. His eyes were fierce with determination.
"Tell you what?" Steven raised a brow in confusion.
"What that emotion is." Pink stated simply.
Steven stared at him blankly. "What emotion?"
"The one you feel whenever you're with that girl."
"Oh!" Steven blushed.
"That. You're feeling it right now." Pink got alert, inspecting Steven's face that lit up in a shade oddly similar to himself.
"Oh, it's, uh," Steven tried to think about how to explain it, “romantic attraction, I guess?” He shrugged his shoulders slightly before continuing. Pink listened intently, leaning closer as Steven explained.
"It’s basically when you like someone a lot, like, more than your friends. As in, you want to spend your life with them and have inside jokes and..." Steven's mind trailed off, "Um, kiss!" He chuckled nervously.
"Kiss?" Pink raised a brow.
"Uh, y-yeah!" Steven's blush got worse.
"What's that?" Pink tilted his head to the side.
"It's when you really like someone and you, um, lean in and touch lips," Steven thought of how to explain it.
"Lean in and...?" Pink subconsciously began leaning in, staring at Steven's lips.
Steven immediately noticed and put his hands on Pink's shoulders, attempting to hold him back.
"Wait, wait, wait!" His eyes widened as his blush got intense.
"What?" Pink asked.
"You don't just do that to anyone! Kissing is for someone you really like, someone you love!" Steven laughed nervously.
"I love you." Pink blurted out.
"W-what?!" Steven sputtered. "No, that's different! You basically are me!"
Pink shook his head, "We are different."
"W-well, we're different in terms of personality, but you look exactly like me! You're just...all pink! We're basically the same-mmph-!"
Steven was cut off as Pink leaned in, connecting their lips. Steven widened his eyes even more as Pink stayed nonchalant, staring at Steven's reaction. After a second or two, Steven no longer wanted to see and decided to squeeze his eyes shut, attempting to push Pink away. He groaned as Pink didn't budge.
As he was running out of breath, he leaned his head back against the wall to take a deep breath in. Pink came chasing right after him, cutting his breath off. He made a noise in shock as Pink invaded his mouth with his tongue.
As Pink's saliva reached his tongue, he felt the charm of Pink's healing magic kicking in. He wasn't hurt, but it managed to soothe his mind and make him feel calmer. It almost made him tired, his eyes drooping a bit.
Pink backed away for a second, letting Steven breathe. There was a thin strand of saliva connecting the two, before Pink leaned in again.
"W...wai—" Steven tried to protest in his dazed state. He was cut off abruptly as Pink came back in.
Steven let out a small whine, completely trapped between Pink and the wall. He was holding onto Pink, relying entirely on the pink being to keep him up.
As he tried thinking of ways to escape, he tried shoving his hand in-between their lips. Noticing this, Pink grabbed his hands smoothly, summoning a pink bubble encasing each hand. He let the bubbles float up above Steven’s head, and a small popping sound could be heard as the two bubbles combined into one, trapping both of his hands into a bubble floating above his head.
While Steven thrashed to get his hands free, Pink’s hands began to roam around his body. He gently grazed Steven’s sides as he dropped his hands lower, sending shivers throughout his body.
His hands dipped beneath the hem of his shirt, making contact with Steven’s bare skin. Steven let out a whimpering moan as he backed into the wall as much as he could, trying to escape the inevitable touch.
Pink broke off the kiss to give him a chance to breathe. Steven gasped for air and panted heavily, out of breath and sleepy from Pink’s relaxing healing powers.
When Steven recovered his breath, he tried speaking up again, voice cracking, “P-Pink, pleas—hmmhh—”
He got cut off with a muffled moan when Pink used one of his hands to lift Steven’s chin up, pressing his lips against Steven’s neck. He pressed kisses along his neck until he got to an especially sensitive area, where Steven kept inching away from him at.
Pink only brought him back in, caressing his waist with his thumb as he licked and sucked at Steven’s neck. Steven gave out little broken moans against his will, as he was forced to stand there and let it happen.
“P-Pin—“ Steven tried protesting again with the confidence he didn’t have as Pink pulled him closer, cutting off his sentence with yet another kiss. Steven moaned into the kiss, his legs shaking as heat pooled up between them.
Why was he enjoying this? He didn’t know. He felt so powerless, standing by, watching Pink completely overpower and dominate him. He felt humiliated like this.
The worst part is that he was getting turned on.
It was so embarrassing, getting utterly dominated, trapped by your own gem using a bubble on you.
He wanted to scream. Scream at Pink for kissing him without his permission. Scream at himself for letting it happen. Scream at nobody in particular, just because he felt like it.
He opened his mouth to do so, “Pink! I…nghh—”
But it just came out as another moan.
And another.
All you could hear was Steven’s voice—out of breath, panting and moaning Pink’s name all throughout the night.
Through his hazy vision, he could see Pink’s eyes. Instead of the usual circles there, there were hearts.