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moonlit swimming pool, what if all i need is you?

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connor couldn’t exactly put into words what it was about seeing the hickeys on his skin that made his pulse stutter. he’s been bruised up more times than he could count, and despite some of the hockey related bruises looking suspiciously similar to the marks currently dotting his neck, none of those bruises ever made his stomach flip the way these did.

maybe it was the way you left them. the sexy, slightly desperate way you licked and sucked at his skin. maybe it was knowing that the marks came from the intention of love, affection and want, not harm. either way connor wasn’t thinking much about the why of it all while you were plopped on his lap, adding to your collection.

“jeez baby.” the words were barely audible, husky and warm as they floated past his swollen lips. his hands tightening on your waist only encouraged you more, adjusting his head further back as you kiss and nibble at the skin below his jaw. “the guys are gonna give me so much shit for this.”

“want me to stop?” your tongue runs along his chain, and you can’t help but grin at the breathy whimper that escapes when you scrape your teeth over his adam’s apple.

“no. don’t ever stop.” he begs, panting against your forehead as you continue your little bites of affection down towards his chest.

“i don’t know about ever, baby. i mean we need to eat and—” he interrupts your rambling with three quick pecks. one, two, three. your hands land on his biceps as he lifts his hips, desperately seeking any friction against his dick that was staining against his grey sweatpants.

“we don’t need to eat.” he whispers feverishly, the little head shake he gives so earnest and genuine it makes you giggle.

“no?” you ask teasingly, trailing a finger down his stomach and grinning at the way it clenches beneath your touch. “you don’t need to eat? you’re not hung—”

he cuts you off with another string of kisses, following each time you try to pull away. “no…” he mumbles against your lips, shaking his head again to reiterate. “just need this—you. please.”

you cup his face, thumb skimming over his bottom lip. it’s still swollen from the kisses, from your teeth, from the way he keeps chasing you. his eyes flick down to your mouth and back up again, pupils blown, lashes a little damp.

“you have me.” you whisper, smiling as you kiss the corner of his jaw. “but you’re not gonna have me much longer if we don’t eat because i’m starving.” as if summoned, your stomach makes a loud growl and connor’s eyes widen, rubbing your stomach as if he could soothe the hunger away.

“as much as i love you mauling me, you do know that i don’t have any nutritional value right?” connor teases, tightening his arms around your waist.

“i don’t knowwww…these biceps could feed families, con.” you squeeze both his arms, giggling when he lowers his head and gives a playful bite to your shoulder.

“very funny.”