They were a mess of bodies in the sheets, half clothed and breathing heavily, the calm gray of the walls around them were foggy in their haze. All he could think about were those lips, so delicately soft against his neck, his own fingers tracing the fine curves of her outline. She was a chubbier girl than most, but he loved it. It made her soft, more womanly. She was a mess, her usually tidy chestnut hair was strewn on the pillow behind her head, her eyes closed and fingers focused on his sides. She grazed his neck with those lips of hers, before biting down possessively. He jumped a bit, but brushed it off, leaning in to cover her cheek in kisses. He traced his tongue from her ear to her lips to pull her off him and lock their tongues together. She allowed this, but pushed herself up on her elbows to explore his body blindly with her tongue.
She could feel his blood rushing under his warm skin, smell it. It made him feel and smell sweet, faintly like cherries or strawberries. Thats the best description she could give, anyway. Her eyes searched for his, though the effort was nigh futile. Lines, colors, shapes, all blended together in a giant dark watercolor behind her irises. He sought out her eyes as well, huffing gently as her tongue explored his flesh, and gripped her scalp before giving her a furious kiss, pushing her into the mattress below. Fury was his best suit, and she reveled in it. The passion behind his emotions gave her goosebumps, because instead of seeing, she could feel them instead. As she gripped his cheeks to kiss him back, she let her emotions get the best of her, and bit his lip sharply.
He jolted and growled.
"Reshj. M'sherioush. Leh go oh' my lyip."
This, however, put her in a rather playful mood, and instead of obliging, she tugged on him, grinning up at him.
"hn-nn. Noph." And she bit down slightly harder, gripping his ribcage tightly with her fingers. He jolted harder, and yanked himself from her grasp.
"OW MOTHERFUCKING-" He rubbed his lip with his forearm, wildly confused. She had bitten hard enough to break the skin, and he was bleeding slightly. Now with her vision going dark, she laughed, hugging her sides. She snorted a bit as she did so, and her giggling got annoying to her lover who was nursing an injured lip.
"Oh Karkat, you big baby! Can't handle a bloody lip? I had no idea." She giggled again as Karkat leered at her.
"You fucking made me bleed, you lunatic."
"I knew that! I could taste it! Not as cherry-flavored as I had hoped."
"You're psychotic." and the girl pouted, arms across her chest.
"I don't like it when you call me names, Karkitty."
"I DON'T LIKE IT WHEN YOU FUCKING TREAT ME LIKE A CHEW TOY."
The girl pursed her lips at this thought, before sighing agitatedly, reaching down, and tugging up her shirt to flash him. He gawked, but only for a split second cause thats only as long as the peep show lasted. He seemed pacified for the most part, eyes wide and balance tipped over to the right just slightly. She had no idea the expression on his face so she just looked away and rolled on her stomach. She sighed gently. "Well. Now that -those- are old news...I was gonna make you wait until we actually got past first base, but I guess that was useless."
Karkat was overcome with lust and frustration and all the good, angry emotions in between that only Terezi could muster from him. He collapsed on her back, growling like a pissed off kitten as he sank his teeth into her neck and covered her in kisses. This took her quite by surprise, because she jumped and groaned at the attention, eyes closing and pushing her neck into the affection. She smiled gently, pushing her ass against his groin, making him grip the sheets, eyebrows furrowed.
"Not yet, Karkat." She whispered in a low, husky voice. He growled, face flushed as he kissed her skin with bleeding lips.
"Then remove your ass from its current vicinity and I will fucking oblige. Cock tease." She giggled and did so, rolling over onto her back to cradle his cheeks and kiss her bleeding boyfriend.