The creaking sound of the bed underneath us echoes throughout the otherwise empty apartment, where panting, heavy breathing and faint moaning can be heard, though it’s mostly through gritted teeth, clashing lips and battling tongues.
I feel him move above me, thrusting his hips against mine over and over again whilst hiding his face in the crook of my neck, where I can feel faint pecks being planted against my naked skin. Small, faint pecks that has started to turn almost desperate, and his lips are soon replaced with his teeth; the sharp, incomparable fangs of his.
I can’t stop myself from letting out a strangled, painful sound as he digs his fangs into my skin. I do nothing to stop him, though - I just tighten my grip around his shoulders, like I’m holding on for dear life as pleasure is dominating my mind.
He’s started to pick up the pace by now, I know what that means - and it bothers me.
He’s whispering sweet words against my bruised neck, whispering how he loves me and doesn’t want to let go of me. I’m barely able to respond, and all I manage to do is let out a small whimper of a reply.
He’s completely gone in ecstasy as his thrusting turns rapid. His grip on my thighs tightens, and a well-known, beastly growl escapes his throat as his movements come to a complete halt, and I feel him emptying his warm fluids inside of me.
His breathing is heavy, he’s almost gasping for air, as if his lungs are trying to squeeze every single bit of oxygen out of him in an attempt to suffocate his body.
That’s when our eyes meet; hazy glances, as my turquoise eyes are met with his dark blue ones, staring at me like I’m some sort of prey; a caged rabbit, and he’s the fox that has lured me into a trap - no, more like a dragon that has set its eyes on me.
I finally let go of his broad shoulders and instead move my hands to cup his cheeks, framed in those blond, spiky strands of his that almost seem golden in the light from the sunset, emerging from between the curtains.
I lean a bit closer to him and plant a gentle kiss on his lips, as if I was afraid that a simple touch would break the person in front of me. The kiss is quickly returned, rather lazily as his eyes are closed once again. He leans into the kiss just as he lies down on top of me and I feel his exhausted, drained body against mine, as well as the heat radiating from it.
“I was too quick, wasn’t I?” he asks with that husky, hoarse voice of his that manage to make my stomach tickle over and over again, as if thousands of butterflies had taken residence inside of me.
“No, no,” I whisper quietly as I shake my head a little bit, “It’s okay, don’t worry about it.” My voice is quiet, with my lips gently pressed against his, not in a kiss, but just in a feeling of touch.
“Damn it,” he curses under his breath as he lets out an embarrassed, small laugh, “I’m so sorry, I… I should really know how to hold back by now.”
I can’t help but smile just faintly at him as I let my thumbs gently run over his cheeks while I study his handsome face closely. His skin is light, fair and almost flawless, if it wasn’t because of the long, thin scar that ran across his right eyebrow. His eyes are the most beautiful, dark blue colour that you could ever imagine; a pair of eyes that I could drown in, over and over again, without any regrets left behind.
His pupils are an elongate shape, just like a dragon’s, which just fits his small, but incredibly sharp, fangs that only a true dragon slayer like himself has.
I feel him pulling out of me, now that he’s no longer erect, even though I am far from satisfied, so even though I assure him that I don’t mind; I might do.
“You’re too sweet to me, Rin,” he sighs as he gazes away from me, a hint of a blush dominating his cheeks.
“I know,” I reply with a faint laugh, “You do know that I love you dearly, don’t you?”
“Mhmm…” he mutters quietly as he leans his head down, only to hide it in the crook of my neck once again. He’s avoiding the question, even though the answer should be obvious.
I let out a huff in annoyance as he doesn’t answer me, so instead I just wrap my legs around his hips and roll him over on the bed, ending up with me sitting on top of him instead. He blinks a few times while he tries to comprehend what just happened as he looks up at me with now burning hot cheeks, and I can’t help but chuckle at the sight beneath me. I don’t know why, but I do like the fact that I can make him all shy and awkward in less than two seconds; he wasn’t like that when we first met, not at all.
I just sit on top of him and take a good look at his body, his flexed muscles and broad shoulders. His neck, that has been marked quite a bit by me already with small, blue dots, and his chest that is heaving with every breath he takes.
He’s handsome, a true masterpiece that I have now given my signature.
“You know…” he mumbles quietly after a short while of silence as he places his warm hands on my thighs that are planted on each side of him, “I could get you off, if you want?” His hands slowly move upwards towards my hips and I immediately feel a small shiver down my spine just by the bare touch of his palms.
“Ah, but it’s no fun when you’re not into it, though,” I complain as I put my hands atop of Sting’s to stop them from going any further, “The best part is watching your face as you’re just about to--...”
“Okay, okay! I get it, geez!” he exclaims as his face turns completely red again, and he then decides that it’s probably a good idea to let go of my thighs by now, “Just… Give me ten minutes, then I will be able to go again.”
“Huh? Ten minutes?” I mutter in annoyance as I cross my arms over my chest.
“Well, I did offer you to get you off with different methods,” he says with a sly smirk on those kissable lips of his, and as he gazes up at me, I see his tongue appearing between his lips, only to lick at his upper lip without turning his attention away from my face.
This time I’m the one whose cheeks start heating up, just at the teasing look on Sting’s face as he says those words, and I immediately know what he’s getting at, and it’s tempting, especially because the more I look at him, the more I want relief.
I’m just about to open my mouth to answer him, when I hear someone at the door, just before the doorbell rings, sounding throughout the whole apartment, at the worst timing possible. I just respond with a quiet growl, before I lean down towards Sting, planting a faint kiss on his cheek, “Let’s just ignore them,” I mumble quietly, “No way I’m opening the door like this.”
Sting looks up at me and smirks, “I love it when you’re like this,” he whispers quietly, but then suddenly the look in his eyes shift as he turns his face towards the direction the endless door-knocking sounds from, “Wait…”
“Huh? What is it?” I say as I pull away from my boyfriend with a slight frown on my face.
“What? You can tell it’s Rogue from in here?” I ask, dumbfounded, “How?”
“His scent,” he replies as he sits up, forcing me to pull further away from him. I then suddenly remember the fact that Sting’s sense of smell is magnificent, because of what he is, just like Rogue’s is - which also means that Rogue, without a doubt, knows that we’re in here, so he’s not just going to give up that easily.
“Aish, fine, let me put on some clothes,” I mutter in defeat as I crawl to the edge of the bed to find my pink bathrobe so that I might be able to look somewhat decent, “Let’s just hope he won't be able to smell my raging hormones right now - oh, who am I kidding…” I roll my eyes ever so slightly at myself as I manage to close my bathrobe. I turn around to look at Sting, only to see him with the widest smirk on his face, and the most sly look in his eyes, with his full attention directed towards me.
“Hooh? Now, that would be a shame, wouldn’t it?” he asks with a way too playful tone in his voice, and I’m not sure what he’s getting at, actually I don’t have a clue, “Come here, Rin, I just had a brilliant idea that would solve both of our problems.”
I have a bad feeling about this, but nonetheless I still decide to listen to my boyfriend’s idea, for now at least - I can always get back at him at a later time.