Too Long to Wait

This is my first smut ever aha so it's probably horrible and I feel super awkward sooo yeah. I hope you like it X'D

Rogue checks the time once more with a sigh. Clicking his tongue in annoyance, he collapses onto the worn couch in the living room. He grabs the closest book to him, cracks it open, and starts reading. He's read it five times before, but at this point, it didn't matter.

He missed Sting. His boyfriend had been summoned to a guild masters' conference in Crocus for an entire month. He'd promised he would be back before midnight on the first day of the new month, but it is already 11:49 and there was no sign of the White Dragon. To be frank, it pisses Rogue off. He is tired, hungry, and lonely. Yukino is watching the two Exceeds for the night, which leaves Rogue alone in the normally lively home. For once, things are actually neat. It's a bit of a relief, actually, because as lazy Rogue was, he hated clutter. Sting on the other hand was lazy and didn't care what the house looked like, so it was constantly in disarray. After a while Rogue had just given up trying to housekeep and simply let the clutter pile up until it was unbearable.

Rogue's crimson eyes flick towards the clock once more: it is 11:58. Sting is late, and there is no doubt about it. Rogue's eyes go back to the book, reading each printed line with careful precision. His mind wanders, being sleepy and focused intently on the book in front of him. A gust of cold air makes his hair sway and the pages flutter, but he ignores it. He must've left a window open. However, when a familiar gloved hand takes hold of the book and yanks it from Rogue's grasp, he knows that's not the case.

"You're late."

"No, I'm not, actually." Sting grins mischievously. "It's 11:59 exactly. Aaaand-whoop. Now it's midnight."

Rogue chuckles slightly, his heart exploding in his chest. It was so good to see Sting again, to smell his thick, clean scent of cologne, and he just knew it was going to taste and feel beyond amazing when their lips finally meet after so long. "You're such a child."

"Ah, well, I don't think a child would do this~" Sting leans forward, grabbing Rogue by the collar of his shirt. Rogue can practically taste Sting's breath, "Now would they~?"

"Shut the hell up and kiss me," Rogue growls, pressing his forehead against Sting's. The blond laughs, then smashes his lips against Rogue's. Unable to stop it, a moan passes through Rogue's lips at the contact. It felt better than he remembered, hotter and wetter. Sting had barely been home two minutes and Rogue was already turned on. That's what a month of waiting did to you, it seemed.

The book falls from Sting's fingers and to the floor. Rogue hisses angrily, harshly biting down on Sting's lip, hard enough to draw blood.

"Ow!" Sting yelps, feeling the salty liquid pool up in his mouth. He spits a bit of red into his hand, frowning. "The fuck?! Why you gettin' kinky all of a sudden?"

Rogue wills back a furious blush, and quickly retorts with, "Don't drop my books."

"Oh~" Sting's eyes twinkle mischievously. "I see," he whispers, his now-bloody lips brushing against Rogue's as he speaks. "You're punishing me, is that it, Ryos~?"

A shiver floods through Rogue's spine as Sting calls him by his old alias. It brought a level of intimacy that was normally reserved for very serious, emotional conversations. Feeling heat rising to his cheeks, Rogue grabs a fistful of Sting's jacket and looks at him with half-lidded eyes. "Maybe so," he breathes against Sting's lips, attempting to be seductive. He only feels the blush deepen as he continues on, "What, did you... I don't know...like it~?" To Rogue's shock and embarrassment, the only reply he gets from Sting is a shaky laugh. He drops the low purr in his voice, replacing it with a growl. "What's so funny, you bastard?"