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It was a lazy Saturday in for you and your boyfriend, Roger, after a crazy Friday night out with him and his bandmates. The two of you had stayed on the couch all day with the blinds drawn, plenty of water, and the TV turned on with the volume on low for the majority of the day, only really getting over your hangovers at around 5:00pm.

From then, you made spaghetti together for dinner and relaxed by watching a couple movies and listening to a couple records while switching off playing with each other’s hair. You were ending the night much earlier than either of you were used to (although, let’s be honest, it was always an early night when you were hungover) at only 10:00pm.

Normally, on nights after long days of hangovers, the two of you would have lazy sex lying down next to each other before going to sleep to let off some of the tension that gathered throughout the day when you had too big a headache or penchant for throwing up to do anything about it. But tonight it didn’t seem like Roger was up for it because earlier you had straddled his lap and started to make out with him, but he returned the kisses half-heartedly and you gave up after only a minute.

You shrugged to yourself as you started getting ready for bed. Changing out of your comfy lounge clothes into your just as comfy pajamas, you headed to the bathroom to do your nightly routine. You always started with brushing your teeth so that if you ended up getting toothpaste around your mouth (which was most of the time) and needed to wash it off, you wouldn’t wash off your moisturizer with it.

After squeezing out a glob of toothpaste, you started brushing your teeth, humming “She Came in Through the Bathroom Window,” by The Beatles in an attempt to make yourself actually brush for two whole minutes. When you were done, you leaned down and spit into the sink, and just before you rinsed out your mouth, you remembered something you needed to tell Roger.

Walking into the bedroom, you called to him, “Rog, we need to remember to pick up that cake tomorrow for Mike’s birthday on Monday. Remember the birthday celebration’s at like 11:00am at the studio-- why are you looking at me like that?

Roger was staring at your mouth, stock still and you frowned in response.

“What, do I have something…?” you trailed off, touching your fingers to your mouth and you realized that the foamy toothpaste was all over your lips. You laughed, “Oh, whoops, guess I should go and rinse off…”

You trailed off again, taking a harder look at Roger and realizing that he wasn’t just staring at you normally. No, his lips were parted and his eyes were darker than usual and had a hungry gleam to them. Then you realized what it was, he was turned on because the toothpaste looked kinda like cum.

A second went by and then you were cracking up, “Rog, no, you’re not turned on by toothpaste are you?”

That seemed to break him from his stare and he pulled a face, frowning and crossing his arms, “No, shut up, that’s not what-- shut up!”

You laughed again, heading into the bathroom and rinsing your mouth and then returned to the bedroom to find Roger still pouting. As you walked up to him, you mirrored the pouty look on his face and tried to touch his arm but he shrugged you off.

“Aren’t you turned on, Rogie, I thought you’d want to do something,” you said in a half-mocking tone.

“Well, maybe I would if you weren’t being so mean,” he said haughtily, looking away from you.

“Mean? When have I been mean?” you asked, actually a little confused.

“Well you’re making fun of me right now,” he started and you had to admit that was a fair point. “And earlier, you stopped making out with me for no reason!”

“No reason? I stopped because it seemed like you weren’t into it,” you explained, touching his arm again, and this time he let you keep it there.

“I was,” he protested. Then he said a little sheepishly, “I was just sleepy.”

“Oh,” you said in realization. Then you got a glint in your eye, “Well, are you sleepy now?”

“I mean I was getting ready for bed--” he started mumbling before you cut him off.

“‘Cause if you’re not tired, I think I know something we can do,” you hinted, moving his arms from their crossed position and placing them on your waist.

His hands immediately tightened on you, “Yeah?”

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“Yeah,” you confirmed. “How would you like to see your cum on my lips, baby?”

Roger gulped and you just smiled up at him then he stuttered out, “F-fuck, um, yeah.”

You pulled him down to you and kissed him fully, trying to take his breath away with the way that you used your lips, tongue, and teeth. As you did, you guided him to walk with you until your thighs bumped into your bed and he was in front of you. You stopped there, taking the time to let both of you get lost in the feeling of the kiss.

Once Roger broke away to actually take a breath, you started kissing down his jaw to his neck, able to go down from your tiptoes. You kissed your way to the hollow of his throat, leaving a couple quick nips, knowing he liked the sharp pain of the bites more than the dull ache of a hickey. He was already shirtless since that’s how he slept, so as you continued to pay attention to his neck, you rubbed your hands along his chest, thumbing at his nipples.

When you could feel his moans vibrating in his throat with your lips and his hands were pushing on your hips ever so slightly, you moved lower. Pressing a kiss to in between his collarbones, his sternum, the middle of his torso, and then right above and below his belly button, you sat down on the bed. You hooked both pointer fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants and underwear. Then you leaned closer for what was going to be another kiss on his stomach, but you suddenly couldn’t help yourself and instead blew a raspberry right on his stomach.

“H-- Hey, w--what’re you doing?” Roger said in between giggles due to the ticklish feeling of the raspberry and he tried to squirm from your grasp. You pulled him back though and just did it again causing him to laugh out loud and exclaim with a smile he couldn’t help, “Stop, stop!”

“Oh, sorry, baby,” you told him with a smile that wasn’t sorry at all. “Your tummy’s just too cute.”

Roger blushed at your words, but didn’t look away, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear instead. The two of you shared a tender smile and then you got back to business. You did place another kiss right where his waistband was before you had pulled it down, and you could see his muscles tense. Pulling both pieces of clothing down all the way, you followed with your lips, stopping to let him kick them to the side. His dick was already hard and you grabbed it with your hand, pumping him slowly but firmly.

Then you gathered some saliva in your mouth and let it drip onto his cock, using your hand to spread it around. Once that was done, you stopped moving your hand and held him at the base before licking a stripe up the underside of his cock. Looking up once more into Roger’s eyes, you opened your mouth and slipped the head between your lips and started sucking softly.

Roger groaned and he moved a hand to gather your hair into a ponytail, not to guide but just to help him see and keep it out of your way. Jerking him with your hand again, you kept his head in your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue around it in tandem, and Roger moaned long and low. You always loved sucking him off because he was way more vocal, able to focus solely on his own pleasure and losing his inhibitions with it.

Before long, Roger’s cock started leaking precum into your mouth and you used it to help as you took him in deeper. Now working your mouth and hand in tandem, you bobbed up and down his length, adding an extra flick of your wrist or swirl of your tongue with every move. You kept one hand on his thigh to help steady yourself. Roger was a mess above you, and was fighting to keep his eyes open in order to see the so fucking hot sight of you taking him in your mouth.

You planned to keep eye contact as long as he did and batted your lashes at him as you took him even deeper, letting him hit the back of your throat as you relaxed your jaw.

“Oh, fuck, oh you feel so good, yes, fuck, keep doing tha--that,” Roger said and his voice broke due to the pleasure he was in.

Then you moved the hand that was on his thigh to gently tease his balls and he was immediately right at the edge.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whined out. “On your lips, please, please.”

You lifted your mouth off of him until the head of his cock was resting against your lips and continued jerking him, going faster and faster until he came with a high moan. His cum spurted out into your mouth and onto your lips, coating them and you continued to work him through his high.

“Shit you look so fucking hot,” he groaned, unable to keep his eyes off you even as the hand on his cock overstimulated him a bit. Then you wrapped your lips around his head again to clean the drops of cum that had accumulated there, removing it from your mouth with a pop when you were done. Finally, you used a finger to gather all the cum that was on your mouth and pushed it between your lips, sucking it all off, swallowing it, and showing him your empty mouth when you were done.

“Holy fuck I’m almost ready to go again,” Roger said as his cock twitched at the sight.

You smiled up at him and giggled then frowned in annoyance as you realized something,

“Aw man, I have to go brush my teeth again.”

“Me too,” Roger said with a smirk.

“What do you mean--woah!” you exclaimed as Rog suddenly moved you further up the bed and pulled your pants and underwear down. As his head settled between your thighs you thought to yourself that it was worth it.

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