- warnings: smut, oral (f! receiving)
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Warm lamplight cuts through the thick smoke in Roman’s bedroom, the light catches its slow swirl each time Roman mindlessly exhales. He is sitting against the headboard, his elbow is nudged into your shoulder just enough to remind you that you are finally in each others presence again. A joint burns between his lips and it glows a dim orange as he takes a lazy hit. His eyebrows are knitted in frustration as he responds to the endless message notifications that break the tranquility that you both were once enjoying.
You’re laying on your back, low against his chest, his steady breathing lulling you into a deep sense of security. You tilt your head to observe him and your eyes drag over his face for a moment, then you pluck the joint from between his lips without any objection—of course—from Roman.
“I haven't," you break your sentence to bring the joint to your lips,it’s etween your pointer finger and your thumb, “smoked in so long,” you sigh on the exhale, feeling the effects of the weed immediately.
Roman laughs, “Yeah, so what? Am I a bad influence?” he teases.
“No, Rom” your murmur smiling as you take another hit. Exhaling, you shift your body to be chest to chest and eye level with him, “Smoking makes me brainless, and thats not much good for school is it?” You let the joint dangle loosely from your mouth as one of your hands stroke his hair.
He shakes his head, takes the joint from between your lips and rolls it onto the ash tray on his bedside table until it’s snuffed.
“No? What’s being brainless good for then, hm?” His hand reaches to caress the back of your neck, his thumb stroking your skin tenderly. Heat floods your face and you trap your bottom lip into your teeth.
“Letting you make the decisions,” you whisper a playful smirk on your face.
“Yeah…All of them?” he asks, leaning closer. You're now overwhelmed by his presence, the reality of going months without seeing Roman to now straddling his lap with his lips inches away from yours, was devastatingly beautiful. His gaze drops to your lips then he refocuses on your eyes, you nod in response to his question at eye contact. You run your tongue over your bottom lip and try to close the distance between yourself and Roman, but his grip tightens and he stops you just short of his lips.
“I didn't make that decision, did I baby?” He asks his face showing a look of taunting disappointment.
“No, Roman,” you shake your head and your mouth falls open with a soft, breathy sound. He loosens the hold on your nape and both his hands trail down your body, his fingertips barely graze your exposed skin–your arms, your waist, your legs. At your thighs, his hands drift back up your body–back to your waist. He slips his hands under the chrome tee you stole from him and grips onto your hips, hard.
“Roman” you whine, but he ignores you.
He massages his hands into your ass, that is free of any cloth, “Y sin chones, mi vida…que puta.” he murmurs, voice deep with desire.
“Roman,” you whine again this time grinding your hips into his crotch, desperate for more friction.
“What?” he drags out, voice all mock sympathy.
He smiles at how needy you sound, eyes dark. Then he closes the gap, his hand making its way back to your nape, mindlessly stoking and squeezing. The kiss is slow and deep, tongues sliding languidly back and forth. A gasp escapes your lips as Roman flips you onto your back, his body pressing you into the mattress as your legs wrap around him pulling him closer into you. He kisses down your body, his neck kisses are lasting and he waits for your body to react before he moves on.
Roman pushes your shirt just above your belly button, his palms are cold against your waist as he adjusts himself lower onto your body. Two consecutive kisses to the inside of your thigh has you attempting to squeeze your legs together for contact on your pussy but Roman manages to move his hands from your torso to your knees in time to keep your legs open, spreading them wider than before.
He dips his head between you legs and presses a slow opened mouth kiss just above your clit before licking a long stripe between your folds. Your back arches as he reaches your clit and flattens his tongue and laps at your clit.
Your hands knot into his hair and he moans into you, the vibration sending pleasure straight through you. He brushes two fingers against your entrance, teasing you until you fuck yourself down on his fingers, he laughs into you core his teasing, “so needy” is muffled by your body. But you can’t find it in you to respond, all you can do is moan and grind yourself into his face while pulling him closer by his hair.
When your thighs begin to shake and your pussy clenches tighter against his fingers, he pulls his mouth off your clit and his thumb takes its place, instantly rubbing in fast tight circles. He crawls back up your body until his face hovers right above yours.
Your eyes are glassy, pupils blown wide, and lips parted as you whimper his name over and over. The look on your face makes his cock twitch hard in his pants.
“Fuck, my love” he murmurs, his forehead touching your own. “So pretty when you’re all fucked-out and brainless for me” He leans in and kisses you messily, you whine into his mouth, hips jerking as you chase the release you’ve been desperate for since the last time you saw Roman.
“Roman…please, I need it,” your beging prompts him to smileagainst your lips, eyes locked on yours.
“Let go my love,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss on your cheek. “Cum for me” then on your forehead, tender and sweet.
All the muscles in your body tense for one second followed by a moan so melodic to Roman's ears as the orgasm courses through you. You came hard on his fingers, but Roman continues rubbing you through it, slow and gentle until the shaking stops.
Roman softly pulls his fingers out of you, bringing them to his tongue where he drags them across, tasting you with a satisfied hum. Then, “I love you Y/n,” he meets your eyes and presses an intimate kiss to your lips. “I missed you so much, mi vida,” he pulls your shirt to its previous position and hugs your sleepy body into his chest.
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