Roman being a soft is my weakness 🥺
Oh, Roman would absolutely pamper you once he found out that made you go to putty. It’d be constant.
Every time he stood behind you, he’d bend down and trail soft kisses along the nape and side of your neck, his hands at your hips. Whenever you were walking down sidewalks, he’d hold your hand, would keep you close to his larger form. Even in crowded places, he’d always manage to find your face, send you a wink and a small smirk. I’m still here, baby girl.
And when you two were really, truly alone? Forget it. He’d be all over you, splaying you out on the mattress and making a point to adore every inch of your body. “Fuck. Look at you. So damn pretty. And all mine.” He’d kiss across your skin like it’d disappear if he didn’t give it due attention, his hands smoothing across every curve and dip of your form. “My beautiful girl.”
And he would make love to you slowly, thoroughly, loving how you fell apart for his fingers, his mouth, his cock. Roman, he could last as long as he so chose. It was you, always you, that he put at the forefront of his mind. Making you cum over and over, holding you close as you trembled in his arms. “There you go, gorgeous. That’s it. Cum all over my cock. Fuck, you feel so good. Always so perfect.”
When he finally did cum, it’s be all-encompassing: his head buried in the crook of your neck, moaning low and hips stuttering as he filled you to the brim. He’ll take forever to pull out, too busy adoring the warmth of you, too busy kissing you slowly and deeply as you both basked in the afterglow. But he would, eventually, then scoop you up into his arms and hold you like the most precious thing. “I love you. I love you so, so fucking much.”
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