He doesn’t smoke in the bedroom anymore, hoping the lack of smoke in the room will help him fall asleep. The rage of not getting sleep is only contributing to his insomnia. Roger probably knows why it’s like that, but he hates it. He spends his nights either laying next to June, writing something downstairs, trying to fall asleep or simply staring out the window, waiting for the exhaustion to dawn on his system. Roger hasn’t been able to sleep these past few weeks, and this night is no different. Go to sleep.” He doesn’t want to lie, but he also doesn’t want to tell her the truth. The corner of Roger’s lips curls up into an adoring smile and he sighs quietly. “Why aren’t you sleeping?” She asks and closes her eyes, getting her head more comfortable on the pillow. But he can’t help his hand being heavy and June’s eyebrows furrow as she barely opens her eyes. He reaches out to June’s cheek and strokes it with his pointer finger softly, not wanting to disturb her slumber. She would ramble on about her hair, her nails, her thighs, etc, and Roger would be laying in bed and listening to her - partly if he was smoking a cigarette or if June was in a particular sexy morning outfit. June was the most perfect woman in the world and doubting herself was just silly to Roger. Roger loved hearing her complain about things she didn’t like about herself, they amused him. Her hair was still a little messed up and she would probably complain about it in the morning until she would forget her laziness and wash it. Quickly falling asleep, tired and freshly made-love-to. Roger sits on the edge of the bed next to her, keeping his eyes on her face. She hums in appreciation and moves over to sleep on her side. Only when he was in bed with June or playing his drums and getting carried away with palying was he calm and humble. Freddie was getting on his nerves, he had fired their manager and was always late to recordings - Roger was pissed all the time, came home cranky and easily irritable. The evenings are his favourite time of the day because he’s finally out of the most stressful place he could be. Just being with June, trying to take care of her while also having a lovely time when he gets back from the studio. This is the most fun Roger has during his days lately. He turns away and chuckles at his love. “Good job, June.” He salutes her and pushes the blouse over her head. June lifts her arms up tiredly, almost hitting Roger in the cheeks. Contrary to your popular belief, he takes one of her loose flower blouses from her wardrobe and hurries back to June. So he leaves her on the bed to fetch her a shirt. Roger doesn’t want to leave, but he needs to because June’s breasts are a big distraction to him. His eyes turn into hearts as he watches her laying there, beneath him, too tired to speak or move. Roger lays June down, and the sight of her reminds him of how this night started. “And you’re not going anywhere.” He says. Roger sees that she needs rest, whereas his body is far from tired in this moment. “You’re very tired, love.” He says with a soft understanding smile. Roger sees only a third of her green eyes. She shoots him a tired look, her eyelids barely keeping themselves up. He’s quick to pull her back into the bed by her forearms. June shoots him a guilty look and pushes herself off the bed, only to fall to the ground in the next second with a yelp. “Oi, darling!” Roger exclaims. “Really? After what I’ve done to you?” He asks with a cheeky grin. He pulls out and June takes that as a yes, with a sigh. “Are you done now, Rog?” June whispers after Roger shouts a few profanities and lets out a string of moans. Until the man himself orgasms, he keeps pushing in and out of her. She can do no more than collapse against Roger and try to calm her breathing. “Go on, darling,” Roger poorly replies and takes her wrist to kiss it, “let go.” He exhales and June finishes with a high pitched moan. “Oh, Roger, I’m… I’m close…” she announces to her love and can barely breathe. He almost screams when June tugged at his roots. Out of kink and pure lust, Roger takes her wrists and moves them up his own hair. June is gasping for air, her hands hitting against Roger’s chest. His words heavily contrasted the other sounds coming from him and his wife. “You’re doing so good…” “Come on, darling,” Roger whispers calmly, despite being buried deep into his wife and watching her from below. this is something from roger’s point of view more than june’s. as is my mind, so i can’t help my rapid ideas, really. A/n: so… this series is all over the place.
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