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It's you all he can think about when he's on stage. Often fantasising the love making during the summer days as he sings watermelon sugar. Of course you knew from the beginning it was about you. Most songs were about you and it took you by surprise when he devoured your body while showing the rough cut of the song in the home studio.
'So...' he asks.
'I mean.. my god that was so hot' you breath out, teasing him a little.
'No, I mean the song' he playfully rolls his eyes
'Definitely a summer song I could listen to all day' you smile, placing a sweet kiss the bottom corner of his lips.
His somewhat lazily meets yours.
Now it's all he can think about to keep him feeling alive. Adrenaline coursing through his body. He runs his hand through his hair to calm himself down. Knowing that by the end of the show he would have you wrapped around his finger, whimpering softly to his touch.
'Baby, you're the end of June' he chuckles slightly to a sweet memory.
It's June. Hot and sweaty. He walks into the office to talk with his manager when you walk in with freshly made lemonade. His eyes captivated by yours and you teasingly let him know your aware of his interest, strutting your hips side to side.
'I want your belly And that summer feelin' he continues.
All he can think about is you. Your hands pressed firmly by his as soft moans fall from your lips. But he always loved it sweet. No dirty talking or rough movements. Just slow and lazy with a little teasing.
The night had ended on a good note and he manages his way to the green room so he can clean himself off. A light knock can be heard and your head pokes through. A smile on your face. You snake your arms around his torso and for a moment you stay like that. But not for long. Clothes are thrown on the floor and the next thing you know you're a panting mess.
'The show was great' you breath out, running your hand through his hair to calm him down.
But equally to calm yourself down too. He places soft shapes on your bare back whispering how much he loves you. Your lips ghosting his as you lazily tease him. He doesn't make a fuss. Eyes worn out from the show.
'Come on bubs. Lets head back to the hotel' you whisper, helping him up.
That night you snuggle into his chest. Eyes closing as he softly sings songbird to you. His closing too.
