Love's A Game

Draft 8

I have only one thing to say about this:
Damn, that escalated quickly 🤭

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When John woke up, he was greeted with chirping bird and the sun lighting up the room - and something hard poking his lower back.

There was only one thing it could be since Roger was spooning him while being prone to having morning wood.
Nevertheless John turned around to see Roger's face illuminated with the early mornings sun. His big eyes were shut which only accentuated the drummers long eyelashes.
Roger's arms were loosely twining around John's body but still pressing him onto his chest.

John involuntary had to smile and softly kissed the corner of Roger's mouth.
The blonde pulled back and frowned before he opened his sleepy eyes. Slowly, he blinked and his suspicious look changed into an one-sided smile, when he saw that it was John who was kissing him.

"Morning." Roger said with a sleepy voice and kissed his boyfriend the same way John did it before.

John's smile was smug, and as soon as Roger wanted to pull away again, he gently yet forcefully grabbed his neck and deepened the kiss.
Roger didn't refuse and only now noticed his truly very hard boner when it eventually began to throb.

He let out a small moan as he pulled back his hips. His dick was painfully stiff and the sight of his boyfriend - face still blushed from just waking up and his hair messy yet perfect - didn't really help his boner go away.

"John..."

"I know." The bassist whispered.

John slightly opened his mouth, waiting for Roger's tongue to enter. The drummer happily took his offer and licked John's lower lips before sliding in.

Butterflies wildly flew around in John's stomach and his heart pounded harder. He felt his blood rushing to his genitals and slowly hardening them.
His toes curled up into the bedsheets and creased them slightly.

Roger was widely awake now and slowly brought the kiss to a stop. He moved his lips to John's ear - making sure their cheeks were laying on each other  - and whispered that he should turn around for him.
The hair on John's neck stood up as he did what he was told. He was a little shaky while doing so.

His dick was as hard as Roger's by now, his breath quick.
John was only sleeping in his underwear and a T-shirt. He clumsily pulled the first one down to his knees and then reach back to pull Roger's down as well.
The drummer helped him do that.