how about submissive!top!roger with dominant!bottom!freddie 👀👀👀
Freddie eases himself up, careful to avoid Roger's cock until he's settled where he wants to be, knees either side of Roger's waist.
He has to reach behind himself, guide Roger's cock in, and the grip of his fingers round the base as the head is pressed between the cheeks of Freddie's arse makes Roger groan and squirm, impatient.
«Hey» says Freddie taking Roger by the face with his hand, and it's not gentle; he holds Roger's jaw firmly, forces eye contact. «Said you were gonna be good for me. So stay still.»
Roger nods right away, as much as he can, blurting out apologies. It's hard to think when he can feel Freddie's skin against his like that.
Freddie nudges down just a little further and Roger feels everything against the very tip of his cock and so much heat and pressure that he feels dizzy.
Freddie sinks down slow, and Roger's enveloped inch by inch, heat pulling him right in, and he's gasping, trying to keep still, fighting the urge to just thrust his hips up.
Freddie has his head tipped back, and Roger focuses on the length of his throatand the cut of his jaw.
He always looks so good when he's taking Roger's cock, flushed right down to his chest, face tight with concentration.
Finally Roger is all the way inside, Freddie's arse nestled against his lap, and he trembles with the effort of keeping still, feeling the hot press all around his cock. Freddie rolls his hips, letting out a breathy moan.
«Fuck» he says, voice shaky. He drops his head, looking at Roger's face again. «Yeah, babe. So big, aren't you? Feel fucking huge inside me»
Roger can't speak, can only bite his lip and gaze up at him.
«You stretch me so wide, yeah? And I can feel you so deep» Freddie brushes a hand over his chest and Roger whimpers at that. «You want me to move?»
«Uh huh.» Roger's voice sounds strained, and Freddie smiles, almost triumphant.
«Yeah? You want me to fuck myself on your cock?»
«Please, F-Fred» Roger begs, voice cracking.
Freddie churns his hips again, a tight little circle, Roger's cock shifting inside him, and Roger whines again desperately.
«You could just fuck me» says Freddie almost conversationally. He's moving slow, just gently rocking back and forth now, tiny movements that drive the blonde mad.
«Could just grab hold of me, make me bounce on your dick like you want. But you're not gonna do that, are you?»
Roger shakes his head. Freddie shakes his head too, echoing the movement. «No, you're not. You're gonna wait, aren't you? 'Til I'm ready.»
Roger's response is wordless, more of a sort of weak sound of agreement, but he means it
He's going crazy fighting his body's urge to move, but in his mind he knows he doesn't want to, he wants this, wants to have to lie here helpless until Freddie decides he's teased him enough.
And thankfully Freddie doesn't drag it out much longer. Roger knows it's hard for him, too, making himself wait.
He pulls up, steadying himself with his hands splayed out on Roger's chest, and then pushes back down on him, and Roger gasps and grips the sheets even tighter.
Freddie quits messing about and starts riding Roger properly, fingernails digging into his chest as he works himself up and down.
He moans, and all Roger can do is watch him, staring at the place where their bodies meet, catching glimpses of his own cock disappearing inside of Freddie.
Roger moans openly as Freddie picks up the pace, and Freddie shakes his head at him, making a breathless sort of tutting sound.
«Walls are thin here, remember?» he says, and then suddenly one of his hands is clamped down over Roger's mouth shutting him up.
«Do you want to touch me?» Freddie asks, slowing down, going maddeningly slow again and smirking.
Roger nods frantically, makes pathetic sounds into Freddie's palm, trying to speak though it all comes out muffled and incomprehensible. Freddie takes pity on him and removes his hand.
«Please F-Fred, yeah» Roger gets out «please»
Freddie quirks an eyebrow, still gently bucking in Roger's lap, riding his cock all lazy as he twines his fingers in Roger's long hair, just playing with it. Playing with him.
«I wanna touch you» Roger plead «please let me»
«Hmm» says Freddie. He tugs gently at Roger's hair now, wrapping them around his fingers and pulling just a little so Roger's head is jerked to the side.
Then he yanks harder, hard enough that Roger cries out at the sharp pain in his scalp and his head is pulled right up off the pillow an inch or so.
Roger's head drops back down onto the pillow and Freddie says grinning «Okay, now you can touch me»
Roger releases the sheets from his grip and he can't decide which part of Freddie's body he most wants to touch, and his hands go to Freddie's arse first, fingers squeezing and kneading gently at the hot flesh and brushing between so he can feel where he's inside, where Freddie is stretched around him.
He clings to Freddie's soft waist then, his hips, and then he finally gets to his cock, so hard it's dripping.
Freddie can go so long without touching it when he's got Roger inside him, Roger wonders if he could even come like that, just from Roger's dick—but right now Roger just wants to feel it in his hand.
Freddie moans quietly as soon as Roger wraps a hand around it, starts riding him quicker, so Roger's hand is sliding over him messily, losing rhythm.
His thighs tremble a little and his eyes squeeze shut, and Roger feels him tighten around his cock, sudden and harsh and so good that Roger forgets himself for a second, goes still.
It doesn't take much—the change of angle is good, so good, when Freddie starts moving again, his arse bouncing and his heels digging into Roger's waist.
When he leans further forward, Roger can see himself sliding in and out, his cock splitting Freddie open and Freddie fucking himself on it fast, riding the thick length inside of him.
Freddie hitches his hips up, stretches out beautifully along Roger's body, his back arched, and Roger grabs at him again just to hold on, thumbs pressed into soft skin.
The friction is apparently enough, because suddenly he's coming, swearing and digging his fingernails into Roger's wrists and shooting hot stripes over Roger's torso.
Roger has to try really hard not to come then, when he feels the shuddering pulse around his cock.
«So good» Freddie murmurs, his voice all rough, sounding worn out «your cock always makes me come so hard. Look at that»
His hand goes to Roger's stomach, Freddie slides a finger through the mess he's left, trailing it up to Roger's mouth that is wet and open with anticipation, waiting for it.
He keeps on riding Roger, clenching around him, and the combination of the tight squeeze of Freddie's arse and the taste of his come makes Roger feel like something inside him is about to explode.
Freddie keeps murmuring to him about how gorgeous he looks, how good he is at getting Freddie off, how he can come now because he deserves it, he can fill Freddie up because he's been a good boy and Roger comes.
When it lets him back up for air his head feels foggy and he's trembling, and Freddie is petting at him. «Good boy»
