"Oh, Fred, please…"
Freddie looked deeply into Roger's beautiful blue eyes and smiled a teasing smile. He's almost forgotten how much he loved teasing Roger, but the lust and passion in his eyes reminded him that it's been a long time. It's been a long time since he's slept with anyone – perhaps two weeks, almost three wasn't too much for many people but it was too long for him. He pressed his lips against Roger's red, attracting and slightly girly lips, kissing his lips passionately. Roger automatically bit his bottom lip, nibbling it lustfully. Freddie knew exactly what crossed Roger's mind. He needed to feel the younger man inside of him; he needed to feel their physical attraction again. His sexual appetite was something that Roger has always loved – Freddie, as much as he loved cuddling and kissing, simply adored sex… especially with him. He was very excited about it – but when Freddie started playing with his bottom lip playfully, biting it and even sucking it softly, all of his thoughts disappeared. The only thing he could think of was how much he loved the feeling of Freddie's lips against his, and how badly he needed more.
Freddie walked backward, his lips still pressed against Roger's lips lustfully and fell on his bed, pulling the younger man with him. There was no doubt that Roger was going to top again, but Freddie didn't mind. He loved feeling Roger's cock inside of him; just the thought and the images of Roger, naked and sweaty, fucking him like only he could sent waves of pleasure down his spine and all the way to his crotch. Roger felt Freddie's cock hardening against his leg and took it as his sign to move and do other things but kissing the beautiful – and very lustful man underneath him. Freddie titled his head back, giving the younger man better access to his neck and Roger wasted no time and started kissing the bare skin. Freddie moaned softly, running his fingers through Roger's blond hair. Roger smiled to himself a small, but satisfied smile and kept kissing Freddie's lovely neck as his hand touched the older man's chest softly. He wasn't sure whether Freddie was ready or not, and didn't want to push him.
"Go ahead, take it off," Freddie whispered, giving the younger man the approval he needed. Roger took Freddie's shirt off, followed by his own shirt, and took a moment to simply look at him. He wasn't really into chest-hair, but Freddie's hairy chest, just like the rest of his body, was simply too attractive to resist. He started playing with one of Freddie's nipples gently, licking the other one teasingly. Freddie looked down at the younger man with begging eyes. "Roger…" he moaned softly and bit his bottom lip, trying to stop himself from moaning again. He knew Roger loved that sound – he could feel the younger man's cock hardening, too. Roger just looked at him and winked before he wrapped his warm mouth around Freddie's erect nipple, licking it. His hand played with the other one, making sure it gets as much attention as possible and Freddie's hand wandered to Roger's zipper, but Roger shook his head and hit his hand tenderly.
"Don't be so eager," he whispered in his ear and pressed his lips against Freddie's one more time, but this time for a short, gentle kiss. "Be patient, lovely." He added, and Freddie nodded. He knew that Roger knew what he was doing – long before they were a couple, Roger knew exactly how to please him and it wasn't going to change now. Roger's lips moved down his neck, biting softly every now and then – just to remind the older man who he belonged to and all the way to his stomach. Freddie just smiled, knowing exactly what Roger was up to. He told him to be patient, but Roger was never patient when it came to sex. Roger looked up, his blue eyes meeting Freddie's big, brown ones as he unzipped Freddie's tight jeans. Freddie looked at him in anticipation and nodded before Roger could ask anything. He was positive he was ready, and of course, he didn't want to stop now. It felt too good to stop, and he knew that Roger would if he wasn't one hundred percent sure that he was ready.
Roger took the rest of Freddie's clothes off and took another moment to simply look at him. He adored Freddie's body – every little thing about it was paradisiacal. He couldn't resist it either; he loved it far too much for that. Freddie looked down, blushing. "Why are you looking at me like this?" he whispered quietly. Roger pressed his lips against Freddie's lovingly.
"Because you're beautiful," he whispered, and Freddie mumbled something that sounded like 'I love you'. "Do I need to prepare you?" Roger asked quietly, and Freddie shook his head. He wasn't positive whether it was a good idea or not, but he wanted to be as brave as he could, for himself… and for Roger. "Are you sure?" Roger asked, and Freddie nodded with a small smile.
"Positive, my beauty," he whispered, and Roger shrugged and took off his clothes, throwing them as far as he could. Freddie spread his legs and Roger licked his lips before pushing the head of his red cock into Freddie's arse, waiting impatiently. He wanted to move so badly, but the last thing he wanted was to hurt Freddie.
Freddie closed his eyes, hoping Roger couldn’t see that it did hurt him a little before he nodded, but to his surprise, Roger whispered a soft "no" in his ear. He ran his fingers through Freddie's long, shiny hair, waiting for Freddie's honest approval. He certainly didn't want to hurt him; Freddie, as a lover or not, meant the world to him, and he refused to hurt him. After a moment of soft glances and a short kiss, Freddie nodded, and Roger could see in his eyes that he was eager to continue. He pushed the rest of his cock inside and Freddie's tight arse and moaned. He loved that feeling. He loved being inside of Freddie's tight arse, pleasing the older man.
"Move, please," Freddie whispered weakly, and Roger looked at him, slightly worried. As much as he wanted to move, Freddie certainly sounded- "Roger, darling, stop thinking and start moving," he begged, and Roger nodded. He started moving slowly, making Freddie moan and groan and sigh at the same time, producing sounds he hasn't heard in a long time. Freddie pulled Roger's hair impatiently. Roger just grinned. "Don't ask me if I'm sure," Freddie moaned in Roger's ear and pressed his lips against Roger's lustfully. Freddie groaned as Roger moved faster, just like he wanted him to. It felt divine.
"Fred- Oh fuck!" Roger moaned loudly, and Freddie closed his eyes in pure pleasure.
"Come on, Roggie! We've just begun!" he said, but Roger shook his head and moaned again.
"It feels… so good…" he managed to say between moans, and Freddie nodded. He could definitely understand Roger; it felt more than just good. It was godlike. Roger tilted his head back and screamed Freddie's name loudly as he unleashed his load in Freddie's arse, sending the older man to the edge. Freddie came all over Roger's bare chest, and Roger smiled, trying to catch his breath.
"You look glorious when you cum, my dear," he whispered, running his fingers through Roger's sweaty hair. Roger lay down next to him and smiled softly. "You were very good," he added, and Roger closed his eyes, resting his head on Freddie's sweaty chest. "Very good indeed. Very-"
"Freddie," he interrupted, "shut up and let me sleep."
Freddie laughed softly. "Sweet dreams, dearest," he whispered and watched as the younger man drifted away into dreamland.
