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»
Summary: Y/N has an awful sex life because men seem to not appreciate her dominant attitude in bed; but what her flatmate Roger will think about this?
Pairing: Roger x fem!reader; we imagined Roger in the 70s while writing this, but it could also work with Ben!Roger if you want to
Word count: 4k+
Warnings: SMUT, 18+, sub!Roger, dom!reader; masturbation, oral sex (both male and female receiving), orgasm denied blink and you’ll miss it, overstimulation, unprotected sex (always stay safe folks, pls), language, a tiny bit of fluff
A/N: another SMUT, nothing new; we really love your support and we can't wait to share with you all the other things we're writing! In the meanwhile, enjoy this one!
Love you folks ❤ xxx
“Don’t call back, please, we both know I’m not going to answer anyway” you put it bluntly, leaning your shoulder against the door frame as you were staring at the guy who was leaving your apartment.
He stood there frozen for a minute, lips slightly parted in disbelief and cheeks red because of the embarrassment.
“Have I been this bad?” he shyly asked, caressing the back of his neck as he took another step back. You were tempted to close the door, but seeing him so desperate blocked your actions before it was too late.
You sighed out loud and closed your eyes for a moment, trying to find the right words to say.
“No. I mean, we’re probably just not meant to be. Don’t you think so?” you were trying to put the things as delicate as possible, while inside of you a voice was screaming: you’ve probably been the worst shag of my entire, tiny existence.
“Maybe, if you’ll give me another chance I could prove you wrong” his attempt to sound sexy, while a deforming smirk was drawing itself on his lips, made every cell of your body cringe.
“Good night, Greg” you simply replied, slamming the door to his face and abandoning your back against it once it was closed.
Sighing desperately, you dragged your feet until you reached the wooden cabinet of your kitchen. You didn’t hesitate another minute and, taking the bottle of wine in your hands, you opened it and took a long sip.
“Have we reached the stage where a glass isn’t enough anymore?” Roger’s voice, your flatmate, called your attention and you lazily turned around to find him all giggly and sleepy, as he was standing near the wall with only his black boxers on.
“I think a bottle is not enough!” you mumbled as you let another long sip run down your throat. Roger shook his head and let out a hushed laugh.
“Was it that bad?” he asked, taking a step closer and removing the bottle from your hands to put it on the kitchen’s table. You pouted like a kid and then nodded back at him, who chuckled again.
“Wanna talk about it?” he offered, indicating with a movement of his head the couch that was waiting just for you two in the small living-room of your apartment. You nodded again and in a moment you found yourself with your legs stretched on Roger’s lap, as he was gently squeezing your knees.
“So, tell me everything about that George”
“His name is Greg” you corrected him with a smirk, knowing he was just teasing you, perfectly remembering the name of your terrible date.
Roger, in response, simply scrolled his shoulders and then he looked back at you again, with his big, blue eyes full of curiosity. You smiled and took a long breath before starting to talk.
"It was that bad I don't even know where to start! – you laughed, letting your head fall backward – okay. First of all, this guy probably never heard about what a clitoris is" Roger burst out laughing at your words and you couldn’t help, but follow him, as sonorous laughter left your mouth.
“That’s what I call a bloody, good start” he commented, patting on your thigh softly, before resting his palm on your knee again.
“And the list is way longer than that! You should have seen him when he went down on me! He looked like a fucking lizard!” you said laughing again, as you put your hand on Roger’s shoulder to push him friendly.
“God! Now I can picture that shit in front of my eyes!” he shouted, covering his face with his hands and making you laugh even more.
“Tell me! I had to live that shit!”
“But why all the guys you shag are that bad? I mean, I don’t understand!” he sounded surprised and concerned at the same time and his fingers pressed a little too much than you expected on the skin of your knees. You found yourself blushing at that touch, not even knowing why.
“Me neither! I’m probably a magnet for bad shags … or, maybe, I just scare men” you lowered the tone of your voice as you pronounced the last part of your sentence, starting to fidget with your fingers.
Roger raised an eyebrow and inclined his head just a bit.
“You? Scaring men?” his voice was pitchy and you could feel the redness on your cheeks growing wider. Why did you even start that conversation?
“Listen, Rog, it’s almost three o’clock in the morning. Don’t you think it’s better if we go to bed?” you almost begged him, but by the look in his eyes, you could tell he wouldn’t have let you get up even if outside the world was ending.
“Why do you think you scare men?” he asked again, this time slower and stressing every word that left his mouth. His eyes staring into yours, your lips slightly parted and the heartbeat pumping loud in your ears.
“Fine – you eventually let out, your sigh followed by Roger’s smirk as he stretched his arms on your legs to trap you on the sofa – I can’t believe I’m saying this out loud! And that I’m saying this to you!”
“Life is strange, honey. You put yourself in this situation” the grin on his face getting more evident by the minute. You rolled your eyes while in your head you were trying to find the right words to say.
“It’s just … I mean, I love to be dominant in bed, okay? I like to take control of the situation. I don’t like to be considered the passive one just because I’m the woman!” you finally said and as the words fell out of your mouth you could feel a knot tightening your stomach, not knowing how Roger would have reacted in front of that confession of yours.
After seconds that seemed hours, you recollected the courage you still had in yourself and looked back at Roger; you found him speechless, with his mouth open in a cocky expression, his cheeks turned pink and you could swear you saw his pupils expand in the blue of his eyes.
“Wow. I would have never expected that from you” he commented, biting his lower lip and raising his eyebrow. His fingers slowly pushed down your knees from his lap and you were left quite confused by that move.
As you crossed your legs, he stretched his arm and took a pillow from the corner of the couch, positioning it exactly where a second before your thighs were resting.
“Does it make you uncomfortable?” you shyly asked, indicating with your gaze the pillow, his lap and then your legs, trying to investigate on that sudden change of positions.
“Absolutely not! I was just starting to freeze, you know, I’m half naked and … but, no, actually I find it pretty sexy when a woman knows what she wants” Roger stuttered on his words and you knew you had caught him off guard because you had never seen him so embarrassed.
“I didn’t want to embarrass you, Rog” you mumbled under your breath, lowering your head. Soon two of his fingers found your chin and you found yourself staring into his beautiful, big eyes.
“It’s fine, Y/N. I was the one that asked anyway. And you didn’t embarrass me, on the contrary … if I have to be completely honest, I feel kind of turned on at the moment” he giggled and you followed him, feeling relieved and thankful to have such a dork as your flatmate.
When the stare became more intense and you could sense a certain heat expanding between your legs, you got up, Roger’ eyes never leaving your body as you stood in front of him.
“I’m tired and tomorrow I have to go to work, so I guess I’m really going to bed now” you announced, stumbling on your way to the hallway. Roger chuckled and shook his head, but you saw his fingers hardening the grip on the pillow.
“Good night, Y/N” you heard him say, as you approached your room, shaking your head gently and covering your cheeks with your palms, still incredulous that, that entire conversation with Roger really happened.
***
The day went by faster than what you expected and, if in the morning you got up early and nearly sneaked out of the house to avoid Roger, you knew you had to face him someway and somehow.
You stopped when you reached the front door of your apartment and took a deep breath as you entered. You were welcomed by a strange and unfamiliar silence. Roger was nowhere to be seen: no Roger chilling half naked on the couch in front of the TV watching “Coronation Street”, no Roger in the kitchen almost burning the entire flat just trying to cook some pasta and not even some sounds of cymbals that usually indicated that he was rehearsing a new song.
Everything was too quiet.
"Rog? It's me, I came home earlier" you announced your presence, but since you didn't hear any response, you started to think that he was probably out. A part of you felt very relieved, knowing that you had the chance to postpone the awkwardness of speaking to him again after the conversation you had had the previous night.
But your mind stopped thinking when passing in front of the door of his bedroom as you were walking down the hallway to reach your own room, the unmistakable sound of moans reached your ears.
You blushed and covered your mouth, feeling already like the third wheel. You also felt a little bit jealous, as you found yourself picturing a satisfied, beautiful woman, squirming under him.
You were already rushing away when Roger’s voice took the form of your name, echoing in the silent apartment. You gasped, sure you had heard wrong, but not even a minute after Roger moaned your name again.
The unconscious and irrational part of your brain worked faster and soon your hand opened the door; what you saw left you speechless and extremely turned on. Roger was half-sat on his bed completely naked, as his fingers were harshly wrapped around his hard length, pumping up and down. You wanted to disappear, to run away to give him the privacy he needed, but you were like frozen, admiring his soft features twisted in pleasure, as your name rolled out repeatedly from his lips.
You would have never imagined, never in a million years, that Roger was attracted to you and as you were thinking that, he opened his eyes and you both let out a “shit” when your gaze met his.
“Y/N! I’m … I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were home!” he shouted, catching the pillow on his side and putting it on his lap. Flashes from the night before came to your mind: was he trying to hide an erection? That’s why he moved your legs away from his lap? You shook your head; you had to apologize.
“No, I’m sorry Rog. I should have knocked on the door … but – you stopped for a minute; were you really taking in consideration of flirting with him at that moment? – I have to admit, that I'm glad I didn't" you found yourself saying before you could even stop yourself.
Roger’s eyes widened and you slowly walked towards the bed, sitting on the edge.
“Did I really turn you on so much?” you mischievously asked, biting your lower lip. He gulped and you saw his Adam’s apple going up and down under the soft skin of his neck.
“Maybe. I mean, the whole idea of you being dominant with me never left my mind since you told me about that” Roger admitted out loud as his cheeks flushed red. You smirked and got up, his eyes locked with yours, studying every movement of your body.
You slowly pulled away your jacket, letting it fall from your shoulders. Your fingers reached the bottom and the zipper of your jeans and, rolling and swinging your hips, you let them slide down your legs; you quickly removed the t-shirt, tossing it on the floor.
Roger almost moaned when you straddle him, wearing nothing but your bra and your underwear. You couldn’t believe what you were really doing, but you hadn’t had a good shag in a while and you finally had the chance to have Roger all for yourself, after months of fantasizing about him when you heard some other girl moaning his name.
“Y/N” his voice trembled as your hands reached for the pillow between your two bodies and threw it somewhere in the room.
“Do you really want this, honey? Do you think you can handle this?” you said, teasing him as you lowered yourself a little bit so that your clothed core was touching his aching cock. Roger whimpered and you thought it was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard.
“Please Y/N, I need this” he practically begged you and you proudly smirked, sinking your hips against his causing him to moan again. You gently brushed your fingers on his lips, before kissing him with passion. His hands pressed on your waists as you cupped his face and deepened the kiss, letting his tongue enter your mouth.
You rolled your hips and he groaned on your lips, causing a shiver of pleasure to run down your spine. You kissed his jaw and nibbled on the skin of his neck to leave a red mark just right under his ear.
“Are you gonna be a good boy, Rog?” you teasingly asked, unclipping your bra and exposing your breasts to him, who cursed at the sight right in front of him. He nodded and leaned forward to kiss you, but you caught a strand of his hair in your fist and pulled his head back, making him moan.
“I didn’t hear you, honey. I need to hear your voice” you smirked and he smiled back at you, overwhelmed by the entire situation.
“You’re such a fucking minx. I’m going to be the bloody good boy you need me to be, just don’t tease” Roger’s voice, from cocky and self-confident, turned into a confusing humming, when your fingers wrapped around his hard member.
“Attitude Taylor. And, I’m sorry for you, but teasing is my specialty” you slowly left his lap to position yourself between his legs. You looked up at him and gently pumped your hand up and down his cock, already throbbing and leaking with pre-cum.
You tried an experimental lick, starting from the bottom and letting your tongue ran up until you reached the tip, making him hiss and lift his hips, but you blocked him on the mattress.
“Be patience, baby, I just began” you cockily said, licking him again, so slow that Roger was literally shivering under you, unable to contain the high pitched whimpers that were leaving his mouth.
You swirled your tongue on his tip again and pornographic sounds came out from his lips making you even wetter than what you already were. Without further hesitation you hollowed your cheeks and took him in your mouth, making him moan in relief.
His fingers intertwined in your hair, while you were bobbing your head up and down. When the tip of his cock touched your throat Roger twitched inside your mouth and the vibration coming from your moans made him cry out your name as if it was the only word he knew.
You knew he was already close to the orgasm because he was desperately trying to fuck your mouth, as his breath was becoming more and more irregular. When his cock trembled again against your tongue, you suddenly pulled away, making him howl in frustration.
“Please Y/N, I need to cum” Roger supplicated you, but you naughtily shook your head, as you were moving on the mattress to tower him.
“Not now Rog, I need you to be a good boy for me. Will you be a good boy?” you whispered just a few inches away from his lips, caressing them with your index and middle finger. He frenetically nodded and slightly opened his mouth, just enough to let you introduce your fingers. He gently sucked on them, as you were smirking down at him.
You pulled away your fingers and let them sneak inside your panties, already feeling relieved when you touched your folds. Roger was speechless, as he spied every movement of your hand, buried in your underwear while he was firmly squeezing your butt.
“Do you want to taste me, Rog?” you asked, putting again your fingers inside his mouth. He moaned as his tongue licked them hungrily.
“Please. I’m going to make you feel so good” his voice came out as a hushed whisper and you immediately rolled your back on the mattress, as you felt the excitement growing even wider when he positioned himself on top of you. You were pulling off the last layer of clothing you were still wearing, but Roger stopped you, wrapping his fingers around your wrists.
“Can I take them off, please?” it was incredible seeing him so shy and desperate, that when you tried to answer with a simple yes, the word was replaced by a moan that naturally grew from your throat and reached your lips.
He grinned and placed a chaste kiss on your lips, before taking his time to lick and bite on the skin of your neck. He gently sucked on your nipples and you had to chew on the inside of your cheeks to contain the moans. You firmly gripped at his hair and positioned his head between your legs.
"So impatient" Roger commented in a low tone, pulling your underwear down until they reached your ankles. His hot breath was so close to where you needed him the most.
“You’re so fucking beautiful” he groaned and his tongue gently licked your clit, making your back arch. Roger grinned and in a moment his mouth locked with your core, as a series of loud whimpers left your mouth.
Roger didn’t stop your hips when you started to rock them to have more friction and he kept sucking and licking the soul out of you; it all felt so good that soon your hand pressed behind his head, obliging him to keep his mouth so close to your pussy, that his nose was brushing against your swollen clit.
His big, blue eyes were looking up at you under his long eyelashes and his hand stretched on your body to reach your breasts, squeezing and massaging them repeatedly.
“You’re such a good boy, Rog. It fe – fuck, it feels so good!” you babbled, closing the sheets in your fists and strongly gripping at them until your knuckles turned white. Roger’s moans were sending multiple vibrations that warmed up all your lower area and you were sure you were close to your climax.
When he unexpectedly nibbled at your clit, you screamed his name out loud as the orgasm made your entire body shake in pleasure. Roger kept licking you up and down, helping you to get off your high, before sitting on his heels and wiping away your wetness from his chin with the back of his hand.
“Was it good ma’am?” he flirted, towering you with his body. You cupped his face and pulled him closer, kissing him and tasting yourself on his lips. His cock was still red and hard and you knew it was time for Roger to let himself go as well. You placed your palms on his chest, forcing him to lay down on the bed.
You straddled him and his hands fell on your hips.
“You were a good boy, Rog. Such a good boy for me” you told him between the kisses, as your hand reached for his hard member to line it up with your entrance.
“Please Y/N” he whined again and hearing him so desperate again, made you forget about the orgasm you just experienced, heating up your body for the second time.
“Please what? Tell me Roger” you knew you were being merciless, as you were letting his tip run up and down your folds, teasing him too much. His fingers pressed hard on your hips, probably leaving some bruises, but you didn't care at all.
“Please, I need to be inside of you as soon as possible” he cried out. You lowered your body to kiss him on the lips, before finally sinking down on him.
“Fuck!” he hissed, as you were adjusting yourself on his lap. You waited some seconds more, until he was practically breathless under you, before starting to move your hips.
You steadied yourself putting your hands on his chest, as hot moans escaped both your mouths, while you were moving extremely slow. You dictated the rhythm, establishing the perfect pace for both of you to basically drown in pleasure.
“I’m close, Y/N” Roger mumbled, trying to do his best to last as long as possible, but he knew he would have not resisted much longer. He had waited so patiently for his orgasm and you didn’t want to deny it to him.
“Be a good boy, Rog. Cum for me” you said, rolling your hips faster to let his cock reach and hit a new angle inside of you that made both of you groan each other’s names.
His head sank in the pillow, his eyes closed and his mouth fully opened when he raised his hips to meet your core, finally letting himself go. His orgasm hit him hard and he released his hot cum inside of you.
You were close to come for the second time, so you kept rocking your hips even when Roger was oversensitive and already softened inside of you.
"Y/N, that's too much!" he cried, but in response you just quickened your pace, bouncing harder up and down his length. You knew he was probably aching so much at that point, but your mind was clouded as you could feel your orgasm growing wider in your lower area.
"Y/N" his voice was a choked groan, but you could feel his cock getting harder again inside of you, causing a new wave of adrenaline to rock your body.
“I’m so close, baby. So close” you whimpered, squeezing his shoulders. Roger’s hand found your hips and he started to trust faster inside of you. You clenched around his now again hard member and, in a moment, you both came, shivering and trembling.
Roger's orgasm was short but as strong as yours as he came inside of you all over again. You finally pulled him out and you both whimpered at the loss of contact when you collapsed on his sweaty chest. His fingers gently caressing your hair and the hot skin of your back.
With trembling arms, you sustained yourself to kiss him on the lips before rolling on your back to place yourself next to him on the mattress. You both stayed in silence, breathing in and out.
“All the bloody men you had shagged were fucking crazy! How could they think that this, wasn’t the hottest thing ever?!” Roger spoke out loud and you turned your head to meet his gaze. You blushed and got closer to rest your head on his shoulder.
“I can’t believe you’re being all shy now, after what you did!” he commented, making the both of you giggle in unison. You raised your head and admired his beautiful face, still red and sweaty.
“So … you liked it?” you mumbled, tracing his jaw with your finger. He kissed your digit and pulled you on top of him until you found yourself resting on his body with your arms crossed on his chest and your chin laid between them. Roger caressed your cheek and put a strand of your hair behind your ear.
“It was the best sex of my life!” he finally replied, as you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You moved yourself up to kiss him on the mouth, but when your lips collapsed, he quickly changed position, making you fall on the bed and towering you.
“Wasn’t it too rough?” you asked, leaning your palm on his cheek. He raised an eyebrow and, as a response, he just lowered himself to kiss you again.
“Just, don’t get used to it. I’m usually the one who takes control” Roger whispered, kissing your neck. You chuckled when his nose tickled your face.
“I’m sorry, but it’s hard for me to believe it after seeing you cry like a baby” you sassily replied, taking him by the chin to place another passionate kiss on his lips.
“Can’t wait to prove you wrong” the words came out hushed between the kisses and you let out a small laugh, while Roger’s hands reached the sheets to cover both of your bodies.
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Roger was still floating as Freddie’s long fingers rubbed the sweet smelling lotion into the skin around his wrists. He was pleasantly sore and he knew he would be more so tomorrow. But it had been worth it. He hummed in contentment and let his head lull against Freddie’s shoulder as the older man chuckled softly.
“Still with me, darling?” Freddie whispered his question, his voice warm and soft like the nice fluffy towels waiting for them.
“Yeah,” Roger croaked back, his voice wrecked from the evening activities, but he would be fine tomorrow or the day after. No need for worry.
Freddie pressed a kiss to the side of Roger’s head. “You did so good for me,” he said into the soft strands, “So perfect, you looked so beautiful all tied up just for me.”
His eyes fluttered closed as Roger felt his cheeks flush under the praise. It was his favorite part. Yeah the sex was awesome, and the orgasms were great, but the aftercare, where he could just let Freddie take care of him and praise him? That was the best part of the evening.
“C’mon, my love,” Freddie was moving behind him sloshing water over the side of the tub and Roger grumbled in protest, “Let's get you dry and into bed, how's that sound?”
Roger grumbled again but let’s Freddie haul him out of the water and gently dry him off before leading him into the bedroom - where at someone point Freddie had changed the sheets- and spooning up behind him wrapped in the sweet smelling towel and the warm sheets and the strong arms of his lover. Freddie played with his damp hair and whispered words of praise to him in between making him drink sips of water until Roger finally fell into a dreamless sleep.
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By the time John pulled his mouth away from Freddie’s ass, Freddiewas a trembling, shivering mess.
He was so far gone that it took him a moment to realise why Johnhad stopped.
“Oh, uh, so sorry, John-”
That was Brian’s voice.
“Oh no, the fault is entirely mine,” John purred, one handstroking down Freddie’s back. “I forgot to put the tie out. I didn’timagine you and Roger would be home so soon.”
For all the apologetic words falling from John’s lips, there wassomething in his tone that suggested it wasn’t an accident at all. Freddieshivered, shame and arousal flushing through him.
Brian appeared to have picked up on John’s tone. “That’s anice set-up you have there. I’ve been looking for one, myself. Where did youget it?”
“Oh, a little store in Kensington. Would you like a closer look?”
Freddie felt his cock twitch as he heard soft footfalls and thenfelt Brian’s long fingers on his hip.
“Quite lovely,” Brian said approvingly. “Holds him open sosweetly. Wouldn’t you like one of these, Roger, love?”
“Yes, sir.” Roger’s demure tone made Freddie’s cock twitch again.
“What do you think, darling?” John murmured low. “Should welet Bri and Rog have a closer look?”
“Y-yes, please, sir.”
There was only the rustling sounds of movement for a moment, andthen John was tugging him up just a little. Roger came into view, seatinghimself on the edge of the bed, and then Freddie was pushed back down, his facehovering centimetres from Roger’s already hard cock.
“Why don’t you suck on that like a good boy, love, while Bri getsyou nice and open?”
Freddie couldn’t help thelittle moan that slipped from his lips as he closed his mouth over the head ofRoger’s cock, feeling the drummer’s fingers gentle in his hair. He moaned again, choking slightly, as he felt one of Brian’s long clever fingers slide into him.
Freddie could feel himself sliding away into subspace, and if he was honest with himself, he wasn’t resisting. Dimly he was aware of Roger’s cock in his mouth, Brian adding more fingers, the delicious stretch and burn…
He was jolted back to awareness when he felt the tips of two cocks brushing over his hole. Surely John wouldn’t try something like that without asking him first?
But then he felt John pushing in, and the tension drained out of his whole body at the feeling of rightness, having John’s cock buried in him.
John pulled out, and Freddie was going to whine the loss, when Brian’s cock slid inside him instead, punching a whimper from his chest. As Brian pulled out, John slid back in, and Freddie could feel his eyes rolling back at the sensation. Behind him, he could hear the sloppy sound of kissing, and soft moans, and knew that John and Brian were making out while they took turns fucking him.
It was Roger who came first, overwhelmed by Freddie’s mouth on his cock and the sight of the two taller men dancing their tongues lazily together; Freddie managed to swallow most of it, some escaping to dribble down his chin. John’s next thrust was particularly hard, and Freddie came untouched, shivering into the bed as John continued to thrust slowly into him, drawing out aftershocks.
John came next, his hips bucking into Freddie as his fingers gripped tight enough to leave bruises; he pulled out and Brian took his place, Freddie almost crying from the overstimulation as Brian fucked him hard, chasing his orgasm. His cock weakly spurted again as Brian’s growl of satisfaction sounded in his ear.
There was a moment of silence, when nothing was said and nobody moved, and then carefully, gently, Brian was pulling Freddie upright, hands soft. John quickly knelt and removed the cuffs of the bar, helping Brian to lay Freddie out on the bed; he grabbed the lotion and started working it into the skin of his ankles.
“Are you all right, darling?” John whispered.
Freddie could only nod, unable to form words, but he made sure to smile brightly at John.
A v good mental image indeed. and I raise you all the Queen boys in collars.
But real SMUTTY thing brief thing:
The collar had been Roger’s secret, crammed into the corner of his closet in the box that he bought to store it in. It’s soft leather, and the buckle doesn’t scratch his skin. The color is nice too, the same soft blue as his eyes. Personally, he’d love to wear it, at least once during sex, but he gets that not everyone would want that. Hell, he doesn’t want to do it with everyone. But well.
He’s half in love with his current partner(s) and it wouldn’t be that much of a step. Roger knows that he wouldn’t be made fun of for it, and really it’d probably be a lot of fun.
Then again the last serious partner he brought it up to had reacted badly.
When he works up the courage to bring it out, not even in a sexual situation because he doesn’t want to spring kinks on his partner(s). All he can hope for is a positive reaction.
He’s not expecting his partner(s) to positively start drooling at the thought (an ego boost it is, however) and he can’t help the grin when he slips it around his neck.
Last anon here. For the record, all those emojis were pink on my phone, but for some reason on my laptop they are all different colors 😒😑 it ruined the asthetic. Anyway, can you gives us some of your headcanons for Sub!Roggie?
Ahahah don’t worry anon and ofc I can give you some of hc for our baby🥰 btw if you guys have any other hc don’t be shy and tell me more 👀 SOOO WHERE DO I START?
- So this is not only sub!Roger but Roger in general he has a praise kink! He needs to be told that he’s a good boy and he’s doing good! He loves when his partner praises him with sweet words and maybe some little kisses all over his boys.
- Humiliation kink is not his fave! You have to be soft or he will CRY
- Yeah he seems like an angel but he’s little brat! HE LOVES TEASING! Maybe sending nudes when he’s partner is not a home or moaning in his ear at some dinner when he’s bored and horny
- He loves pink 🥰🥰 He knows the colour suit him very well
- He loves chokers ! His favourite is pink with heart shape ring in the center
- ATTENTIONS! HE NEEDS ATTENTIONS! (This is also one of my hc for Rog in general)
