Roger Taylor Smut

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"I-I've never...I've never had sex before." Roger admitted quietly.

"That's so okay, we can stop if you'd like." You offered.

Roger immediately shook his head, "No, please! I'm ready. I want you to be my first."

The corners of your mouth raised at the fact he trusted you to be his first.

"Alright," You said. "Come here then." You motioned toward yourself with your hand. Roger shuffled closer to you and you gently grabbed his chin, connecting your lips.

You of course kissed Roger many times, and you knew he was damn good at it, so it wasn't long before you had your tongues in each other's mouths.

His lips were so soft and wet, that you could kiss them forever, but you pulled away. He blinked his eyes a few times before breaking into a shy smile, and you couldn't not return the gesture.

"Give me your hand." You instructed. He did as he was told and placed his warm hand into yours. You brought his hand to your chest, letting him feel you up. He dragged his hands down the front of your shirt before sliding them up underneath. He stopped at your breasts and looked at you, unsure.

You nodded your head before going in to kiss along his jaw. Roger stopped and completely focused on the soft kisses you were giving him. A sharp gasp left his lips when you kissed right at the base of his neck.

The hand that you had resting on his knee slowly started moving higher up his thigh.

He kept looking with wide eyes between your face and your hand which was now palming over the prominent bulge in his pants.

Roger let out a whine when you dragged your finger up and traced along the sensitive skin just about his jeans. He bit his lip and leaned back on his hands, watching as you undid his belt and shimmied your hand into his jeans and over his boxers.

Roger squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip harder. You took your hand away from him and started to take your shirt and pants off. Roger followed your actions and shoved his jeans off, letting them fall to the floor, before settling with his back against the headboard of the bed.

You resumed what you had been doing before, gently palming him over his boxers.

"Feels good?" You asked, to which he eagerly nodded his head. "Good." You gave him a peck on the lips. "Hips up." You instructed and he lifted his hips off the mattress and watched as you pulled his boxers down his legs, revealing his cock, rock hard and swollen from anticipation.

"So, has anyone ever touched you like this before?" You asked, taking his cock into your hand. Roger hissed, shaking his head, "No, just myself." He whimpered as you started to jerk him off, occasionally running your thumb over his throbbing tip that made his breath catch in his throat.

"So you wank off at home, do you?" You asked. He nodded as your thumb ran over his tip again and let out a whimper.

"You want to show me how you touch yourself?" You asked.

Roger shook his head. "No! Want- I want you to-" He cut himself off with a gasp as you grabbed his balls.

"Want me to what?" You asked.

"Keep touching me, please!" He whined.

You decided to give him what he wanted and brought your hand back to his cock. "Thank you," He sighed.

"It's my pleasure." You told him. You reached up to his forehead and pushed his hair back away from his face.

"What about..." Roger murmured a few moments later, "What about you?" He wondered while you continued to stroke him, loving the feeling of his wet, hard cock in your hands.