Roger Taylor Smut

eating out

"Roger, are you wearing lace panties?" 

Roger froze, halfway bent over where he went to pick up T.V. remote after he dropped it. 

It was silent for a minute, all you could hear was Roger's heavy breathing. 

He stood up straight suddenly, his back facing you where you sat on the couch, "...No."

"Are you sure about that?" You asked, hooking your finger in the back of his trousers, pulling them away from his hips. "I think you are,"

Roger turned around, your finger falling from the fabric of his pants, his face red like a tomato.

"I-" Roger opened and closed his mouth a few times, eventually deciding to keep it closed and not say anything. 

"It's okay," You assured him. "Do you want to show me?"

He hesitated a moment before nodding his head. Slowly, he undid the buttons of his jeans, pulled down the zipper, and shimmied them down his thighs and off his legs.

You gasped, "Look how pretty baby!" 

Roger blushed, his face turning even redder than before.

"Turn around for me, angel boy," You instructed.

Roger spun so he was back to facing away from you. The sight in front of you was almost dizzying. Not only was Roger wearing lace panties, but they were thongs. 

"Jesus, Roger, you look so beautiful in these," You reached forward, groping his ass, taking a cheek in each hand. "They make your ass look so nice, baby."

Roger whined as you slipped your finger behind the thin strip of fabric, running it over his puckered hole. 

"Please," Roger gasped, rocking back against your dry finger, trying to get more relief. 

You removed your finger, placing both hands on his hips and pulling him into your lap. Roger squirmed as you palmed him over the thin lace, "M-more!" He begged, thrusting his hips forward. 

"You'll get what I give you," You said, kissing his neck. 

Roger whined, throwing his head back against your shoulder.

"Look how hard you are, baby," You said, grabbing him by the hair and forcing him to look at his cock, straining against the lace. "Are the panties making you hard Roger? Do you like the way it feels?"

"Yes~" Roger breathed, pushing his hips out to get more friction.

"And you were trying to hide them from me, weren't you?"

Roger whined and turned his face into your neck. 

"It's okay, baby." You murmured, kissing him on the forehead. "C'mon, why don't you bend over the back of the couch for me and I'll let you come. How does that sound?"

"Yes! Yes! Please!" Roger stood up on unsteady legs and walked around to the back of the couch, bending over it.

...

Roger felt like he was floating. Floating somewhere far away, your tongue so close to where he wanted it- where he needed it, sucking and kissing marks into the backs of his thighs.

Suddenly, sensations he's never felt before, sparks of pleasure curling up his spine at the feeling of your hot, wet tongue licking over his tight hole.

Roger cried out in pleasure, toes curling into the carpet and fingers gripping onto the couch cushions. 

"Oh God- oh please!" It felt like begging for more was all he could do at this point. 

On the other hand, you couldn't get enough of him. From licking around his hole, down to his taint and back up to breach your tongue into him. It was addicting, and Roger seemed to love it, so that was a plus.

Roger was caught between the sensation of your tongue in his ass and thrusting his dripping cock against the back of the couch.

"So close, so close- unnhhh, please!" Roger begged, the beginning of tears starting to fall from his eyes.

You suddenly pulled away, spit dripping down his chin.

Roger whined, "Why'd you stop?"

Ignoring his question, you answered with one of your own, "You think you can come like this?"

"Yes, yes! Now please, hurry up!"

Moments after you got back to eating Roger out, he came, spilling over the back of the couch with a broken cry. 

Moving from between his cheeks after Roger let out an overstimulated whine, you pulled him by the hair so he was standing up straight and facing you. 

There were tear marks down his cheeks leading to his red-bitten lips. He looked so fucked out it was cute.

He weakly lurched forward, attaching his lips to yours. Seeming to not be able to get enough, he shoved his tongue between your lips, saliva running down your chins. 

"Holy shit, baby. You like that, huh? You like tasting yourself?" You teased. 

Roger whimpered and shyly nodded his head.

"Dirty boy,"

I've wanted to write something like this for a while, I just wasn't sure how so it's kind of crappy :/