Roger Taylor Smut

oral fixations

Requested by: slutforrog

"Just lay back and let us do all the work," Brian said, stroking Roger's bangs away from his face. 

"'Kay," Roger said, kissing the inside of Brian's hand.

Roger was lying on his back with his head in Brian's lap while you sat between his thighs, with a thick covering of lube on your fingers ready to stretch Roger open. 

"Ready, Roger?" You asked, swirling your sticky fingers around his puckered entrance. 

"Please, 'm ready?" He murmured. 

"Begging already?" Brian teased, running his fingers over Roger's lips and chin.

Roger moaned, half because of what Brian said and half because of the feeling of your fingers breaching his ring of muscles. 

You started with two fingers because you did this often enough that Roger was used to it and liked the little bit of a burn.

Roger sighed in a content manner as you scissored and spread your fingers inside him. 

Brian continued to run his fingers all over Roger's blissed-out face, marked neck, chest and golden blond tresses. 

As you added in a third finger, Roger brought the fingers of one of his hands to his mouth, sucking them between his lips.

Roger loved having something in his mouth at all times, an oral fixation per se, and a gag wouldn't always do the trick. He needed it fully in his mouth, need to feel it practically slipping into the back of his throat. He didn't care what was in his mouth during sex as long as there was something. 

Roger had such a strong oral fixation that you and Brian decided to test your theory if Roger was able to come just from sucking Brian off. Needless to say, Roger had never come harder. 

Roger moaned around his fingers as your own fingers brushed against Roger's prostate.

By the time you got to four fingers, Roger was greedily rocking back against them, wanting more than just fingers. 

"Ready, baby?" You asked. "Ready for me to fuck you nice and hard, just the way you like it?"

Roger pulled his fingers from his mouth; warm, spit-slicked and pruney before he answered your question, "Mhffmmm, so ready."

You adjusted the straps to the harness around your hips and waist before positioning the tip of the silicone dick at Roger's entrance.

"Come on, put it in me," Roger whispered lustfully as he circled his nipple with a wet finger, and that was all the permission you needed. 

Slowly, you pushed into him as his jaw dropped open and his back arched up.

"Stay still, baby boy." You said, pushing down on his stomach to get him to lay flat again.

Roger let out a huff that turned into a moan as you thrust back into him. 

As you continued to fuck into Roger, he looked up at Brian, mouth agape and bright, blue, glazed over, eyes staring into Brian's hazel ones. 

"Bri, please," Roger whispered, and Brian knew exactly what Roger wanted. 

He quickly but carefully slipped out from under Roger's head and moved so he was more beside him. Brian then took off his briefs and stroked his cock a few times before pressing the head to Roger's lips, smearing precum over them and his chin.