Queen Oneshots (Slash)

Xmas Oneshot (Froger)

a/n - its little longer than the last but i got carried away. anyways enjoy

From where I lazily sat in front of the telly I could easily watch my boyfriend as he fixed himself up for god knows whatever reason. While I grew impatient that he was taking so long to come over to where I was, I couldn't refrain from taking the sight all in. He had those snug jeans cupping his arse and wore a black satin dress shirt that framed his slim waist. Thin copper bracelets adorned his forearms and there was a quiet jangle present with each flick of the wrist or raising of the arm he made. And to top it all off a bright red and comical Santa hat rested on his head. His black shoulder length hair spilled out from under it.

"Let me see," I pleaded able to taste the brandy in my breath and motioned for him to come join me on the armchair.

He twirled around from the tinsel bordered mirror near the door and sauntered across the Ottoman rug until he stood right in front of me and cheekily posed. I stared up at him with admiration written all over my face. He looked strangely alluring like this, it wasn't just the child-like hat but it was what his sultry movements and how he wore the tight fitting clothes.

"What does my pretty little blonde think?"

I gently tugged on his sleeve, beckoning him to sit down. He snickered but nonetheless complied and sat across my thighs - careful not to place himself too high up for my sake  more than his.

"Dear, shouldn't you be sitting on my lap and all?"

He pointed to his head with the soft white fur placed snugly against his forehead. It contrasted beautifully with his olive skin and warm dark eyes. He almost looked innocent in a way and it made me feel perverted imaging the things I wanted to do to him despite knowing that this was a grown man who most certainly knew what he was doing. He winked and wrapped his arms behind my neck before again speaking in that melodic voice that I fell in love with the instant I first ever heard him.

"Haven't you anything to say to me, Roger?"

"You're so fucking hot," I choked with my throat feeling dry.

"Is that so?"

I hastily nodded and laid a hand on his lower back and rubbed small circles.

He shifted so he was now straddling me, and I squeezed his firm arse. He bucked against my ever so growing hardness. This earned a sharp hiss from me and a small hum from the singer.  He leaned forward and I could feel the fuzz of his hat against the shell of my ear and inhaled in the intoxicating scent of his aftershave.

"I want you show me what a naughty boy you've been, darling," he crooned against my temple before slowly grazing my jaw with his teeth and placing a wet kiss to my upper neck.

I delivered a sharp thrust up to where his large erection strained against his trousers, "I think you're enjoying this too much, Fred."

He simply chuckled, and ground further into me, the fabric chafing unforgivably against my groin. I moaned and he pressed his lips up to mine and muffled my noises. I gripped his waist and continued to slowly grind as he let me into his mouth. He tasted like cigarettes and something unidentifiable but I couldn't ever get enough. My other hand reached up to the back of his head and I pulled the Santa hat off so I could tangle my fist in his hair.

The television still buzzed on in the background as he eventually undid my fly and I messily helped him with his. I kicked off my trousers and held his hips in place. He jerked impatiently wanting to remove his clothing. I was going to let him but not right then instead I grew more aggressive. I bit down on his bottom lip until the metallic taste of blood touched my tongue and he pulled back. He blinked a few times before opening his mouth to talk.

"Get up," I spoke before the words left his mouth and he obeyed. Once he was on his feet, I tugged down his bottoms and let him finish taking them off as I pulled my shirt up over my head. We both sent our garments flying to the floor along with my pants and the hat. I clumsily pushed him backwards onto the loveseat and he gasped but I could read the lust in his eyes. I crawled on top of him and began to unbutton his top. He maneuvered so I could pull it off and the bracelets clashed together. He went to take them off but I grabbed his wrist and stopped him, I wanted to be able to hear them when I pounded into him. He didn't question me and simply waited, his chest rose up and down as I snuck my hand into his briefs. His eyes tightly shut and his jaw hung open as I stroked him and I made sure to take a mental image of the bliss on his face, his pleasure fueling my own. He was the most breathtaking thing I'd ever feasted upon yet he'd always be as long as he was mine. In that moment he was and that's all that mattered.

i struggled with the ending since i didnt want this to get any longer sorry but do yall like it?