Keep Yourself Alive - Roger Taylor

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It was finally moving day, and we have decided to throw a small party with all of our friends so we can celebrate. It will also give Roger the perfect opportunity to announce his new album. Luckily for him and the lads, Roger would still be able to do everything with Queen without compromising their work.

We loaded the last box into his Alfa Romeo, and slammed the boot closed.  Roger rushed over to the door to our beloved little flat, locking it and pushing the spare keys through the letterbox. He hopped back over to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders and we leaned against the car, giving the flat one last look.

"I have had so many good shags in that flat" he said, shaking his head with a wave of nostalgia.

I clenched my jaw and raised my brow at him, and he quickly changed his wording.

"But none as good as you, my love" He joked, kissing my head before jumping into the car.

I followed shortly after and he rested his hand on my thigh when I buckled in. Rubbing circles into my bare leg, he started the engine and pulled away.

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"There" I smiled, placing the last photo frame on the wall.

He came up behind me and kissed the back of my neck.

"We need to Christian the house, love" His raspy, yet soothing voice mumbled into my ear.

"It would be rude not to I suppose" I smirked, turning around and pulling his face into mine to share a long and passionate kiss.

(Right this is my first time writing smut- sorry that it's shite in advance. lol)

His hands roamed down to my arse, lifting me up to allow me to wrap my legs around his waist. With ease, he walked us both up the stairs and turned to open the bedroom door with his back.

He pressed me against the bedroom wall, and this time I felt no fear or had no memories of when I was drugged, it was all passion and nothing was distracting me from that.

I hopped down, still pressed against the wall as his lips began to trail over my jawline and neck. I gasped when his hands reached up my top and slipped it over my head. I did the same with him, making sure I felt his toned body as my hands caressed over his skin. He smirked into the kiss as I threw his top to the ground.

He knelt down, kissing my leg sweetly. His soft kisses moved upwards towards the hem of my skirt, leaving tingling sensations behind with each touch. His hands met the elastic of my mini skirt and pulled it down, leaving me in my underwear.

Standing back up, he guided me over to the new bed, and pushed me down gently. He straddled over me, and I wrapped my hands around his head as he continued to pepper kisses down my bare torso. When he finally reached my underwear, he nipped them in between his teeth, making me giggle profusely, and pulled them down my legs. Coming back up, he kissed my thighs, sucking in some areas to leave his marks on my tender skin.

Moving up, he finally reached my intimate spot and a sudden rush of euphoria rushed over my senses as his tongue slid over me. My breathing hitched as I moaned out his name, which only encouraged him to work even harder. His arms were wrapped around my waist tightly, and he caressed his fingers against my skin. My hands clutched the bed sheets as he flicked his tongue over my sweet spot, making me shiver in pleasure. I was about to release, but he teased me by stopping and returning his lips to mine. I looked at him with agony, wishing he would have finished, but he replied with a smirk of pride.

It was my turn now and I pushed him over, straddling him and taking control. Leaning down, I unbuckled his belt, leaving him smirking excitedly. I slipped his jeans down his legs and pulled them off, ordering him to stand up.

He did as I commanded, and I knelt before him. I knew that Roger liked seeing me from this angle, so I glanced up at him and gave him an innocent look, or my best impression anyway. Taking his whole member in my mouth, he grunted instantly, and I knew that the same feeling of pleasure was rushing through his veins which had previously adorned mine. His hand pushed on my head gently, with his fingers becoming tangled in my long chestnut hair. I felt his dick get hard in my mouth, and I smirked in pride as I heard his heavy breathing. My hand reached up to take some of the work, making sure that he was getting the maximum amount of pleasure that I could offer. However, when I heard him groan my name, stammering as he did, I pulled away.

His eyes widened in horror, but I dragged him onto the bed, which he gladly accepted. Without much warning, he had straddled me again, and his hair was falling over his face messily, making him look even more gorgeous if it was possible.

He leaned down and entered me quickly, pumping backwards and forwards immediately. My hands scratched his back, if he could be rough, so could
I. He picked up the pace even more, picking up my hips and pulling me even closer to him for extreme proximity.

My hands fell to the side of my head, and he intertwined my fingers in his, pulling them above my head gently.

"I love you" He grunted, leaning down to kiss my neck.

"I love you more" I moaned breathlessly.

This time we both released with ease, and the euphoria we had both been craving so dearly finally rushed over our senses.

He flopped down next to me and I rolled over on to him, wanting his skin touching mine at all times. His legs were tangled over mine and my head was rested on his chest as I listened to his breathless chest move up and down.

"Happy moving day" He breathed into my hair, smoothing my sweaty locks backwards with his fingers.

"Happy moving day" I repeated, sighing into his skin.