Flurries gently falling outside and just starting to stick to the asphalt, streetlights casting a soft glow across the sidewalks, and the half-moon that shined from behind the clouds, the scenery around him couldn't get closer to winter. Not to mention that the merry feelings of Christmas had yet to disappear, though he felt they were prolonged due to people still having their own decorations up. Strings of garland and multi-color lights hung along the buildings with the occasional wreath on the door, and a little decorated tree still sat in some of the windows of the flats or restaurants that surrounded him. Despite the calm attitude that still lingered around him, the noises coming from said flats were disturbing the peaceful nature with the raucous noises of shouts and music that blared out into the streets wasn't out of the ordinary and would only grow louder with each passing minute as midnight drew closer.

Brian hadn't been in the mood for a loud party tonight, unlike the other three. It took a lot of convincing, mainly because of Freddie's naturally extravagant nature, to get him to agree to throw a small party for tonight. They'd just had a big Christmas party the week before and he wasn't up to another one in such a short period of time. So they stuck with a small get together with some close friends back at their flat, but he just wasn't in the mood to be social for the time being. Instead he wanted to experience a serene environment, just to be alone and reflect on the past year that seemed to have started yesterday, but had already been completed in the blink of an eye.

Another whole year, gone. Good lord where does the time go? He asked himself, looking up to the sky and resting his head on his hand. He didn't even need to answer the question, he already knew where it went due to their time in the studio, promoting, and pretty much everything else they had done in preparation for releasing their next album. But there was something else that mixed in with that and that was the fact that it'd started to become too familiar. It wasn't that it was unexciting anymore, that wasn't the issue at all, it was the fear that it would become boring. The music aspect of it wouldn't, that much he knew, but it was his home life that he was worried about. He'd played it safe by sticking to what he knew his whole life. Why change anything if it was working for you? But he just felt this growing uneasiness within him that he had to change something in his life before it grew boring for him or his partner.

He took a deep breath, breathing in the frigid air and releasing a cloud of condensation back into it, watching it grow and fade away in a few seconds. He could still here the music coming from their flat, Freddie taking the liberty of playing some of their music from their second album to help promote it. He didn't find that their album really blended in with the New Year's mood, seeing as Ogre Battle didn't really scream festive. But Freddie got his way and the occasional new song was played from their flat every half hour along with a mixture of songs from their collection of albums or tuning into the radio for any remaining Christmas songs.

"Hey, you gonna come up before midnight or am I gonna be alone for the first few minutes of the new year?" 

Looking behind him, he gave a gentle smile towards his boyfriend as he took a seat next to him, crossing his legs and leaning back on his hands, jumping back at the sudden chill of the stone. Brian gave a gentle laugh at Roger's reaction, watching him shoot a spiteful glare at the cold stone as though it wasn't supposed to be that frigid, despite it being about -9 outside. He heard Roger grumble something under his breath before looking back over at him with that childlike innocence in his eyes that immediately brought a wider smile to his face.

"What made you come down?" He asked.

"It got boring up there."

"You can tell me that Freddie's being a prat." He teased, earning a quick eye roll from the younger boy.

"I'm serious. You've been out here for about an hour doing God knows what. I wanna celebrate the new year with you." Roger whispered, leaning over onto his shoulder.

"Well we can do it down here. I've got a watch and I'm not in the mood for all that loud noise, which'll probably get louder once it's midnight."

Roger sighed in defeat, knowing that Brian had made up his mind about having a quiet night long ago and getting him back up there certainly wouldn't have been easy, and he wasn't up to getting into his usual antics of endlessly begging in that high voice to get him to listen to him and come up to the flat with everyone else. It was true, having to deal with everyone for the past five hours had gotten boring, the past hour being the most tedious now that Brian had left. He had to admit, it was nice. Being outside in the fresh, cold air with the snow lightly falling and sticking to the ground, covering everything in a soft white blanket. He stuck out his tongue to catch one of them on it, giggling like a five-year-old once he caught it.

"You're so cute." Brian whispered in his ear, leaning in and grabbing his hand, entangling his fingers with his before placing a chaste kiss upon his forehead.

"I know." He replied cheekily, earning a flick against his nose from his boyfriend.

And it was then that Roger saw that familiar sparkle in Brian's eyes, that sparkle that hadn't left his eye ever since they got together back when they were still in Smile and Queen had yet to come into the picture, the two of them only knowing Freddie for less than a year. They rarely told the story of how they got together, seeing as it was both embarrassing, mainly for him, and unusual, especially in comparison to how Freddie and John got together about two years ago. That sparkle just radiated love and affection, trust and security, and pure happiness and he saw it almost every second of every day, and even after being together for six years, it had never died away.

"God you're arrogant." Not waiting for another cocky response from him before leaning in for a gentle peck on his cheek, Roger's face turning a light shade of pink afterwards. Brian snickered at the sight of his response, acting like he had before he had confessed about his crush on him. He glanced down at his watch, relieved that it wasn't midnight just yet, having only five minutes before the year ended and they would be onto the next.

He repressed a sigh. That's what had been bothering him. There was absolutely no fear of growing bored with the studio, the music, or even the band in general. All of that was still so exciting and he couldn't imagine leaving the group at all. It wasn't even his home life either. He did plenty of things with the guys outside of music and even then he liked being able to relax at home every now and then. But it was his relationship that terrified him. He hadn't had any relationships in the past that lasted longer than a year and the two of them had been together since '69. He always had this sense of dread that Roger would be the one to grow bored of him, even though nothing had shown yet. He was always at his side and still had that infatuated light in his eyes every time he looked at him. But he just wanted to try something new with him, just to see if he could change something up. Though it was more personal, he wanted to break out of this sort of routine when they were making love. It certainly hadn't grown boring over the years. The two of them still loved a heated session during the dead of night and Brian would have to fight through the whole day to wait till then or else they'd both give in and do something in a separate room at the studio or wherever they were.

With the new year coming up, what better way was there than for him to start it off with a new thing, something that the two of them could do together to possibly spice things up for a night. If the two of them liked it, then they could continue it and make the occasion even more fun. But what was there to do? Surely Roger wasn't into anything that dealt with pain, or anything kinky overall, and he definitely wasn't into anything that differed from the norm, or whatever was normal when concerning two guys shagging each other in today's society. They just needed to do something out of the ordinary, at least for them, and that usually meant trying something new. Surely Roger would be up to listening to the suggestion, but that meant he'd have to bring it up at some point.

Looking down at his watch and listening to the unanimous counting down coming from the dozens of flats from above them, he didn't even need to say anything before earning a little smile from Roger who looked at him with that famous sparkle in his eyes. He leaned in, entangling his right hand in his hair while bringing him closer, gently pressing his lips against his just at the moment everyone shouted a joyful "Happy New Year!". Roger threw his arms around his neck, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss between them. Going against what Brian had expected to be a soft, quick kiss to celebrate the new year, Roger didn't pull back after a few seconds together. Instead, he turned the gentle gesture into a much more passionate kiss, snapping at his teeth and trying to slip his tongue into his mouth. Brian couldn't help but give into his action and grabbed the back of his head while Roger's hands drifted to his jacket, pulling him down to lay against the rim of the doorway. It didn't take long for the peaceful air around them to start to turn hot with the spark of arousal that followed Roger's eager shift towards a makeout session. Brian climbed on top of his boyfriend, ignoring the sting of the cold stone that seeped through his gloves and focused more on that sweet taste of wine that clung to his breath and those quick movements he made with his tongue over the roof of his mouth.

"Am I catching something again?"

Brian froze and separated from his slightly dazed lover and looked up at the door behind them, seeing that arrogant grin of their frontman from behind it. His arms were folded across his chest and his eyebrows were raised in expectancy, patiently waiting for his response. He felt his face start to burn with humiliation as he sat up away from Roger, who was starting to come back to his senses after being lost in the quick heat of their kiss.

"W-What? N-no! Not...Eh, it's..."

"Well whatever you two were going to do you can take it upstairs if you'd like. We're all heading out to a nearby pub so unless you'd like to join us, I suggest you take advantage of the alone time you'll have." He said, ending his sentence with a suggestive wink.

Roger snickered at Freddie's suggestion. It did seem like a fun thing to do. Kick off the new year with a steamy sex session is something he found quite intriguing. Plus, it was always fun whenever Freddie brought up anything to embarrass their guitarist, seeing him get all flustered and lose his sophisticated demeanor was hilarious in his opinion. Also, knowing Brian, he'd end up in bed with him at some point that night since they didn't get up to anything the night before and the fact that the other two were gonna be out just made it even easier to lure him into the bedroom.

"Come on Bri. It's getting cold out here anyway." Roger told him, grabbing his hand and helping him up, a light blush still evident on his face after Freddie's dirty suggestion. Brian had tried to do the same back to the older boy every now and then, yet his attempts to embarrass him, at least in terms of sex, never worked. Freddie always found a way to make it a joke or make it work to his benefit, though it instead mortified their poor bassist whenever Freddie would throw in a crude comment about his actions in the bedroom, which was something he never wanted to know about.

They followed Freddie back to their flat, Brian having to hold back an annoyed groan at the slight mess they'd made during his absence. Glasses and plates strewn across the counters and table, some still filled with alcohol or scraps of food, their rug had now gone crooked and a few streamers hung around their furniture most likely from when the clock struck twelve. He had to admit, there had been worse instances when he found the after effects of their parties and this mess was nothing compared to those.

"See, it's not a complete train-wreck." Freddie told them, throwing on one of his jackets from the coat rack. "You two do whatever you'd like. Just make sure this place isn't in a worse condition then when I left." He teased, shutting the door behind him and leaving the two of them alone once more. Roger looked over at his boyfriend who was already tidying up their apartment. Just like him. Can't even leave anything till later. Though it wasn't a bad habit, it did tend to postpone any fun activities he wanted to do with Brian. His argument almost always was that it's done with and that they wouldn't have to come back to it later. Yes, it was a valid point, Roger just didn't like it that he was right.

"You know that if you help me out it'll be finished in less time."

"I know, but it's no fun for me."

Brian scoffed at Roger's behavior, behaving once again like some arrogant teenager as he took a seat on the nearby couch. Even though he seemed to have such a powerful air whenever someone talked to him, it was such a contrast once they got in the bedroom. His lover was, unsurprisingly, quite happy to be underneath him, begging for him to do anything once they got far enough and was one of the most submissive people he'd ever met. Yet there was also a contrasting dominant streak in him that accompanied that submissive trait of his. He never knew how someone could seem to fit both roles. Despite the fact that he always envisioned his boyfriend underneath him, he had never thought of the roles switching.

As the new idea popped into his mind, Brian felt that he could hit himself for being so mind-bogglingly stupid for not thinking of this earlier. Spicing up their sex life didn't require any toys, roleplaying, or even for them to explore a kink or two. All they needed to do was switch positions. Roger certainly seemed like he could fit the dominant role for one night since he did have that powerful streak within him, but the main issue with that was the fact that he would be underneath him, and that was a position he had yet to ever try. He'd never seen what it was like to be underneath someone for the first time and could only go off of how Roger acted from beneath him and sadly that wasn't a good indication for how it'd feel the first time around.

Yet the idea seemed like the best way to try something new, something that he wanted to apply to the whole new year itself and what was a better way to do so than to try it with the love of your life, someone whom he trusted with everything. It seemed like an easy thing to suggest, but what if he said no? Or if Roger would actually be, to put it simply, bad at being on top? What if it was too painful for him and he'd have to stop at the high point of their night and have to take the easy way out and switch back to normal? He tightened his hold around the garbage bag he was holding, stifling a groan of frustration as his mind continued to fight with its desire to try something new yet to also remain safe and stick to what he knew.

Roger laid back on the couch and grabbed a nearby magazine, pretending to read it while Brian finished up tidying their apartment. He was more concerned on studying his boyfriend's actions and mood then whatever car was featured in the magazine this month. He'd seemed a bit off when he found him outside, like he was thinking about something that was bothering him, which wasn't uncommon for him since that brain of his always had to be contemplating something. But there was something else and it only seemed to heighten because of his presence. Then there were his actions outside that contradicted his demeanor now, seeing as he quickly joined in on the makeout session in a split second and seemed eager enough to do something outside, making it visible to anyone who'd look outside from their flat or were simply passing down along the sidewalks.

But that's what was bothering him. What on earth could be going through his head that he couldn't speak to him about it? Surely it wasn't any family issues, they hadn't had any problems with them even back when they had first gotten together and they had to tell Brian's parents, which the act in itself involved him coming out to them as well. Even then with all the fear that Brian must had been feeling then, he had brought him over and they talked about it. His mother had been much more accepting than his father, but he didn't react as badly as either of them had imagined.

So what could it be? Was it simple stress? Exhaustion? Had he accidentally done something to make him act all wary around him? He thought of his past actions over the past few days and couldn't think of anything that he could have done that would upset him. They hadn't fought, he hadn't been that much of a pain, and they'd still spent time together without it feeling forced. Back when it was Christmas day he'd been his usual meek self, yet still held that unique lively disposition that only he could possess. Now his cheerful attitude seemed muted and it'd only been growing more and more obvious every day since.

"Bri you alright?" He asked, not wanting to wait for him to bring anything up to him, if he would.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, just thinking about stuff."

He got up from the couch and headed over to the counter that he was leaning against. As expected, he saw that fuzzy distracted shadow over his hazel gaze instead of the usual bright energetic light that was always present. "You know you can tell me something, right?"

"Yeah...Yeah I know." Brian muttered.

"Come here." He said, wrapping his arms around Brian's frame, earning a gentle kiss on the top of his head. Roger smiled softly and laid his head against his chest, faintly hearing the gentle beat of his heart slow at his touch. Despite Brian's words, he knew there was something on his mind. Now whatever it was he wasn't sure, for all he knew it could have been something ridiculous or he was simply not focused on anything, even though he knew the latter hardly ever happened.

"It's times like this I forget how scrawny you are." Roger teased as he separated from him, crossing his arms across his chest and trying to take him out of his thoughts and into the present.

"Ah yes because you're so buff yourself."

"Of course I am!"

"You keep thinking that."

"Least I don't look like a pencil with a poodle on top of it." Roger mocked, running his hands through his untamable curls. Brian refrained from teasing him about his womanly appearance again, seeing as he still got plenty of those remarks from the other two and the occasional bystander while they were out, and being next to him didn't make him look any more masculine. Instead he pulled him closer and placed a gentle kiss on his lips, cutting off anything else Roger would have said to him. He wrapped his arms around the smaller boy's thin frame, letting one come to his side while he ran the other up his back and threaded it into his hair, pulling him closer to his body just to be able to hold him again. Despite his attempt to make this gesture as gentle as possible, Roger soon turned it into a more arousing act: licking and softly biting at his lips, scraping his nails across the back of his shirt, trying his best to tug him down even more so to his height.

"Fred's words getting to you?" Brian asked, stopping their kiss for a mere second to taunt his newly found behavior.

"You honestly think we weren't going to get up to something tonight?"

Roger didn't even wait for his reply before tugging him back into their kiss, this time taking control and speeding up his movements. Though he didn't want to admit it, Freddie had put the idea into his head back when he found them outside. What better way was there to kick of the new year? Brian didn't seem to object to it, actually he was helping move it along, lightly pulling at his hair and quickly slipping his tongue into his mouth as soon he parted it. He softly moaned as Brian dragged his hand along his inner thigh, knowing that he was purposely avoiding any touch with his nether regions just to erase his nerves in even less time.

Without waiting for Brian to make the first move, he began moving towards their bedroom, making sure to keep a firm grip on his shirt and keep him close. He threw open their door, leading Brian towards their bed seeing as he was too absorbed in their kiss to see where they were going. His breathing had already sped up, sucking in quick breaths whenever they parted as he snapped at his teeth and lips, and had begun to scratch at his lower back. He fell back onto their bed, expecting to see the older boy towering over him and resuming his usual dominant role. But instead he heard him fall onto the opposing side of the bed, his eyes flying open to flash a confused glance at his boyfriend just before he gathered his thoughts together to be able to set things right.

"Uh...Bri?" He began, pushing back to look at his lover. He slowly opened his eyes, seeming a bit dizzy from their fast kiss that he had abruptly stopped. "Wrong place. Unless you wanna sub this time?" He joked, waiting for Brian's apology or whatever he would say before he got back on top of him. Yet all he got was an embarrassed and alarmed look on his face made him think he was actually serious about his comment.

"Well, do you?" He asked, feeling Brian's hands leave his shirt as he pushed himself into a seated position.

"Well...Er, I'm not...not too sure. But-"

"Brian it's me, not some bloke you found off the street. Tell me."

Brian rolled his eyes in response. It was embarrassing as all hell to have to stop this thing because he wasn't sure how to bring up his desire to change things up for once and not repeat the same type of sex once again. Sure there wasn't any danger in asking, he just didn't like having to talk about it that often. The last thing he wanted was for their sex life to grow dull and boring, and after being together for five years it wouldn't be surprising that one of them would want to change things up. Luckily Roger hadn't grown bored of it, always ready for whenever he wanted to do something or when he would tug him into another room for some type of relief, no matter the location, making him remember that time they'd fooled around a bit in a restaurant restroom. It gave him this sense of relief that they could still retain that neediness for each other after years of being together, but he couldn't ever let it start to go downhill to where it'd become a routine and become boring for either one or both of them.

"It-it's just...I don't want to bore you." Brian finally said, letting out a long sigh afterwards and flashing a worried glance over at his boyfriend, seeing an immediate shock fill his previously lust covered gaze.

The sudden revelation took him aback. How on earth could Brian even think he was boring him? Had he seemed bored over the past few weeks or was Brian just getting nervous again? He figured the latter was the more likely answer to what was going on. He was already so nervous about disappointing him even if it was over something as small as not getting to taking him out for a night together and was even more sensitive when it came to anything related to their sex life. It seemed like it almost scared him if he would ever let him down and ruin their relationship if he wasn't doing everything he could to make it perfect for them and Roger just couldn't believe that he'd go through so much just to make him happy.

"Babe you're not. You haven't. And do you really think I wouldn't say something to you or look bored around you?"

"It's just down the road...I want to make sure things are still...exciting."

Roger giggled lightly, "Bri if you want to spice things up or just change a single thing and see if it works then just say it. I'm up for a lot of things, long as they're not illegal." He told him, earning a light shove at his last comment.

"And if that's switching positions for one night, I'm up for that. I've been on top once or twice before so I can say I've had a bit of experience and I've been under you for years, so I know what to do and what not to do when it comes to making sure someone's comfortable."

That damned blush was still evident upon his face as he continued to avoid any eye contact with him. That prude attitude was so frustrating at times since it could put a bit of a damper on when he tried to speak to him about anything sexual, but it was also so cute and innocent that he couldn't suppress a little laugh at his actions, only making him blush even more.

"God you're prude at times. Do I have to spell it out for you before I get a response?"

"Eh, um...Uh n-no."

"Bri, just say it. If you're expecting me-" Roger began.

"Let's try it." Brian interrupted, taking the initiative and yanking him over to his side of the bed, preventing him from saying anything else before resuming their earlier makeout session. He was completely sure that this is what he wanted to do. He knew that Roger would know what to do, seeing as he had been underneath him for at least a few years and, if what he had said was true, had been on top with a few guys in the past so he at least had some kind of experience with being in the dominant position.

Roger followed Brian's movements, immediately falling into his new dominant role and running his eyes along his still covered body. Despite the look of a newly found determination in his lover's hazel eyes, there was still this strand of fear that worried him. Roger knew why since he had been in that position many years before with his first time. No, it wasn't Brian's first time in the bedroom, unlike his first time subbing had been, but it was still a whole new experience that lingered before him. There were probably millions of common worries running through his mind. Whether or not it'd hurt, if he could enjoy it, or just how it would feel overall and he couldn't help with the last two since it was different for everyone and it was even more so for someone who had been on top their whole life.

"Don't worry babe. I'll go nice and slow. There's absolutely no reason for us to rush." He soothed, relieved to feel him relax a bit at his words.

"But Fred-"

"You honestly think Freddie is going to mind? We've done it before with the two of them here. Plus, it's not like they're quiet. Just relax and let me take it from here."

After managing to keep Brian's worries quiet, Roger took to moving on and actually getting somewhere with his lover. He climbed on top of him, looking down to see that unmistakable shadow of lust start to take over his eyes as he dragged his hands along his sides, burying his face in the crook of his neck and gently sucking at the skin, adding in the occasional nip at the sensitive patch. Despite wanting to take it slow, he couldn't make it too much so and start to repeat too many of his actions. So instead he brought his hands up to his shirt, quickly undoing the buttons of the white garment, moved his lips away from his neck and down to his chest, making sure to continue the gently biting and sucking he'd done along his throat, and was quickly rewarded with a few longing moans from his boyfriend at the gentle movements along each new patch of bare skin his lips touched.

Brian shuddered as Roger rubbed their crotches together while he undid the final button to his shirt, tossing it off of him and onto the floor. As Roger returned to his upper body, Brian couldn't help but notice that hungry light in his eyes as he moved with a faster pace along his now uncovered upper body. Brian wasn't too sure how he reacted. There was this growing anticipation and eagerness within him that made him curious about what it'd be like to experience Roger's hunger and lust from the opposite position. To actually know how it felt to be underneath someone and he couldn't help but feel relieved that it was with the love of his life. However, he didn't want him to forget his position beneath him and have move him far too fast than he would have liked.

While his hands stroked his lower body, he felt Roger's lips move slowly across his chest, the gentle wet line he drew sending another shiver down his spine, finally making him aware of how tight his trousers had gotten in the short amount of time he had been under him. He wasn't at all surprised at how quick it had been, mainly because of the new sensations Roger had brought upon him in the past few minutes. Before he could even voice out something to Roger about his new desire to move on, his lover latched himself against his mouth, entangling his left hand in his curls and just barely lifting his head up from the pillow beneath him. He let out a light gasp at the suddenness, his silence slowly disappearing as Roger began working on his zipper, quickly yanking it down along with removing his black trousers, tossing them aside like he had done with his shirt.

"That didn't take long did it babe?" Roger asked, flashing a naughty glare down to his more than obvious bulge that pushed against the fabric of his boxers. Unlike those previous movements, he didn't dare move his hands down to his nether regions, not just yet. He brought himself back up to his boyfriend's mouth and brought him back into their earlier makeout session, this time trying to speed it up to add the exhilarating spark of lust to the somewhat serene area that the two of them were in for the time being. Sure, he wanted the older boy to feel at rest while he was under him, but that didn't mean that he had to leave out any of the passion or fire that usually existed whenever they got into the bedroom. Plus, they hadn't gotten to anything that was necessarily abnormal for them. Brian had been underneath him before, at least whenever they got around to just blowing one another, so there wasn't any real reason for him to take that with as much care as he would need once they got to the stuff that required being careful and sensitive.

Roger lightly gasped as Brian responded quite vigorously to the slow makeout session he had tried to resume. He quickly threaded his hands through his hair, tugging him closer to his face as he ran his tongue across his own, adding in the occasional flick of it against the roof of his mouth. Even from beneath him, Brian managed to earn a longing moan from himself at his own desperate noises that escaped from his body. He fought back that usual desire to roll over and have him fall on top of him, to be able to look up and see that slowly darkening hazel gaze as that animalistic shadow of lust would start to remove that sophisticated and refined nature of his, to have his soft lips brush against that tender spot at the rear of his jaw, hear his own moans, gasps, and those breathless curses that would find their way out of him every now and then, everything that made their sex sessions their own that no one could ever try to replicate.

Use what you know. He told himself. It made enough sense. Brian didn't need some extravagant first time, he just needed it to be done right. That didn't mean making it last three hours, but it also meant making sure it lasted longer than ten minutes. So he did what Brian would usually do and leant back in, bringing his hips up to Brian's lower body and rubbed his own growing bulge against his own, earning that lust coated gasp that sent a shiver of arousal down his own spine. He brought his right hand up to his upper body, randomly running it along his chest, side, or occasionally down to his waist and would add it the teasing movement towards his inner thigh, just to make him think he'd actually move on to touching any delicate areas just yet. However, he did allow his arm to wrap around his upper body, slowly running it down his spine, stopping at the small of his back to draw a few circular designs to really drive his senses crazy, soon moving down to cup his ass, immediately earning a shocked gasp from his boyfriend before he returned to his heavy breathing. He snuck a quick glance up at him from the side of his face, seeing his head tilted back against the start of his spine, lips slightly parted to continue those long laden breaths, and eyes half-lidded yet swarming with surprise and desire.

Everything that his lover was doing across his body was driving him insane. He'd never thought he could be so sensitive to his touch, though he figured it was because he had simply never experienced this before and his body and primal parts of his subconscious were absolutely ravishing it. The attention his whole right side was getting from his boyfriend's hand, those maddening strokes of his fingertips around his inner thigh, the gentle biting and sucking at the side of his neck along with the occasional flick of his tongue at the bottom part of it, just before it would hit his collarbone, and that deeply pleasurable feeling of his hand cupping and kneading his ass made his nerves quickly fall away, his desperation to move on starting to take priority in his mind as his boxers strained against containing his now full erection that was still in contact with Roger's still covered one.

"R-Roger..." He managed, his breathing starting to become increasingly difficult and thus rendering his speech weak. Luckily, it did manage to catch the attention of the younger boy as he pulled away from that highly sensitive part of his neck to look at him. He felt his own lust start to burn through his veins at the look of pure arousal and longing in his blue gaze. Brian tried to find a way to indicate that he wanted to move on, but since his voice wouldn't work well enough nor could his mind even think that well now that it was clouded with the new feeling of lust, he moved his hips up against Roger's, earning a soft moan from him as his bulge rubbed against his own.

"I think you've...you've had enough waiting." He whispered breathlessly as Brian fell back down into the pillows, his arms falling slack against the mattress as he felt a sense of familiarity fill the room at the knowledge of the upcoming blowjob session. At least there would be something that they had done beforehand so that the entire session wouldn't be a bunch of brand new experiences at once. Roger removed his hands from his body, forcing him to stifle any dissatisfied noises at the lack of touch on his body. He placed his right hand at the middle of his upper chest, slowly running it down to his boxers before fanning his hand out and curling them around the hem.

An immediate sigh of relief fell from his lover as he tore off the undergarment and tossed them aside, evoking a shaky moan from himself at the erotic sight beneath him, adding another sharp wave of arousal that went straight down to his hardening cock. Brian's head was now thrown back into the pillows, hands now tightly gripping the white sheets beneath the two of them, and his upper body had flushed a light red that had grown lighter all the way down to his lower body. Despite those extremely arousing details, his focus was elsewhere, more specifically on his lover's stiff cock that was already dribbling with need.

"Fuck Brian..." He said softly, feeling a stronger wave of arousal run through his body, his pants managing to grow tighter as they now fought to hold his own hard on. Before he even dared to move onto pleasing his boyfriend, he pulled off his shirt, tore down the zipper of his jeans, and threw the two of them off the side of the bed, having no concern of where they actually landed and instead leant in to Brian's lower body, running his tongue along his inner thigh, up to the base of his member, and up to the leaking tip, quickly licking off the stream of precum in the process. He heard his lover's breath halt for a mere moment at the fast movement. He knew already that this part was the one thing of the evening that they could do normally and for that reason he moved on from the slow pace that he had kept up for a good ten minutes.

Brian tried to get out another beg to move on, but with him so close to his aching cock and having already felt his tongue along the sides just made him yearn for more but sadly also kept his speech stuck in his throat. His hot breath that came out in puffs against his inner thigh and along the base of his dick, those quick little movements he made with his hands in which he'd let him think he was going to actually touch him before they'd flee back to his hips so that his boyfriend could continue to scratch at his sensitive skin, and those rare but euphoric flicks of his tongue across the head of his member made it almost a living hell to sit there and wait any longer until he'd actually begin to blow him. Before he could even open his mouth to attempt to speak, Roger firmly wrapped his hands around his waist and immediately took down as much of his cock as he could in one swift movement, the overpowering pleasure that crashed over him stealing away the remaining breath he had been holding out of anticipation for when Roger would finally start. He tightened his hold on the sheets beneath him as he felt his tongue lick softly along the edges of his shaft, occasionally adding in a gentle touch at his base with one of his hands. A long, satisfied moan fell from his slightly parted mouth as he fell into his pleasure that he had waited so long for, or at least that's what it felt like to him.

Everyone who knew his partner knew he wasn't one for taking anything slow, and that came with having sex. He just wasn't one for being the one to take his time with doing anything once they got in the bedroom, yet was completely welcome to the idea of letting him take as long as possible with whatever he had in mind that night. But there he was, taking it slower than he could ever imagine, even rivaling some of their longest sessions with this slow, loving pace. He really did mean it back at the start that he wouldn't rush anything, even though they had done this part hundreds of times beforehand. It did help prepare him for what was to come because he knew for sure Roger wasn't going to finish him off like this and that everything after this would be brand new, at least from his perspective.

The overall fear of what was to come had faded away and was replaced with a growing anticipation and curiosity of what would happen, but that didn't mean he wasn't feeling anxious about what was to come. It wasn't like he had indeed had anything done from that position before and would be able to have some kind of knowledge of what it felt like, but Roger was the first boy he'd ever gotten with and he definitely knew he could never be submissive with a girl, hell finding a guy who was up for being with another one was a miracle in itself. Then there was Roger's point of view where he had said he'd been on top before and Brian already knew he'd bottomed before so he'd had been able to experience the two positions before and that was most likely before they had even met, or at least gotten together. It made him feel almost childish in knowing that he had been through so much more when it came to sex and there he was where he'd been lucky enough to get with four girls in his life before finally getting to explore the other half of his sexuality with the first male crush of his life.

"Hmm...J-just like...like that..." Brian moaned softly as Roger continued with those long, gentle drags of his tongue along his lover's length. He closed his eyes, wanting to be completely absorbed in his movements and block out any visual distractions that would take away his focus from pleasing his boyfriend before moving on to the main part of their night. He faintly heard the little scratches of Brian's nails across the duvet beneath them before he'd tightly grip the blankets as an attempt to keep a grip on himself and not lose control just yet. But that's exactly what Roger wanted to do, make him lose that oh so strong composure that he had such a powerful hold on. Once he'd lose it, he knew he could really start having some fun with him all while making sure he was comfortable. He couldn't have him in a state of anxiety the entire time, hence why he chose to start off with the usual blowjob session instead of jumping right into the main sex session, and from what Brian was doing, he could tell his composure was rapidly fading away. His breathing had begun to come out in shaky, heavy pants, only occasionally letting a strong, quick moan whenever he changed his pace or brought his tongue over to a new area of his cock, and he could just faintly feel the occasional jerk of his lower body as Brian continued to try and keep himself steady for as long as possible.

He heard Brian gasp suddenly from above him as he began softly massaging his lower body while taking another inch down his throat. His eyes slowly slid open as he flashed a quick look up at his lover, letting out a soft moan in the process which earned him a similar one from the older boy. His head was turned to the left side of the pillow, his hair carelessly laid across part of his face and down to the crook of his neck, the edges of those dark curls were shining from the first drops of sweat that began forming on the side of his face and neck, eyes that were once wide with shock now half lidded and fuzzy from the thick shadows of pleasure that covered the once prominent nervousness that had seeped through into his hazel gaze, his jaw hanging slack against the pillow in an attempt to ease his breathing, and his chest that was rising and falling at a fairly steady rate and only freezing in one place every now and then.

Brian struggled to keep his composure from falling out of his control, which was becoming quite the monumental task seeing as keeping a clear sight and steady breath circulation were already extremely difficult to handle for the time being with those sharp bolts of pleasure that shot down his spine with every movement Roger made with his tongue along his cock. Those gentle movements were long gone as he began to speed them up, quickly licking at any available patch he could find, adding in the occasional flick at the highly sensitive patch near the bottom of his member. He tried his best to voice out something to the younger boy, anything to beg him to move on and move faster with those agonizingly slow movements. But after knowing him for so long, he just knew it'd make it more fun for him if he showed any sign that his composure was wearing away quite quickly, meaning he'd have to endure any of this torturous teasing for a longer duration of time.

"Ungh...R-Roger...Agh!" He choked out with the remaining breath he had as he took the last two inches down his throat and jumped right into gently sucking at his cock, an immense wave of pleasure slamming over his already stunned body. God he was the only one to ever do this to him, make his tranquil state completely disappear as his primal desires were finally being listened to and unleashed into the open. His breathing gave out as those locked up moans began to fall from his parted lips as he released his tight hold on the bed beneath him and entangled his hands into Roger's hair. He barely heard Roger's soft moans of satisfaction from beneath him and was more focused on the stream of vibrations around his member that, mixed with his gentle, yet skillful sucking, sent shivers of pleasure down his spine along with placing another crack into his control.

Good lord he could never believe what he did to him. He would always lose his calm, cool composure and would ignite a burning fire within him, making him revert back to his animalistic self in which his body would want nothing more than to be intertwined with his boyfriend's in the most intimate way they could. Just the way he could easily make him break and thus bring out his real dominant side made everything feel so natural. But this time he was underneath him there was something else. Brian still sensed a growing passion and fire within him to want to engage in their sex session as soon as possible, but there was a different connotation with it. Instead he felt this growing desire to be dominated instead of gaining his usual drive to take control of the situation and shag Roger as best as he could. No, he wanted to experience it, to know why Roger absolutely savored being underneath him and having him constantly slam up into him, to know why it was that he'd screech in that shrill voice of his, everything.

And it was with that final movement that Brian's control broke enough. Roger tightened his hold around his waist just before swallowing thickly around his length, not once, but multiple times in a row. Brian let out a couple shocked moans as Roger's throat massaged his cock, making him start to feel it pulse along the younger boy's soft tongue. He tried spitting out a warning that he may not last much longer, but all that could escape from his mouth were either quick, short gasps or any other noise that indicated his satisfaction. He tugged impatiently at Roger's hair as his tongue continued to flick over that small sensitive patch at the base of his cock, repeatedly sending an immense flash of pleasure through his tense frame.

Roger fought back a soft laugh at his boyfriend's almost manic state, absolutely relishing every single thing he was doing from above him. He almost didn't want to stop, his own desires telling him to try to take him further down his throat and finish him off and see that lovely face of his when he'd finish. But that wasn't the point of the evening, finishing one another off with a mere blowjob session. However, that didn't mean he shouldn't let everything be easy on him and decided to see how close he could get him to the brink before he'd stop. He bobbed his head along his length, pausing only to take the entirety of his cock down his throat and swallow thickly around it, quickly turning Brian's low moans into fast pants as his cock throbbed viciously along his tongue. With each attempt Brian made to say something to him, he'd simply change tactics again, which would silence him once again for another few seconds. Brian's chest suddenly stopped its erratic rising and falling, freezing as he held his breath and stared up at the ceiling, his jaw hanging slack and hands starting to twitch against the side of his head. Roger suddenly pulled off of his throbbing cock, removing his hands from his sides and leaning back against the mattress, trying to catch some of his own breath while watching Brian's desperation come to the surface at the sudden loss of his mouth around him. He saw Brian's right arm shake for a split second before he moved to finish himself off with his own hand. Roger leaned in, quickly grabbing both of Brian's wrists and pinning them to the bed as he let out a high, undignified wail of dissatisfaction, violently writhing around beneath him and desperately trying to free one of his hands from his hard grasp.

"C-come on Rog..." He whispered breathlessly, flashing a pleading look up at him in hopes that he would get him to finish him off, but Roger stayed strong and pressed his hands into the mattress.

"Not a chance. I certainly wasn't gonna finish you off like that. It's so boring." Roger told him, seeing him immediately give up by letting his head fall back down to the pillows behind him. He released his grip on his wrists as soon as he was sure Brian wouldn't make any sudden movements to finish himself off. Roger himself was surprised at how well he was holding out right now seeing as by now, if he had been in Brian's place, he'd be feeling the exact same way, begging for sweet release and now having to deal with his climax subsiding to a point at which he could form a coherent sentence again. Despite the extreme tightness of his undergarments around his lower body, he forgot about his own desires and kept his focus on keeping his lover comfortable.

"Now's the fun part." Roger said softly, climbing back on top of him, letting out a quiet groan as he felt his cock prod at his still covered bulge. Almost as if Brian read his mind, he quickly reached out from under him and curled his fingers around the hem of his boxers, immediately tearing off the garment and tossing it off the side of the bed. Roger sighed in relief as the final part of his confinement had been removed from his lower body. He looked back up at his lover, seeing his gaze focus solely on his hard cock, hearing his breath start to shake at how close he was to touching his lower body again. Roger gave in to that desperate look on his face and brought him back into a heated kiss while grinding his lower body against Brian's. He moaned heavily into the kiss as the first powerful sparks of pleasure began running along his spine, making him instinctively speed up his movements. Roger shuddered as he felt Brian's hands run along his back, his eyes fluttering shut as he sneaked in a quick grab at his ass. He quickly deepened the kiss by entangling his hands into Brian's curls, moaning loudly into their kiss as he felt Brian's hands run along his body.

"God Brian..." Roger moaned, feeling him respond by pressing down against his lower body to meet his own. He shuddered at those low moans of satisfaction that mingled with his own, that tender kneading of his ass, and how good it felt to rub his hips against his. Get a hold of yourself. You're losing it. Roger began to take notice of his growing desire to flip Brian back over to his dominant position, wanting to forget trying anything new and to experience the usual feeling of their sex session with him underneath him and just getting ready to prepare him for the final part of their evening. But that was the issue, it'd be too familiar. He had to admit that there was still this curiosity on his part from being able to get back into the dominant position again, though this time he'd actually get to do it with the man he loved. He hoped that that would make it feel even better than it did the first few times he had done it with people whom he felt were complete strangers.

"Shall we move on or are you good with a session of dry humping each other?" Roger asked, stalling his movements and flashing that teasing grin of his down at him. Brian tried to get his vision back as fast as possible, trying to clear the blurriness that had formed from the added pleasure he'd just experienced. God, control yourself Brian. He berated, trying to piece his control back together in hopes of being able to speak to his lover again, which proved to be more difficult than he had anticipated. Everything had already felt so good, but he had experienced it all beforehand, so why did it feel so different? Why was it this one time that he had decided to try being underneath someone that it had made him act so excited and so out of control of his actions from a simple blowjob session? True, there was the unknowingness of the whole situation that maybe made him less focused on keeping control of himself and more focused on what was going to happen within the next couple of minutes that he'd let Roger take control.

However, his lust took over before his sensible side could come back to the surface, "Yes...J-just, let's g-get going..." He said breathlessly, earning a cheeky grin from the younger boy as he pushed back against his chest, making him groan in annoyance at the lack of his touch. Roger leant over to the nearby nightstand, digging around in the top drawer for one of the bottles of lube that they kept stored in there. He watched with a growing eagerness, already parting his legs so that they could move on even faster than either of their practical sides would have argued against. Roger flashed the small bottle at him as he lent back over to him, already pouring a fairly large amount of the substance onto his fingers before leaning back in.

Roger looked down at his boyfriend, seeing that expected nervousness return to his eyes now that they were actually moving onto the newer stuff of the evening. You've been in his place and know what it's like being underneath someone for the first time. Just go slow and careful. "It'll be alright Bri." He comforted, trying his best to soothe any of his nerves before he moved on even though he knew none of them would really settle until he knew for himself what it felt like. It also didn't help that he was prone to overthinking things and Roger could only imagine what was going through his mind. He certainly wanted this, that much was obvious to him. Those shadows of lust and arousal that clouded that lovely hazel gaze, his stiff, ragged breathing that came from his expectancy of what would happen, every single thing he was doing indicated that he did indeed want this.

Just as Brian was about to choke out another encouragement to move on with what he was going to do, he felt one of Roger's fingers at his entrance, his body tensing up as he just barely entered him, both his mind and body completely frozen out of anticipation for what Roger would do next. But there was also this growing frustration within him. Hell he wanted him to move on with it now, wanted to finally shut that curious part of his mind up and actually get around to satisfying him instead of sitting there with the same old way that they made love.

"Fuck come on Roger..." Brian begged, still feeling him just barely a millimeter within him, rubbing around his entrance to try and prepare him before and real penetration. He opened his mouth to continue his plead now that his desire was taking the lead in his mind, but instead he just tightened his hold on the bed sheets and bit down on his bottom lip as Roger pressed his finger up inside of him with one quick movement. A sharp burning pain shot through him as his face twisted down in a grimace, a soft groan of pain managing to escape from his tense frame as well.

"Bri, you alright?" Roger asked from above him, his eyes obediently sliding open at his lover's gentle voice. The immediate pain had subsided and he just barely felt those little movements he was making within him. He gave a slight nod, repositioning himself before Roger made his movements more noticeable. Those little twists and turns evoked a few soft yelps and groans from him as his body tried to get used to the intruder in his nether regions. Despite that, he did have to admit that he was sensing a growing willingness to go further, maybe even a few little sparks of pleasure accompanying them as well.

Roger hovered above his boyfriend as he watched that almost painful expression upon Brian's face slowly disappear as he began relaxing beneath him. He felt another wave of arousal pass through his body at just how tight his lover actually was, making his own eagerness for the final part of their night rekindle now that they were both back into their new roles again. After leaning down to place a brief kiss upon his slightly parted lips, he pressed his finger deeper inside of him, feeling his lower body jerk suddenly at the movement. However, he knew this time it wasn't out of pain for he instead saw his lover's eyes relax, just barely opening for a split second to look up at him before they fell shut again.

That's all it took for him to know Brian was beginning to feel comfortable and was actually starting to lose his composure again, though not as drastically as he had back with the blowjob session. As soon as those moans began to flow out of his mouth again, Roger decided to try to take it further and pressed a second finger at his entrance, slowly pushing it up with the other one and earning a quick hiss from the older boy at the tight fit. His breathing came out in quick, ragged gasps as he slowly moved his fingers around within him, silently letting him know that it wasn't anything to be alarmed about and how it would actually feel good once again in a few seconds.

Even though he could always tell when Brian was losing his composure, it was always a joy to see what exactly would happen to him as he lost that calm air and became an animal in bed and to his enjoyment there wasn't any difference here. Those little gasps slowly turned back into little moans of pleasure, the uncomfortable light in his eyes starting to recede as they started to darken with lust again along with a new submissive cloud starting to blur his gaze. Roger pushed them deeper inside of him, gently twisting his fingers around within him to try and prepare him as best he could before they'd move on.

Brian writhed around beneath the younger boy, those one barely noticeable sparks of pleasure slowly but surely growing stronger as he scissored his fingers against his muscles. He was quite relieved to find that it wasn't hurting as much anymore, hell he was barely even feeling anything but the growing willingness and pleasure now. He was becoming aware of this growing submissiveness, something that was making him want more of what his lover was giving him. Everything was starting to feel so damn good, almost natural, that he couldn't even hold back those little barks and groans of pleasure that started to run through his body at Roger's, luckily, skillful movements within him.

The anxiety that had been present a mere few minutes ago had almost completely dissolved now that his fears of it being far too painful had been proven wrong. From everything Roger was doing from above him, he was feeling quite relieved now that there were only those soft waves of pleasure streaming through his once tense frame. He tore aggressively at the white sheets beneath them, trying his best to not act too out of control, though he figured he'd have little say in that once they really got going. That submissive mentality began getting the better of him as he greedily bucked down onto Roger's fingers, desperately trying to have more of him inside of him or better yet find some way for him to hit his sweet spot. If it made Roger lose that much control whenever he hit it, surely it'd really get things going for the two of them if he hit it now.

Roger bit down onto his bottom lip as he saw the first shadows of desperation and desire shine in his lover's hazel gaze, his lips parting as he tried to speak to him, but all that came out was a longing cry as he once again pressed down onto his fingers that were inside of him. He resisted the urge to obey that silent plead to hit his sweet spot now, feeling that it would be best to save that unknown feeling for the final part of their sex session. However, he didn't leave him without anything else as he pressed a third finger at his entrance and pushed it up into his lover, this time evoking a low moan of satisfaction as he twisted his fingers around within him, seeing his eyes flutter shut as he fell back into his heavy moaning.

Another shot of arousal ran down his spine as Brian let out a long, deep moan of pleasure once he pressed his fingers in just a bit deeper. Thankfully he knew that he hadn't hit his sweet spot, that would've gotten him a much more sudden and louder reaction than that, but that didn't mean it was ineffective. He was completely certain that he was ready to move on, the look of pure pleasure on Brian's face and how much easier it was for him to move his fingers around within him told him that and all that he was doing right now was just for fun. But dammit he wanted to move on now and he would bet everything he had that Brian wouldn't say no to that either. So with that, he pulled one finger out at a time, earning a few whines of dissatisfaction from the older boy at the sudden emptiness in his lower body.

"I don't think you'll mind if we move on now, right?" He asked teasingly, earning a quick nod from Brian as he spread his legs even more. Roger leaned back onto his knees, grabbing the small bottle of lube from the mound of tossed up blankets around them. He poured another generous amount into the palm of his hand and placed it on the nearby nightstand. He let out a quiet groan as he touched his painfully hard cock, running his hand along it to spread the lube along it which in turn sent a string of intense flashes of pleasure through his body. After being devoid of any touch along his member for the past few minutes and barely having any touching along it beforehand, the direct contact made him want to continue, to forget everything else and just satisfy himself. Roger leaned back in, still having his hand stroking his member till he felt satisfied enough, which was proving to be quite difficult to do as his body sat there wrapped in selfish self-pleasure.

A quiet moan escaped from his slightly parted lips as he slowed his movements, slowly tightening his grip around his cock and feeling his eyes flutter shut. He completely forgot about everything, the basic touch of his own hand feeling like heaven after waiting so damn long to feel anything around it. A sudden, slightly painful, grip formed around his right hand as his hand was yanked off his member and thrown onto the mattress. His eyes flew open as he looked at his boyfriend's desperate and determined gaze, looking slightly irritated at his greedy actions over the past few seconds.

"Impatient Rog?" He jeered, managing to give a playful smile towards him as he released his hold around his hand. Roger leant back in, hovering above Brian's chest, just barely avoiding any touch between them, his eyes fluttering shut as he buried his hand in his curls, lifting his head up from the pillows to bring him into a deep kiss. Brian responded vigorously, entangling his hands into his hair and pressing down on the back of his head, lightly tugging at his tresses and hungrily running his tongue along every inch of his mouth. He flicked his tongue against Brian's along with adding the occasional drag along the roof of his mouth while he lightly scratched at his boyfriend's upper chest, trying his best to fight the current desire to bring their lower bodies together again. Instead he focused on that lovely fruity scent that was just barely visible now. It tasted like an artificial mix of mint and berries, bringing that sharp cool taste that mixed with the sweet tang of the random assortment of fruit, creating a lovely mix that made him want more. Out of pure instinct, Roger brought his lower body up to his boyfriend's entrance, hearing him gasp softly as the tip of his cock just barely entered him. He paused before moving on any further, wanting to give him a few moments to mentally and physically prepare himself before they moved on any further. After feeling Brian relax beneath him, he brought his hands down to his waist, still making sure Brian was focused on his kiss instead of what was about to happen, even though he knew that would be near impossible to make him or anyone do. Without wasting a second more, Roger pressed the first few inches of his cock into him with one quick, clean stroke.

Instead of any loud, worrying noises escaping from his lover, all that came out was an almost inaudible, painful whimper as he tightened his hold around the sheets beneath them. Roger tried his best to keep himself still, wanting to let his boyfriend get used to the feeling of having him inside of him before doing anything else. But damn, he'd never expected it to feel this good to get inside of him. He was completely sure he would have cried out from the pleasure that shot down his spine, yet instead it left him completely speechless, his eyes fluttering shut as his jaw hung slack to emit a string of low moans at his lover's tightness around his cock.

Brian felt another string of whimpers halt in his throat as he tried his best to ignore the sudden pain that ran through his body. There wasn't any pleasure yet and he was desperately hoping that this was normal, that everything would start to feel better soon, and that he could hopefully enjoy it to how much Roger seemed to enjoy it. Surely he didn't go through this kind of pain every time they made love, did he? He tried going through his memories of their nights together and he rarely showed any sign he was experiencing any excruciating pain whenever they got to this part of their night together. Even their first time together hadn't been that bad, then again Roger had told him that he'd done it beforehand for a bit. So was it supposed to feel like this?

"Bri? You alright?" Roger asked, his eyes opening halfway after he stopped his fit of low moaning. Brian looked up at him, feeling the slight sting of tears at the edge of his eyes as Roger pulled back slightly, evoking another groan of pain.

"Don't cry, it'll be fine. It's completely normal and trust me when I say the pain does go away after a couple of minutes." He soothed, bringing his hand up to wipe off the little tear that had started dripping down the side of his face. God I hope you're right. Brian thought, feeling another sharp jolt of pain run down his spine as Roger pushed himself a bit deeper. Brian think. Nothing here'll get better if he stays still. But dammit it hurts. Shut it, it'll be fine and you know it. He took in a heavy breath, laying his head back against the pillow as Roger stuck to those little, almost invisible, thrusts inside of him. Despite this thing inside of him telling him to stop, stop the pain right now and go back to their normal position, he stayed there. This determinative streak within him along with his still growing curiosity and newly found anticipation of when there'd finally be a sense of pleasure kept him there, letting Roger take control and leaving him underneath him.

He sighed in relief after Roger kept up with those small movements for a few minutes, his body finally starting to relax underneath his lover's. The overall pain had begun to disappear and was being replaced with a sense of ease along with what he thought was a bit of pleasure as well. He winced as Roger sped up his movements, but they seemed to not be as painful as he had expected them to be. Maybe it was just for the first few minutes like Roger had said it would be, and he figured he should take what he said since he had been underneath him for all that time.

"S-see..." Roger managed from above him, his voice giving out as another moan bumped against his throat. His movements began to grow easier, the once barely noticeable bits of pleasure had begun to grow more prominent as Roger's thrusts grew more effective. He soon realized that the harsh grip he had on the duvet simply wasn't enough for him to release his frustration out on as he quickly released his hold around them and threw his arms around Roger's upper body, letting them reach down to the center of his back as he sped up his thrusts within him.

"Hnngh...Just...Like that..." Brian breathed out from beneath him, a few soft moans of pleasure following his weak yet effective sentence. Roger felt this weight of nervousness disappear from his chest, sighing in relief now that he knew Brian was starting to get into it. There were still lines of tension in his face, but he was certainly relaxing beneath him. He changed his position from above him to try and thrust into him from a different angle, which luckily got a positive groan from his boyfriend, his nails now lightly scratching at his back as his moans grew louder and much more noticeable.

After the initial slowness of this part, Roger took it a step further, starting to form a steady rhythm of thrusting in and out of him. With each thrust his movements grew slicker, wetter, so much better for the two of them as he slid in and out of him. God he'd forgotten what it was like to be on top of someone. Sure he loved being underneath someone, hell he loved that far more than being on top of someone. He loved letting Brian take control, having him tease him for what felt like hours, leave it up to him whether or not he'd be the one getting blown or he'd be giving it to him instead, and be in his current place, have him pounding into him instead. But fuck, that continuous stream of pleasure that bolted through his body as he thrusted up into him, knowing that it was him that evoked those low moans of pleasure from the older boy, brought that now blissful looking face upon it, earning those occasional scratches at his back, silently begging for him to continue with everything it was he was doing to him.

To be completely honest, Roger would never have expected Brian to even consider trying out the submissive position, let alone actually go through with it. He just didn't seem to have that bottom mentality. Not one thing about him gave that off from him, he just seemed to fit so well into the dominant position and the same went for him and being underneath someone. But he could see himself in the dominant position, though not with everyone, and he had never once thought he'd be on top of his lover. It was working out, that much he had to admit. To be fair, you never really knew what someone was till you asked them or did it yourself. And there they were, Brian struggling to maintain his breathing from beneath him, gasping and moaning in pleasure as he thrusted into him.

Roger took notice of his dwindling strength, his body starting to become completely enveloped in those strong bolts of pleasure that flared through his body. God he was so wet, so hot, so damn tight that it almost made him want to give in then, make him scream out of pleasure once he felt that lovely feeling of having him hit his sweet spot for the first time in his whole life. Brian had only seen the effects of them whenever he found his and dammit he wanted to see that look of pure pleasure upon his face. But he held back, wanting him to start to beg for more not just with those little scratches or even those heavy moans of pleasure that he made. Instead, he stuck with pushing the rest of his cock up into him, evoking a strangled groan of pleasure as he dug his nails deeper into his back.

A plead for more froze in his throat as Roger strengthened his thrusts into him, yet still managed to avoid hitting his sweet spot for whatever reason he had. He had said he'd make it comfortable for him, and he was quite sure that hitting that deep, satisfying spot within him would definitely make it more comfortable for him instead of sticking with that lovely hard, steady thrusting into him. Brian looked up at his lover, managing just for a split second to clear his vision enough to see that lovely face of his lost in the pleasure. His mouth hanging slack as to not obstruct his own deep moaning, eyes lightly shut with a few strands of his damp hair hanging in front of his face, and those little drops of sweat that fell from his damp chest down to his own. Everything made him want more than what he was giving him, to break out of this anticipation and finally have him hit his sweet spot.

"Agh c-come on R-Roger!" He shouted with his remaining breath, putting the rest of his spare energy into that loud beg for him to try and hit it as soon as possible. He couldn't take the anticipation anymore, just how much it was gnawing away at his control was completely unpredictable and he could never have prepared himself for the feeling of annoyance it brought knowing that there was still a final sense of pleasure was waiting for him, one that he had never experienced before. But all he could do was beg from beneath him, for there was no surefire way for him to have him hit it. He had given all the control to him, meaning he had the ability to choose when he would hit it for him, not the other way around.

He could've sworn he heard that little bastard chuckle from above him as he slowed his thrusting, instead delivering a string of slow, deep thrusts into him. While they did bring a sense of pleasure with them as well, there was still that frantic part of him that was trying to have him hit it in any way possible. Please him, make him weak so he'll listen. Brian immediately responded to the subconscious suggestion and tightened around his lover's member as he pushed himself up inside of him again, earning a throaty growl of satisfaction against his throat as he halted for a mere second. He felt him shiver against his body as he let out another groan just before resuming his thrusts. Brian opened his mouth to plead with him once more, his body and mind ready to do almost anything so that he'd get out of this dark, hellish pit of expectancy, but all that came out was a helpless squeak as his arms released their hold around Roger's soaked back and fell back down to the bed, tightly curling his fingers into the sheets and digging his nails into the wet fabric. He felt Roger change his position again, tightening his hold around his waist by pushing his nails further into his skin, then slamming up into him while pulling down on his lower body to make his thrust more effective and pushing himself even deeper into him. Out of nowhere, he felt an immeasurable amount of burning pleasure shoot itself into his veins, evoking one of the loudest cries he'd ever managed to make as he threw his head back into the pillows and yanked the sheets up from the bed, twisting the sheets over the back of his hand as he bent his wrists towards him.

"F-fuck Rog-Roger, Good G-God..." He paused for a split second, taking in a sharp gasp of air as his body tried to recover from the sudden burst of ecstasy that seared through his veins. "A-again...I don't give a damn what you do but d-Agh!" His sentence cut off as Roger resumed his thrusting, continually forcing himself against his prostate, sending an indescribable feeling of pleasure through his body. The previous feeling of pleasure seemed like nothing compared to this and to think he'd gone years without even considering knowing what this was like and was perfectly content with having Roger sub. Overall he had to admit that he preferred the dominant position, but this one wasn't nearly as bad as he had thought it could be. Sure there had been the massive amount of pain at the start, but it was nowhere near as strong as the pleasure that was running rampant through his body for the time being.

The younger boy could hardly believe how out of control his boyfriend was acting from beneath him. Whenever his eyes flew open, he could just see all the arousal, pleasure, and that animal like shadow overtake any common sense that Brian usually possessed. His mouth hung open in a constant state of surprise, only occasionally falling shut whenever he'd clench his teeth and let out a feral growl. That just made everything so much more arousing for him. Brian's consistent tightening around his dick, those high pitched moans that echoed off the walls of their bedroom, his new, stronger grip around his back with his nails clawing at his drenched back, and the rare jerk of his arms as he brought him down to his chest before letting him move back up to his position above him.

Roger continued with this speed for another few minutes, gladly drinking in Brian's slowly heightening mewls of pleasure. It didn't take long for him to wrap his legs around his lower body in an attempt to draw him deeper. He had been with Brian for ages now and to see him lose so much of his calm nature was surely something he had been witness to only a handful of times. But there was something different about it this time and that was the fact that it was all because of what he was doing to him. Every time they made love together beforehand it had been part of what he did from beneath him, but it was always based on Brian's overall movements and how he led that night's actions. Yet there he was, underneath him, howling like some animal with the occasional breathless curse all because of what he was doing to him.

"Oh G-God Brian..." Roger moaned against the shell of his lover's right ear, moving his hands behind him to get another handful of his ass, however instead of moving them back up, his hands stayed back there as he sped up his movements, his body starting to get out of his control as he felt his orgasm start to rapidly build up within his lower body. He tried to focus on his lover, just to get a glimpse of his face to see if he was getting close as well or if he'd need to speed up his boyfriend's climax before he fell into his own. He tried to tell from his body language first, which was giving him a fair indication that he couldn't last much longer as his chest shakily rose up and down, its movements growing slower and slower before they'd stop completely, his lower body writhed around beneath him as Brian threw his head forward into the crook of his neck, allowing him a quick glance at his face before he instead just saw the mass of curls against the underside of his head. His eyes had been lightly closed, teeth clenched firmly together, sweat pouring off the side of his face and either down along his neck to his collarbone or disappearing behind his back to the rest of his completely soaked, burning hot body.

He heard Brian whimper out from underneath him, snapping him out of his trance as he realized he'd slowed his movements. This was the other thing that was so new to him, yet was also something he absolutely savored and that was his boyfriend's new found desperation for anything he gave him. The main benefit of being on top is once you got inside of them, it was a continuous stream of pleasure that could only grow stronger. No pain, no spacing in between all of this, it was simply needing to make it through the teasing sessions and then you'd be rewarded with all that pleasure. But subbing? You needed to wait till they let you reach each milestone of the sex session into which it'd lead to that final extreme feeling of pleasure before you'd reach your climax. Then once you got close you had to wait till they gave you permission to do so, or else you'd be left knowing that you were the one who was too weak to endure it for any longer. Then to switch those positions left both of them having the fun of experiencing the two positions, but Roger was now having to fight both his own climax and having to force Brian to wait to have his own instead of just wondering how much longer he'd have to wait before falling into sweet release.

However, Roger knew that the two of them weren't going to last more than two minutes at this rate, hell if they lasted another minute he'd be surprised. So, he decided to end this session as he moved his right hand off Brian's ass, still leaving the left to tightly grip and occasionally knead it, and wrapped it around his pulsing member, hearing him hiss at the contact around him. He quickly noticed the new tension in his face, yet this time it came from having to force his climax back and not give in till he said so, which he knew wouldn't be for a bit longer than Brian would've liked. He quickly ran his hand along his length, earning heavy moans from his lover as he combined his long strokes with his thrusts right against his prostate, seeing his right eye twitch at the pleasure as his chest started to slow to a halt, only occasionally jerking out in a quick gasp before remaining deathly still.

Brian tried to think clearly through the haze that had jumbled most of his thoughts, trying his best to form a coherent sentence about how much he wanted to finish right now so that Roger would utter any sentence that would let him go. But all he could muster now was those rare, pitiful gasps of air so that he wouldn't pass out from deprivation. His cock throbbed mercilessly in the younger boy's palm, almost everything his body was doing screaming to both him and his lover about how much he wanted this to end, for him to finally enjoy those heavenly few seconds of his climax and to finally feel a sense of relief after enduring all of this for nearly an hour. But Roger kept up with those agonizingly slow strokes around his dick combining that feeling with the one that came from his cock hitting his sweet spot with unyielding accuracy.

"R-R..." He managed, his throat and chest burning at his attempt to say something to Roger by using up the oxygen it had collected.

"B-Brian p-please...God Brian c-cum for me..." Roger told him in between shaky breaths, his body immediately responding by bucking up to his touch and throwing itself into that sweet release. He let out an extremely jarring howl of satisfaction as he came into Roger's hand and onto the center of his chest, yanking his boyfriend closer to him as he pressed his chest against his, his whole body trembling and convulsing from the blazing ecstasy that fired up from his lower body and out to every inch of his body. His eyes closed tightly while his nails dug viciously into Roger's back, forcing him to stay there till his body was finished with the major part of his climax.

Roger watched from next to him, just barely able to see the edge of his face through the bundle of his damp curls against his face. However, that strident cry, his body jerking about beneath his, and the feeling of his heavy load dripping from off his chest and hand and down onto the bed sheets and Brian's lower body finally allowed him to fall into his own orgasm. A sudden wave of pleasure crashed over his body as he yanked Brian down onto his throbbing member, immediately shooting his load deep inside of him as he bit down hard onto his bottom lip, his muffled cries and moans of pleasure coming out against the side of Brian's face. He heard one final moan of pleasure escape from his lover before he released his hold around him, his body just barely shuddering now as he fell limp against his left arm, his right immediately wrapping around him to hold him close to him once again as his body continued to divulge in its long awaited release.

As he felt his climax start to subside, Roger released his hold around Brian's now still frame and let out one long, deep, content moan against his lover's neck and followed his falling body back down to the mattress, his body now splayed out across Brian's. Using the few bits of strength he had gained in the past few seconds after his body had enjoyed its own exhausting climax, he rolled off of his lover, his eyes still lightly shut as he took in heavy breaths to help heal his breath circulation as fast as he could so that he could speak to the older boy again.

"Oh...Oh my God Roger..." Brian said in an unsurprisingly hoarse voice. Roger just barely opened his eyes and lulled his head to the left, trying to get his vision back to normal, but his growing tiredness made it quite difficult for him to even open his eyes, let alone actually have them function properly. He turned onto his front, his body relaxing even more so at the soft feeling of the of the bed beneath them.

"H-how was that?" Roger asked rhetorically, knowing full well what his lover's response would be after seeing that look of pure satisfaction upon that lovely face of his. Instead of receiving any immediate vocal reaction, he just felt his lover's arms wrap around his tired frame and pull him closer, Brian now resuming his usual dominant role by letting him fall into that loving, warm embrace.

"You know; you make a great topper." He whispered softly, entangling his left hand with his right and leaning in to place a gentle kiss upon his slightly swollen lips. "Wasn't...Wasn't nearly as bad as I'd have imagined it to be."

"Well it matters on how they go at it. Do it right," Roger began, moving his hand up to tuck a strand of Brian's hair behind his ear, "And it feels wonderful..." He finished, his voice trailing off as his eyes began to grow heavy, the soft call of sleep beckoning him to fall into its embrace with his boyfriend's arms wrapped loosely around his body.

"Hmm...God I love you..." Brian hummed, resting his head against his lover's, hearing him faintly murmur a similar response before his head fell back onto his arm, his breathing now slow and steady as his hand fell out of his and down around his waist. His eyes began falling shut, his own desire to fall asleep starting to come to light as he rested his head on top of the pillow behind them. He brought Roger's body closer to him, feeling his heavy breathing bump against the middle of his chest before drifting off into his own dreamless sleep.

...

A sudden flash of light jerked Brian out of his sleep as he slowly opened his eyes, bringing them back down to a squint at the large amount of artificial light that filled their bedroom. He heard someone shuffling across their bedroom, naturally assuming it was his partner since there was no reason for the other two to be in their room at this time of the morning.

"Finally awake?" Roger asked, proving his suspicions right as soon as he heard his gentle voice call out to him from the opposite side of their room.

"Finally? What time is it?"

"Roughly eleven. You slept in late today. Don't worry, we've nothing to do today and, ironically, John's the one passed out on the couch right now and if you want anything to eat, Freddie's made up something for us to eat."

"What does John being passed out have to do with anything?" He asked, sitting up from their bed and entangling his fingers through his hair, still slightly dazed from being yanked out of his sleep.

"Well unless you want to listen to any of his moaning about his hangover, then let him sleep for a bit longer. Fred's better off than him, but he seems a bit tired too so I think we'll just do our own thing for today." Roger responded.

As Brian's vision began to come back to him, he looked over at the younger boy, seeing him tug on a fresh pair of jeans and tossing his towel over to the mess of other dirty laundry in the corner of the room. He threw a few pieces of clothing over to him, flashing a generous glance at him as he threw on the black button-up shirt. He headed over to him, taking a seat on the edge of the bed nearest to him, slowly leaning over to place a soft kiss upon his lips, this time stopping a few seconds after and leaving it at that.

"Happy New Year's babe." He whispered, drawing a soft line from his collarbone and down to the center of his chest. "Guessing you've made up your resolution by now?"

"Made it up and worked on it." Brian replied, removing a loose strand of his lover's hair out of his face. "Working on 'trying new things' or 'being riskier' was certainly done last night."

Roger giggled softly before he pulled him close to him, wrapping his arms around his waist and burying his face into the crook of his neck, relaxing even more so at the gentle touch of his hand on his arm.

"I'll be in the living room. You take your time, to be honest, it's exhausting after the first time." Roger teased gently before freeing himself from his embrace, grabbing a gray t-shirt and placing it around his arm before heading for the living room.

After spending five minutes to go clean himself up and get dressed, he headed out to the living room to spend time with the rest of the band. As Roger had said, John was passed out on the couch, his arm draped over his face, his hair disheveled and laid across his shoulders and across both his arm and on the visible parts of his face, shirt smudged with alcohol and leftover food stains from the previous night, a few of its buttons missing as well, and his fly down with the rims of his boxers showing from underneath the old pair of jeans he had been wearing.

"Please tell me we can still sit on that couch when he gets off of it." Brian asked, desperately hoping that the two of them didn't get up to doing anything on their couch the night before once they got home.

"Ah, Brian dear, glad to see you're finally up." Freddie replied, looking up from his seat on one of their chairs and placing his cup down on the coffee table. "No, we didn't fuck on the couch last night or at all. We went out afterwards for about an hour and came back here because he'd gotten himself hammered within a half hour and spent about another half hour stumbling back home with my help before passing out like that. So no, we didn't do anything, but from the sound of it, you two did."

Brian felt all the blood drain from his face at Freddie's nonchalant comment. Had they not heard them come home the night before? It did make enough sense because at some point in the night there had been far too much noise coming from their bedroom, though that only happened because he thought that the two of them would be out for a few hours and not come home when they were still doing anything.

"And from what I heard, either you're far too sensitive to someone giving head or Roger's actually good at being on top."

"I'll take that as a compliment." Roger said with a twinge of bitterness in his voice.

"What? I've heard you two plenty of times but only twice did I stay to listen and last night was one of them. From the sound of it, Bri had fun as a bottom for the first time and you're still trying to get used to being a topper, but not bad to be fair."

"And how do you know that he's the automatic top in our relationship?" Roger asked casually, placing the magazine he had been reading down onto his lap and focusing his gaze on their frontman.

"Roger dear, no one screams that loud if they're on top and you sound like you've just been thrown from an airplane without a parachute whenever you two get frisky."

"Like you'd know. What, is John on top of you?"

"Oh of course not." Freddie said, not sounding offended from his boyfriend's comment at all, instead seeming amused and eager to talk about everything that went on between the rest of them. "However I have been with a boy who refused to sub for me and I'm quite versatile. Just like you two are. Don't think I haven't forgotten the first time I heard you two."

"How on earth do you keep hearing us?" Brian asked between clenched teeth, his face burning with embarrassment from their bandmate's inappropriate comments about their night together.

"You hear us all the time and I honestly don't mind it. It's just sex Bri, far less embarrassing then getting caught yankin' it."

Brian felt a smile tug at his lips as he looked over at Roger, seeing his eyes wide and his face going white as well at Freddie's comment, feeling quite content now that his partner could share the embarrassment that their frontman had brought upon them. We've gotta start doing things when Fred's not around, else he'll end up seeing it for himself one day.