Frustration swarmed around the two of them and mixed with the already present sense of hot arousal that filled their bedroom as Brian attacked his neck once more. Freddie's little mewls for them to finally get going only made his movements quicker as he listened to Brian fumble for the small bottle that he had tossed aside not too long ago after finishing with his own fun for teasing the already estranged frontman. He only pulled away from him to spread another generous amount of lube across his already wet length as to make sure everything would work smoothly. As he did so, Freddie gathered enough composure to call out to him through the darkness.

"D-didn't take much to get y-you in here tonight, did it Bri?" He asked, breaking up his words to take in a quick gasp of air, his body giving a sudden jerk as a hiss of impatience slipped from his mouth.

"Oh please, you're the one who's easy to get in bed..." Brian replied, leaning back in and discarding the nearly empty bottle over the side of the bed.

Freddie sniggered at his response, yet remained quiet as to not start any type of discussion right before he was about to get laid. Brian effortlessly pressed his cock up inside of him, garnering a groan of delight from both of them as he immediately worked on getting a steady rhythm going by starting with a few slow, short thrusts up into him, everything he did to him making them both gasp and moan with pleasure.

"Jesus Brian, faster..." He moaned not long after, his mind and body both not wanting to deal with any of his boyfriend's antics of taking things slow at the moment and just wanted everything to move back to where the pleasure would make both of them lose control beyond reason.

"E-eager...tonight...aren't you?" Brian asked in between thrusts, his hands moving off of his sides and down to his waist, the tips of his nimble fingers curling into the sides of his rear.

Freddie gave up trying to talk to him at the moment, deciding it was best to remain quiet and to save this conversation for later on. Everyone figured he'd be that stubborn little brat in the relationship, though however right they were, he wasn't the only one. While Brian was quite prude and very composed, it rarely took much for him to crack through his self-control and lure him into the bedroom where the very idea of being calm was almost ludicrous. Yet he'd immediately deny that he was like that if he ever brought it up. It was quite funny, however frustrating it was, that he couldn't admit that he did become an animal in bed, and right now was just another example of it. His head thrown back to where his curls fell between his shoulder blades, the ends of which were dripping with sweat, his mouth hanging open while his sharp inhalations and thick moans filled the room and mixed with his own, his nails still digging rather harshly into his side, and his now erratic thrusting had created that enticing view of Brian's more feral side that drove his own instincts wild.

No one would ever believe this was extremely common in the bedroom seeing as Brian had this sophisticated air to him whenever he entered a room with the rest of them. While no one could deny the fact that he was quite intelligent, he had that damn prudeness and shyness that made it even more unbelievable to anyone but himself that his partner acted like this in private.

A sudden gasp of an "Oh God" broke Freddie away from his thoughts as Brian suddenly paused his thrusting, now viciously gritting his teeth before he fell forward on top of him, wrapping his arms around his chest and soon resuming his movements. Freddie groaned loudly at the pleasure that streamed through his tense frame as he reached up behind him and clawed at the damp pillow behind him, his neck twisting to push the right side of his face against his own mess of hair behind him and the pillow that was already soaked from both of their sweat.

As soon as Brian slammed into his sweet spot, his own control shattered as he fell into a fit of rapid gasping and moaning, the promise of release lingering not too far ahead of him as the level of the pleasure heightened, every prod of his cock against his prostate bringing a heavy crash of pleasure through his body and bringing him closer and closer to his own climax. Brian gave a quick snap at his neck, his tongue returning to quickly lap at the spot he'd bitten while he brought his hand up to the back of his head and tugged his head back, exposing even more of his throat to him while he ran his hand along the hair he'd taken into his fist.

"Oh God Brian." Freddie moaned loudly, his heart hammering against his chest, his own cock throbbing mercilessly as he felt his climax start to rapidly build up in his lower body. Brian either didn't hear him or was to lost to actually respond for his hands stayed where they were, one behind his head, messing up his hair even more so, and the other kneading the right side of his ass. One more slam of his lover's member across his sweet spot sent him over the edge as his jaw fell slack against the pillow while he let out a pitiful, almost silent, moan of pleasure as his body spasmed beneath Brian's, a sudden massive wave of ecstasy shooting itself through his body as his eyes fell shut. His body shot its load out onto Brian's chest as his lover's movements began to speed up to short, quick thrusts, the short, strangled grunts coming from him telling him his own climax was coming up shortly. Freddie kicked at the blankets while his upper body continually rose and fell from the bed, only barley aware of his own load dribbling back down onto his own lower body.

In a matter of seconds, Brian lurched forward and yanked his body up against his own, his body far too exhausted from its dwindling orgasm to do much else but to let it be picked up by his lover as Brian suddenly let out a quick, yet loud, yelp of pleasure, the feeling of him filling him up only bringing a sharp jolt of pleasure along his spine as a remnant of his own release. As Brian enjoyed his own ecstasy, Freddie fell limp against his arms and kept his eyes shut, feeling and listening to everything his boyfriend was doing. Every sudden scratch of his nails along his ass, the sudden jerk of a random muscle, the damp exhalations against his neck, and the now loud gasping noises he was making that were replacing his once prominent moans.

Brian fell back down against him, remaining still for a moment while he slowly softened inside of him, pulling out only a couple of moments later. He rolled off of him, managing to keep a hold around his chest as he pulled him closer and buried his face in the crook of his neck, his slow breathing telling him that he wouldn't be awake for much longer, at least if he remained quiet.

"Desperate boy, aren't you?" Freddie teased, trying to provoke a response from his boyfriend to finally get back to that conversation he'd begun right before the final part of their session.

"Me?" Brian asked sleepily, "Never, you're the one always...always begging for this."

"You keep thinking that you stubborn brat."

Brian released his hold around him, immediately making him turn around so that he could face him. Freddie fought back a soft chuckle at the annoyed look on his partner's face: his pursed lips that formed a tight line and that fiery, determined glare to prove himself right was already lighting up his gaze.

"I'm not stubborn, you just don't wanna admit that you're the one who almost always starts these things." Brian replied, a hint of playful annoyance in his voice.

"Yes, and who's the one who always gives in to a simple bit of flirting to get in the bedroom. You're too nervous to admit that you're just as much of a sex addict as I am."

"Am not."

"Are too. Bri dear, you couldn't go a week without this." Freddie remarked, placing his index finger at the center of his chest, "Don't act like you can either."

"Like you could even go three days without a good shag. Hell I'd be surprised if you could go a day." Brian retorted, unable to hold back a small smirk in believing that he'd finally beaten him.

Freddie rolled his eyes, knowing full well that he had gotten Brian interested in talking, but he hadn't expected him to get him intrigued in this. How long could he actually go without sex? He'd done it ever since he'd gotten laid for the first time and would do it whenever he could find a proper person to do it with. Getting a boyfriend of his own only made finding relief even easier. Yet he'd never really tested how long he actually could go without sex and neither had Brian, at least not to his knowledge. Now that he had actually mentioned it, he couldn't help but wondering if Brian would be up to testing it with him. The whole thing sounded insane yet the rewards if he won would be seeing Brian admit that he was wrong, something that would be worth him giving up any sort of sexual intimacy between them for however long his lover would be able to last without it.

"Alright then, let's see. You think you've got that much composure as to not fuck me for a while? Let's try it then. Put it to a bet. Whoever gives in first owes the other fifty pounds." Freddie suggested, adding a little hum of satisfaction afterwards while Brian looked away for a moment, a flicker of doubt coming across his face before he turned to face him again.

"You're really that confident in yourself?" He asked.

'Quite. Because I know the only reason why you're so composed is because of your almost daily release. But, if you're so sure you'll be perfectly fine, then it's settled."

Brian muttered something in agreement before he fell back down to their mattress, his soft breathing and lazy hold back around him telling him that he was almost completely passed out and he himself felt as though he'd soon follow. He let a contented smile creep up onto his face, satisfaction and a strange feeling of curiosity still lingering throughout his mind. He'd accomplished his goal of getting him into that short discussion regarding the way he felt about sex, though he'd never expected it to end in some childish bet to see who could go longer without it. It certainly was easy to draw Brian into one, now all he had to do was prove himself.

...

Not even three weeks later and Brian had already begun to grow more irritable, yet stubbornly refused to give in or even speak about the matter. The only responses he'd get when he wanted to discuss the matter were quick, blunt ones that could sometimes consist of only the word 'No.' However annoyed he seemed, he certainly didn't act absent. They went into the studio to record and he still acted the same way around him as he always had and today was no exception. During the quick break they'd taken from recording one of his tracks for the next album, something that the rest of them found quite ridiculous in how many effects, overdubs, and layers they'd, more specifically himself, thrown into that single track, they kept up with creating the six-minute song that he'd combine with the two already finished ones.

"Fred, come on, there's already enough done with that section. Anything else done to it and the tape will be transparent!" Roger argued after stepping away from the microphone.

"And where's the problem in that? It doesn't have the right sound yet and we're just going over it with a few more of your parts and that's that."

"You're not even going to release it as a single! I mean, who's going to purchase this long of a song and which radio station is going to play a track called March of the Black Queen."

"If Pink Floyd can release those long fucking songs, I can write one that's barely seven minutes." Freddie responded, earning a dissatisfied huff from Roger as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Well, at least let him rest Fred. We've been at it for two hours and unless you want to permanently damage his voice, let him rest." John said, standing up from his seat and flashing a pleading glance over at him to ease off of his boyfriend.

Freddie bit back a harsh reply about how he should keep quiet, but stayed silent, instead listening to his request and giving a soft nod in reply. Roger sighed loudly and tossed the headphones he had on over to the chair he had next to him. He gave a smile of appreciation before falling back onto the couch where John was sitting.

"Where's yours anyway?" Roger suddenly asked.

"Where's my what?"

"Boyfriend. He's been missing for the past half hour and you should hound him for a while instead of bitching about my singing." Roger continued, John adding a curious look over at him after he finished his sentence.

"First of all, he can't reach those high notes, nor can I reach some of them, and secondly, he's blowing off some steam right now."

"How so? He doesn't smoke and I highly doubt he'll take any of that jasmine tea we still have. Why would he be ticked off in the first place? You two have a row before we left?"

"Oh of course not, you two would've heard that. Nah, he's just frustrated over certain things." He replied, Roger's sudden laugh and John's slightly interested face following.

"The poor boy. What's he done to be deprived of sex?"

"Let his stubbornness get in the way. We made a bet a few weeks ago about who can go longer without it and he's one hundred percent sure that he could go longer than myself." Freddie explained, Roger giving another immediate laugh as he finished.

"Him? Get like this because he's been missing out on a good shag? That's like John enjoying bondage."

"Don't tell me either of you two wouldn't get wound up without anything for three weeks and from how he's acting about it, he's not giving me fifty pounds anytime soon." He retorted, noticing a very prominent blush upon their bassist's face after Roger's rather crude comment.

"Fair enough. What'd you even agree on?"

Freddie's eyes widened slightly at the simple question. Now that he thought of it, they hadn't actually agreed on any terms regarding the bet. No conditions about what to do and what not to do. Brian had apparently taken that as a sign that he couldn't do anything regarding getting his own relief, as Freddie was quite sure he hadn't taken to doing it himself over the past few weeks even though he himself had.

"Actually, we didn't. It was quite late when I'd brought it up and he was half asleep already when he agreed." Freddie finally answered, earning a sudden scoff from John.

"That gives you plenty of space to do as you please to break him before you eventually cave in yourself."

"Ooh, Deacon playing dirty." Roger teased, absentmindedly twirling a strand of his boyfriend's hair while he picked up on Roger's behalf.

"Look, though I expected you to pick up on it sooner, you made no provisions beforehand so you two are free to do as you please except make love. You can keep yourself quiet for a bit longer if you...err, well, do something yourself..."

"Done that already, but go on." Freddie interrupted, John rolling his eyes while Roger sniggered again.

"And, you're able to break him. He's too kind to stray away from playing fairly, but you're, from what I've seen, not against going or doing what you need to win. I doubt you'd force him into the bedroom, but there's nothing saying you can't act flirtier or more romantic than usual to really push his buttons." John finished.

Freddie hummed quietly to himself for a few moments, running over what the younger man had just told him while ignoring the fact that it was him and not Roger who'd told him to play dirty to try and win. Surely it wasn't hard. Brian was already a sucker for what he told him to lure him into the bedroom in the first place and changing his wording to make sure it didn't sound like it was him who was getting him in there surely didn't seem too difficult. Hell if anything it made it more fun to see how far he could push his boyfriend.

"To be honest, I don't mind helping out." Roger said out of nowhere.

"How on earth would you help out?" John asked, sounding quite unbelieving in his statement.

"Easy and don't worry, I'm not gonna start a threesome. But that all depends on what Mercury wants to do to break his boyfriend. I'm not going to drag him into a room where he's already missing most of his clothes, but I'll help out in certain ways. It'll be a fun thing driving him nuts since he always finds it fun to comment on my relaxed nature when it comes to sex. Hell, John talks about it more than he does."

The sudden slam of a door from the back of the studio kept the three of them quiet for a quick moment before Freddie muttered a quick agreement to Roger's offer to help break him.

"Quick tip before he comes in though. Make sure you jerk off before getting flirty with him unless you're sure you're gonna break him. Can't have your own judgment clouded."

He didn't bother replying, though John managed a quick slap against Roger's arm for his comment just as the door to their room quickly opened and fell shut while their guitarist made his way over to his guitar that was sat in its stand. Brian said nothing while he swung it over his head and impatiently tapped his foot.

"Well? We going to do anything else on this song or just sit there and gawk at me?" He asked, his obvious irritation coating each word that came out of his mouth.

"Just giving our dear Roger a break on his voice." Freddie replied softly, his mind far more relaxed than it had been before their discussion. His own frustration had been testing him, but he'd been able to keep it at bay by doing things on his own terms. It was easy enough and it'd shut any of his body's needs up for at least a few hours. He managed a quick glance over at the other two, seeing John's gaze wandering across the room to avoid any looks over at their guitarist while Roger was currently fighting a smile at the look plastered on the younger boy's face.

"Let's just get this over with." Brian muttered, the three of them abandoning their places on the nearby couches and following his lead to resume what they had been doing.

...

And so Freddie took to Roger and John's advice, making sure to act flirtier than usual and keeping to teasing his lover with being clingier than ever. Brian hadn't sensed any kind of abnormalities or even accused him of trying to break him for with every little thing Freddie did to try and make him snap, he'd just earn complete silence, a huff of annoyance, or a groan of frustration, the latter being the ones he truly relished in evoking as it'd get his hopes rising in that he would break and take him.

He kept doing anything he could to make his boyfriend snap for the next few weeks. In due time, he realized that little flicks of his hands across his body or whispering sweet little sentences into Brian's ear whenever he passed by simply wasn't enough to break that steel like control he had. It became especially clear to him one night back at their flat when Brian hadn't so much batted an eyelid at the little teasing sentence he'd let slip when he came walking back in from his quick walk outside. He figured he'd taken that up to try and clear his mind, that and it tended to get him away from him so that he'd have a break from his flirtatious nature.

Brian marched down to their room, leaving Freddie in the midst of their meddlesome drummer, who was sitting over on the couch behind him, barely paying attention to whatever he'd thrown on their TV and was instead watching with a burning curiosity at what had happened during his brief, one-sided conversation with their guitarist.

"Bad luck, I guess you haven't broken him yet have you?" Roger asked after the door to their bedroom slammed shut.

"Sadly, no. The annoying thing is I've no idea if he's guessed at what I'm trying to do and is upset or is just trying to make me break by being avoidant around me."

"Ah, the old trick of being away from someone. Well, if that is what Brian's doing, then I'll give him credit to trying to play dirty like you're trying to do. However, you haven't been trying hard enough!" Roger began, muting the television and turning back to face him. "You can't keep with little boring sentences like that. Those constant 'You're such a cute thing when you...' or "God you're such a strong boy.' Won't work after a while. Plus, I don't think Bri's one to be fooled by your little gestures either across his body."

"What're you getting at Taylor?" He asked.

"I'm saying that you're putting all your attention on him when you should be putting it on yourself! Make him see you at your best all the time. I mean hell, what would get you going more? Having Bri compliment what you look like or having him sitting on your bed with his legs splayed open without any clothes on? Visuals are the key to get the person going in the first place. Throw on some of your tightest clothes or just wear less than usual, preferably when John and I aren't around, God knows we get enough views of you almost stark naked on stage."

Freddie gave a laugh of satisfaction at the last parts of Roger's sentence, finding that it did sound incredibly intriguing to revert back to how he acted on stage to just Brian and Brian alone. He'd told him plenty of times that what he did out during a concert drove him mental and that was after they had done it only the night before, or at least within the past few days. Now it'd be far easier to lure him into their bedroom if he could replicate what he did for an audience.

"Not a bad idea Rog. Though I'll have to decline keeping that to only our alone time. Don't worry, you won't catch anything you don't want to see."

"I better not." Roger said bluntly, adding a disapproving glance towards their bedroom. "Lord knows how he's lasted this long already. It's been what, almost two months?"

"Something like that-"

"Hell, I'm thankful John's never gotten like that. Putting a bet between the two of us and leaving me without anything for two months would drive me mad, though to be fair it's not hard to get him on top of me even if...What are you doing?" Roger asked, dropping his talk about his lover and looking over at him.

The sound of their door opening had grabbed his attention, making him decide that it was better to start acting on their drummer's advice as soon as possible as he slipped his t-shirt off and stuffed it behind the couch pillow to keep it out of Brian's sight, accidentally hitting the glass of beer he'd had next to him, hearing it shatter against the wood floor that bordered their living room carpet.

"Acting on your advice now zip it." He hissed in response, an immediate idea forming in his mind as he leaned over and yanked one of the towels off of their countertop.

"What on earth was that?" Brian asked as he came out from their hallway.

Freddie fought back any kind of laughter and looked up from his seat on their floor and over to their guitarist whose gaze immediately darkened as his gaze flashed across the uncovered top half of his body.

"Oh, nothing. I was just talking to Rog and I'd knocked my cup over." He said, adding a painstakingly sweet innocence over his words, though he allowed a bit of the sultry vulgarity to slip into its undertones.

"A-and your shirt?" Brian began.

"What? I'm not allowed to take my shirt off in our own home?"

"W-well yes you are b-but it's...it's not that-"

Freddie ignored Brian's stuttering and leaned back down to clean up the mess he'd just made, flashing a quick look behind him to see his lover uncomfortably rubbing the back of his neck, his rigid frame unmoving and focus solely on him. Come on, you can take me here, Roger'll leave us alone. He thought absentmindedly, his own arousal stirring around in his body as he lowered his upper body down to the floor to clean up his spilled drink. He brought his legs up a bit more, making sure to push his lower body out a bit more as he felt his pants tighten around his waist.

"You can help out a bit if you want." He suggested, slowing his movements so that his partner had a clear view of every tiny movement his muscles made, every time he paused making sure to add the gratuitous flex of them as well.

He looked over at him, holding back a smirk at the frustrated look in the younger man's eyes, the harsh bite mark left upon his bottom lip, and his now crossed legs that he continually shifted to try and hide what he assumed was the ultimate symbol that him on his hands and knees was indeed affecting him in just the right way.

"N-no...I'm..." Brian began, his gaze moving towards his lower body before he started up again, "I'm just heading back out..." He sighed, pulling his gaze off of him and quickly walking out of their apartment, not even bothering to say a goodbye to either of them.

"Alright I think you've gotten some kind of progress in breaking him." Roger said, instantly reminding him that he had just witnessed the entire exchange between him and his lover.

"I know so." Freddie replied.

"God I hope you did. Now stop sticking your ass in the air and put your shirt back on."

...

The day came and went like usual. Brian returned from his walk not long after he had left while their bassist remained missing, though Roger had reassured him that he was just out planning something between the two of them for the night. He didn't delve much more into that, leaving the possibilities and ideas of what they were doing to sit in the open. It didn't take much longer before Roger was rushing out of the house, now properly dressed in a recently cleaned outfit and now properly styled hair, ushering a quick goodbye to no one in particular, and leaving him alone with his own partner, who was being particularly clingy tonight.

Brian was nestled up next to him, his arms wrapped tightly around his middle and his face pressed against the side of his neck. He seemed to be lost in between sleep and consciousness, his breathing slow and heavy, but his continuous movements told him that he wasn't completely lost yet.

"How's your day been love?" He asked, trying to wake him up so that he'd take another hit at getting him into their bedroom.

"Hmm?" He asked dreamily "Oh, just fine." He replied, burying his face deeper into the crook of his neck, his own heart fluttering in his chest as he pressed himself closer to his boyfriend.

"Everything's been fine? No issues, nothing troubling you...?" He asked, trying to see if Brian would let any clues slip about his current position.

"Not now Fred. If it matters, I have been perfectly fine." He answered curtly, that earlier softness gone now that he'd gotten back to the topic of their bet.

"And you're sure about that."

"I have been absolutely fine without sex until now and I doubt that you'll break me with some idle chatter." He said, a tinge of bitterness slipping into his words as he turned over to face him, their faces a mere centimeter from touching. His gaze, while soft and full of that heart-melting adoration and kindness, was still fiery from his fierce determination to win out this bet and prove him wrong.

"All's good then. Glad to hear." He began, wriggling himself out of Brian's grip and turning to look back at him, feeling a sharp guilt come over him at the lost expression on his face. He gave a gentle smile, "If you need me, I'll be freshening up. I'll be out here in a bit, don't worry darling." He finished, adding a gentle run of his fingers through his lover's hair before heading away.

Freddie headed down the hall, now leaving him to his solitude to let him do as he pleased. He was still feeling that lovely dreamy feeling of being able to have just some alone time with their guitarist that wouldn't end in some rigorous sex session. That's where he got the idea that he couldn't filter any lust into the moment. He had to make it much gentler to try and break him this time around. Perhaps that was a good thing. Brian was far more sensitive in this state than if he'd caught him in one of his frustrated moods.

He stripped himself of his clothing, carelessly tossing it over into the small pile that had formed by their dresser and threw on the black robe that was hanging up on the back of their door, turning around only to grab one of the clean, sleeveless, black shirts he had in their dresser along with a pair of one of the smaller pairs of jeans he owned, deciding to start to act on the other bit of Roger's advice. Just a quick shower and cleaning himself up in general should be something to grab Brian's attention. He walked out of their bathroom, trying to get a glimpse of his lover on their couch and saw him soundlessly sleeping on the sofa, a soft sigh making its way out of him. He returned to the room, closing the door and wasting absolutely no time in twisting the knob of the shower on and beginning his attempt to make him irresistible to his lover.

...

After spending a generous amount of time to properly preen before going back out there, Freddie was both relieved and surprised that Brian hadn't come by to rap on the bathroom door and that Roger and John hadn't returned from their own date, though there was always the chance that they might not even return that night at all. Now he was taking his time to get the rest of the more persistent tangles out of his hair now that it had been roughed up from the hairdryer in an effort to give it that soft touch that his boyfriend simply adored.

It's enough, hell, he'd take you with just the tight jeans on. He told himself, pulling at the front of his trousers to alleviate some of the pressure around his lower body, knowing well enough that he wasn't going to throw on any undergarments if there was already this little available space, that and if he didn't throw any on and won this bet with this move, it'd drive Brian mental. The devilish scent of the cologne filled the small space, completely overpowering the previous scent of what he had used to clean up with in the shower along with the musky scent that came from before when he'd taken to shaving off any of the once prominent stubble that had covered his face.

With that, he hung the slightly damp robe up on top of one of the hooks on the back of the door and headed back out, seeing his lover walk back down the hall and immediately pausing to gawk at him, the quick movement of his legs and the twitch of his hands telling him enough that the look was already affecting him. 

"Sorry for taking so long, just wanted to finally have a proper grooming session." He told him in a soft, dreamy voice.

Brian stayed firmly planted in his spot in the middle of the hall, his eyes rapidly running across his body, Freddie gladly taking notice of when and where they would pause. He shifted his legs, lifting his hips up a bit from the door to push his bulge against the tight fabric of his jeans to make sure he was getting the full view. Attraction and lust began burning in his gaze, the previous sleepiness vanishing in an instant as Freddie twirled a strand of his own hair around in his fingers.

"Since we haven't really done much today, I was thinking we could go out a bit tonight. Just you and I. Nothing else to bother us. I'm sure you-"

Brian lunged at him, latching his arms around his chest and attacking his mouth with a renewed vigor and ferocity that immediately stole his breath from him. The nimble touch of his lover's fingers across his chest and around to his back sent a sharp shiver of arousal through his body, the immediate touch of his other hand trailing along the waistband of his jeans suddenly making his body more aware of anything Brian was doing and what he would do.

One of his partner's hands suddenly disappeared from his body yet Freddie was more focused on the soft touch along the front of his pants, feeling one of his lover's fingers trail down along from the top of the zipper, across his stimulated member, and right down to the covered tip. In an instant, he felt Brian part one of his free hands and stuff a wad of paper into it and letting his now empty hand curl around the side of his shirt.

"T-take it." Brian said breathlessly, pulling back for a moment, any of those previously seen gentle emotions disappearing as dominancy seared through it. "I don't care, take the damn thing and we're gonna do it."

Freddie looked over and saw the crumpled fifty-pound bill in his hand and pushed it into his pocket, turning to look back at the fierce gaze of his boyfriend before giving a quick nod in response. Without wasting even a second, Brian practically dragged him over to their bedroom, throwing the door open, and landing on top of their bed. His lover pushed his hands out away from his body, his mouth finding its way to the side of his throat, the sudden piercing of his teeth into the tender skin combining with the violent snapping and sucking making his arousal stir anxiously within him. His wrists twisted against the palms of Brian's hands, desperately trying to free themselves so that he could work on getting his partner's clothes off of him.

"Oh no, don't you dare think you're having an ounce of control in this session. I'm gonna rip that right out of your hands if you show any sort of opposition." Brian spat against the side of throat, his hold around his wrists tightening as he dug them into the mattress. Freddie felt a prickle of excitement run down his spine at the sheer power that covered his boyfriend's words as he let that small smirk of excitement creep up onto his face.

"I'll let you have your fun; don't you worry love."

His lover was completely oblivious to what he had just told him for he kept up with everything he was doing beforehand and giving no kind of reply. Freddie finally tore his hands away from Brian's hard grip, hearing him huff out of annoyance, but he made no attempt to grab them again. Instead he felt his hands run along his shirt, his nails hungrily scratching at the fabric as he ran them up to the low neckline, the little movements of his fingers against his bare skin starting to beat his control to the ground. 

Brian let out a low growl of frustration, immediately bringing one of his hands around his partner's back and lifted his lower body off of the bed, the sudden touch of that more than obvious bulge in his jeans hitting his rapidly hardening member made his primal instincts become more prominent as he carelessly followed whatever it was they wanted. He'd had to put up with pushing them to the back of his mind for ages and now he could do so no more, the sheer desire to finally have those primitive urges settled finally won out against his patience. No one's patience was completely indestructible, but he had least hoped it would have been stronger than Freddie's, the one who almost always lured him into the bedroom and had little to no patience at times while he was the one who could keep his intact.

He glanced down at the older man, already seeing those serpents of pleasure and lust start to darken his gaze while he tore at the white duvet beneath them, his chest already raising and falling quite quickly as he took in those heavy, labored breaths. Despite this, his face seemed to be completely covered in self-satisfaction and calmness. He figured he was relishing in his victory over him with this silly little bet they had made but he couldn't care less about his lover's success or his own defeat. All he wanted was every last inch of his lover's body to be inseparable from his own.

A soft groan of satisfaction fell out of his mouth through his clenched teeth as he reopened his eyes, focusing them on his boyfriend's still covered body. Without wasting another second, he went along with the first impulse that had surface in his mind and latched his mouth against Freddie's, hearing him let a quiet gasp escape as he attacked every corner of his mouth that he could reach, feeling him eagerly reciprocate inside his own. The little flicks of his tongue along the side of his, the occasional snap at his bottom lip that he made while he pulled off of him, or just the simple synchronized movements of his lips across his own made his arousal scorch through his body and in turn make his stiffening cock fight against the confinements of his clothing.

Every desire, every wish, every compulsion that his subconscious threw at him he blindly followed. If he wanted to feel a certain part of his body, his hands would immediately move across him to feel it and he'd continue to obey his animalistic side as though he had yet to evolve past its instincts. Freddie gave a soft whine of longing, a sudden wave of lust making its way through his body as he followed the next urge and firmly gripped the center of his shirt with both of his hands, giving little thought to his actions as he tore the fabric in two with one hard movement. His boyfriend looked down at the now torn garment, his eyes wide with shock yet growing darker with a fresh layer of lust making its way into his gaze as he felt his lover's cock give a vicious swell against his leg.

"Don't need that old thing anymore." He said, letting his eyes scour his now uncovered chest, his heart racing even faster inside his own as he brought his mouth down away from his bruise covered throat and over to the top of his chest, ravenously biting at his collarbone as he ran his hands along his stomach, more specifically that thick patch of hair along the middle of his, soft waves of both arousal and slight pleasure lolling through his body at the rough touch.

Freddie suddenly tensed up at the attention his body was receiving from his lover's hands, the highly sensitive part of his lower stomach bringing a quick jolt of arousal down his spine whenever his hands would roam across it. He wanted to take some kind of initiative and take his own trousers off now that they were becoming unbearably tight around his swelling cock, every surge of growth making them tighten around his lower body as it would beg for freedom from the garment. Not only was his touch driving his nerves mental, but that loud, quick moaning he was making from the side of his neck mixing with the sucking he was still continuing with along the recently freed parts of his upper body was just making it harder and harder for him to remain composed beneath his lover since he knew any little slippage of what he wanted him to do to him would be met with either eagerness or punishment.

However, his body did not seem to want to listen to his mind. At the moment Brian's mouth moved just barely an inch south, his body let out a rather loud whine of desire as he pushed his hips even closer against the younger man's lower body, hearing a small gasp escape from him as he gave a quick buck against his member. Freddie waited for him to say anything, yet the only noises were the shuffling of clothing and both of their heavy breathing filling the room around them. It wasn't until he heard the unzipping of one of their trousers that he finally got the idea of what his response to his whine would be, and due to the lack of any relief around his own nether regions, he could easily tell where his boyfriend's plans were going.

He forced open his eyes and turned his head to face his partner, completely taken aback at the hard lust in his eyes as he threw his own shirt off of him, leaving him hovering above him in solely his boxers, the large bulge within them sending a sharp wave of arousal through his body as he fought back a groan at the sudden swell his dick gave against its confinements.

Brian didn't even need to say anything about what he wanted, the silent communication between the two of them was enough, that and he was still covered from the waist down and there was no way in hell that his lover was going to let him lose the rest of his outfit until he took it off for him. He bit down on his bottom lip, tackling the younger man and pushing down on his chest to hold him there.

"Oh come on Bri," He teased, drawing a small line down the center of his chest as he studied the sudden alarm in his eyes at the quick change in positions, "You honestly think that you're going to be completely in control this entire time..."

Freddie laid his hand against the hem of his lover's boxers, hearing his breathing speed up at just how close he was to actually touching him. He ran along with the sudden impulse within him as his own lust started getting the better of both his control and thoughts and shoved his hand down inside of his boxers, immediately wrapping his hand around his hard length, feeling Brian suddenly buck up to his touch and let out a gasp of surprise, his heavy breaths soon morphing into soft moans of pleasure as he teased the tip of his hard member with his thumb, leaving the rest of his fingers to lightly run along the first few inches of his cock.

"As I said, it never takes much to get you going." He sultrily whispered, watching as his lover's face screwed up every time he gave his member a hard squeeze.

"L-like you w-were b-being stubborn a-about getting in h-here." Brian retorted, his sentence breaking up each time he'd reach the base, his head soon falling back down into the pillows as he felt a sharp shudder pass through his boyfriend's tense frame.

"And you're the one who snapped." Freddie reminded, giving him no time to respond as he removed the torn shirt around his shoulders, letting the old garment fall lazily to the floor as he quickly removed his partner's boxers, carelessly tossing them over the side of the mattress as his gaze drifted across his completely uncovered body, every inch of it seeming more and more tantalizing after not having been able to touch it for so long. The younger man gave a soft sigh of relief as he parted his legs for him, slowly starting to move his hips just so, allowing the side of his member to run along the side of his waist, Freddie letting out a soft hum of pleasure as he nestled himself between his legs, resting his one of his hands along the top of his legs and the other resuming its stroking along his cock before he looked back up at his estranged lover. Those thick clouds of lust stirred around in his hazel gaze, rapidly darkening them to mere shadows, expectancy and slight desperation covering his face, the latter becoming even more prominent with every tug of his hand along his shaft.

Glad to see he's not arguing with me this time around. He thought gleefully, trailing his free hand up along his sensitive sides and feeling his member give a sudden pulse against his palm, making his own push even more so against his outfit as he repositioned himself and brought both his hands over to his waist, hearing a quiet groan escape from his lover at the loss of his hands. Even if he had wanted to pull out longer, he gave in to the temptation and brought his mouth down to his lower body, softly biting and nipping at the skin surrounding his length.

God I'll kill him if he k-keeps this up for another damn minute. Brian thought impatiently, digging his nails into the sheets to help force back another harsh groan of impulsiveness at Freddie's soft movements around his painfully stiff cock. It hadn't taken much to get him to this state of delirium, the long fight to keep his control intact finally ending as he took to berating himself for giving into his boyfriend's teasing. He'd known ever since he 'accidentally' broke that glass that he had been trying to play around with his emotions to try and break him and was merely trying to hold out just a bit longer, waiting for his lover to slip up and let out any sort of sentence that he wanted this. If only he'd remained vigilant for even a few more days, surely he would've messed up and he wouldn't be in this damn position of defeat.

A heavy groan of frustration froze in his throat as Freddie drew a long line up from his inner thigh right to the tip of his member with the tip of his tongue, only flattening it out against his shaft before he closed his mouth around the head. Another shot of arousal shot through his body as he tugged his lover closer, digging his nails into his back as he placed his hands around his waist. Pitiful gasps of pleasure continually fell out of his mouth as he flicked his tongue across the sensitive head of his member, every little touch across it making his body wince. He soon felt one of Freddie's hands firmly wrap around the base of his shaft, adding in a few soft strokes along the base, making his body instinctively thrust up into his mouth.

He gave a desperate whine of dissatisfaction as Freddie removed his mouth from his length, looking down at him and delicately laying his free hand across the center of his chest. "You poor thing, you're oh so sensitive. Maybe I should go slower." He said softly, adding a hard tug at his length and evoking a hard yelp of pleasure.

Freddie climbed on top of him and looked him straight in the eye. "Come now, if you still think you have some sort of edge over me with that powerful control of yours, show me." He ordered, placing his legs on either side of him and laying himself across his lower body, his ass just barely making contact with his cock.

"Oh G-God...G-get back down t-there you l-little brat..." He stuttered, his breath halting in his throat as he felt the tip of one of his fingers hover above the tip of his dick once again, the faint touch making his body start to tremble from anticipation.

"Now now Bri darling, don't try to rush this. I mean you've already proven to me that you desperately need this. I could just leave you here and let you provoke your own orgasm if you'd like?"

"Y-You're bluffing-" He began, trying to see if he could crack Freddie's control with as much skill as he had in the past, yet all he got was a small smirk of pride.

"Shall I put that into practice? Or are you going to be a patient little thing if you wanna get your guts?"

Freddie continued to tease the head of his aching length while continuing to push himself against his lower body, making sure to move back the slightest bit so that he could tease his body even more so before moving back up. He swallowed thickly before shoving his desperation back and looking up to meet his boyfriend's fiery gaze. He let his head fall back down into the pillows behind him as he felt his lover's hard grip return to the base of his cock as he slid back down to between his legs. His hot mouth soon returned to the head of his shaft as he slowly took down the first few inches of his member down into his mouth, his tongue eagerly running along any part of it that he could reach while he left his hands to softly massage the tender skin surrounding it.

I-I'll get him back, just you wait you little devil. Brian swore to himself. But for now he took to enjoying the first steady flashes of pleasure that were sparking through his body. He buried his hands into the pillows behind him, viciously gripping them as he tried to steady his breathing through all of this. Yet every little movement of his tongue along his length, the gentle movements of his lips around the ones his tongue had yet to reach, and that soft touch along his inner thigh and lower belly made everything he tried to do far harder than usual.

He'll have his fun later...Freddie thought as he brought his tongue down to lap at that sensitive patch at the edge of his cock, a thick moan, almost cry, of pleasure escaping from his lover. He resisted the urge to undo the button to his own trousers, knowing that he couldn't give up his ploy to seem like he himself wasn't already losing so much of his own control to stay calm and composed. He would gladly give in right then and there, hell he wanted to give in. Brian wouldn't dare object or even say another word if he asked him to take him at any point before the grand event. He'd leap for the chance to get back inside him, and he himself would as well, but where would his benefit be? He'd beaten him already, so where was the fun in simply engaging in this long awaited session if he let his lover have all the control and dominancy while he took his usual submissive stance beneath him? There was no doubt in his mind that, in a sense, Brian would be in control once they got to the final part of their night, but there was no way in hell he was letting him have it the entire time, not after he'd at least teased around with his lover's downfall.

Freddie gave a soft hum around his partner's cock, watching his jaw fall slack against the pillows as his chest raised up from the bed, the fabric of the pillowcase straining as he violently tugged at it, a long string of gasps and moans falling out of his lover as he was forced to push against Brian's lower body to keep him from rapidly driving into his mouth. He couldn't help but feel a burst of self-pride in knowing that he'd driven his boyfriend mad so soon and with barely any effort required to get him to this point. With that feeling, he took down another inch, leaving the last two out as he began lightly sucking at his length, a loud moan of pleasure escaping from the younger man as he attempted to thrust up into his mouth once again.

He pulled back and let his cock slip out of his mouth, Brian's body giving a sudden jerk as he released his hold on the pillows and tried to latch its hands to the back of his head to get him back down there.

"Ah ah, not so fast pretty boy." Freddie cooed, leaning back in and adding a gratuitous prod of his still covered cock against Brian's, a soft moan of pleasure escaping from himself at the mere touch of it against his own. The desire to go ahead into their final part rose up again, making him fight back both a scowl and any words about what he wanted to go and do that would make him seem like he was giving up.

"F-Freddie please...Oh God you can do this all you want next time but for God's sake n-not now..." Brian pleaded, absentmindedly moving his lower body against his own which in turn made it even harder for him to keep still, though he didn't fight back any gasps or sighs of pleasure.

He hummed softly before kneeling back down and hovering just a mere inch above his chest. "I'll do as I please. Don't worry, if you act patient I'll let you have all the fun later on. Think about that baby," He began, pressing his ass back against his lover's cock, a sharp wave of arousal spreading through his body as he felt it pulse through the fabric of his clothing. "Being back inside me, getting all that frustration out of you, letting your animal side out and making me shriek. Hell you'd probably cum if I just took the rest of my outfit off."

Brian looked up at him, silently pleading for some kind of mercy so that he'd have him back around his stiff cock once again. God he was probably right about how little it'd take to finish him off right then and there. Just the mere thought of getting back inside of him was making his excitement and arousal run rampant through his body. He gritted his teeth as Freddie traced his hand across the hem of his jeans, dragging them over to the zipper and quickly pulling it down, his length pressing the fabric outwards and making his own give a painful throb as he was certain he'd managed to get harder than he already was.

The older man fell back between his legs and in no time took down every inch of his cock in one swift movement, his eyes widening with shock as he began sucking at his length, adding the occasional drag of his tongue up along the underside. His body remained tense, just in case Freddie decided to pull off of him again and engage in another demeaning conversation. Yet with every movement he made with his tongue, every little moan he made around his cock, and every suck he made with that hot mouth around him told him that he wasn't going anywhere for a while. Freddie made sure to keep his lower body against the bed, firmly pushing against his waist to make sure he didn't move too much. He would've helped, usually using some kind of control to keep still and not writhe around like this was the first time he'd ever had someone's mouth around his member, yet there wasn't any left for him to use. He was already using the frail strand of it to keep him beneath his lover and not take him himself.

His partner began lightly bobbing his head along his length, adding the slow movements of that with the rather quick licks of his tongue and fast sucking, the already present flashes of pleasure morphing into a much stronger, continuous wave of it. He was already quickly being reduced to a moaning mess even though he could just tell that Freddie wasn't even close to being done with him yet. Knowing him he had something else hidden to try and make him even more desperate to move on even though he had long ago reached that peak, now it was just him toying around with him and he had every right to do so.

"Ngh...Oh God Freddie..." He moaned, feeling his lover snicker from beneath him, a curse freezing in his throat at the added vibration around his cock. In that moment of distraction, he released his tight grip on the pillows and entangled his fingers into his black tresses. He looked down at him, his body giving a sharp shudder at the mere sight of him with his cock down his throat and his own look of eagerness that was poorly hidden. Even with his attempts to seem composed, Brian could easily tell through his own cloud of pleasure that had fogged up his thoughts that Freddie was starting to let his excitement come to the surface. He felt one of his hands leave his waist and trail up his inner thigh as he began cupping and stroking his balls with his fingers, making sure to roll them around and lightly tug at them to frustrate and please him even more so. The added touch around his nether regions evoked another loud moan of pleasure as he tried once again to try and thrust up into his boyfriend's tight throat, yet was immediately stopped by Freddie's free hand that was still latched around his waist. He expected him to pull off again and start to mock his truly hysterical state. He couldn't stop his moans even if he wanted to, his mind and body far too lost in the overall enjoyment of being able to have some sort of promise of satisfaction and release in any way possible. 

Freddie looked up at his lover, meeting his gaze for a split second as he batted his eyes rather innocently while he swallowed thickly around his cock, adding a quick tug with his other hand that was still occupied with the other portion of his member. Brian broke eye contact immediately, his head falling back into the pillows as he gave a hard pull at his hair, his own dick giving a hard throb against its confinements. He'd been thankful that his earlier action of pulling down his zipper had only affected his boyfriend's control and didn't make it seem like he was trying to relieve some of the pressure around his aching length. Good Lord did he want him to do all those things he'd listed to him when he had last spoken to him. He'd been craving it for ages yet had been able to hold back solely because of his own releases that he'd brought himself. Brian on the other hand apparently hadn't gone about doing it himself, meaning that the predictions between him and the other two had been right. There would be no way imaginable that he'd be this frantic over a mere blowjob session if he had been finding some way to get his own climax. He almost pitied him, but damn he had to admit this was far too fun being able to play around with him like he was able to be the dominant one for once. Testing his patience even more so and making him the most frustrated he'd seen him in ages was driving his senses and excitement insane. His own arousal continued to skyrocket at his own actions around his lover's member, the feeling of having it at the back of his throat while the taste of his precum along the back of his tongue and steadily dripping down his throat made it extremely difficult to keep himself away from finishing him off entirely.

After swallowing once more around his boyfriend's member and garnering another thick groan of pleasure, Freddie glanced back up at him as soon as his movements began to slow. His moans were starting to grow longer and lower while his attempts to thrust up into his mouth were completely abandoned. His mouth hung open as his eyes fell shut, his cock starting to pulse rather violently against his tongue. He'd usually take to holding back and trying to bring him even closer to the edge, but this time that wasn't an option. Any sudden movement would provoke his release and the last thing either of them wanted was for this thing to end like that. Freddie quickly pulled off of his lover's member and latched his hands around Brian's wrists, pressing them into the mattress to keep him from doing anything himself.

"Get back down t-there...Oh God I-I'm so close..."

Freddie seated himself on his lower body again and glanced down at him. "There's no way in hell I'm letting you go like that."

He heard him let out a rather dissatisfied whine before he gave up his attempts to free himself from his grasp. They met each other's gazes again, Freddie only having a split second to notice a fire spread through his lover's hazel gaze before he wrenched his hands free from his weakening grip, wrapped his arms around his chest, and flipped the two of them over, his hands pinning his arms against the mattress.

"My turn." Brian whispered darkly as he released the hold around one of his arms and immediately brought it down to the hem of his jeans. The gentle touch around the sensitive area made his control shake as a soft noise of pleasure made its way out of his mouth once he reached the top of his nether regions. He resisted the urge to grind himself against his palm that was placed directly against his still covered length, Brian making sure to make a few seemingly random movements with his free hand while the other continued to roam across his lower body, his own efforts to get him to break like had becoming more and more effective as his own desperation for any kind of pleasure began growing more prominent.

The little lights of desperation began lighting up his boyfriend's gaze as he hovered above him, feeling his body twitch whenever he came across the middle of his lower body and he'd make a miniscule movement down towards his member. It was only when Freddie raised his body up from the mattress and made contact with his own body that he took to moving on. He tore the tight fitting trousers off of him, letting them carelessly fall back down to the ground. His eyes rested upon his lower body, only barely registering Freddie's sigh of appreciation now that he'd been freed from the clothing prison that had been stuck around his lower body. The desire to immediately jump into the final bit of their session rose up within him as he pulled him closer, feeling his engorged shaft run against his and even earning a quiet gasp from the older man as he tried to buck up from beneath him.

He tore himself away from him for a split second, throwing open the nightstand drawer and snatching a bottle of lube from the back of it. He unscrewed the cap and threw it off the side of the bed, knowing that he wouldn't need it for the rest of this session or possibly ever again. Freddie parted his legs even more so, allowing him to easily place himself between them. He emptied a generous amount of the transparent substance out onto his fingers, bringing the bottle down between Freddie's legs and poured even more against his entrance.

"Come on Bri..." Freddie breathed, hearing him let out a soft mewl of impatience.

"Look who's getting edgy now." He began, placing two of his fingers up at his entrance and lightly rubbing them around it, "As you've said, it's time for me to have my fun. Don't worry, you'll follow what I say and you won't have to sit here for as long as you toyed with me."

Freddie seemed like he was about to object to what he had told him, but he quickly silenced his attempts and pressed the two digits up inside of him, his eyes widening for a split second before he began twisting them around within him, hearing a few satisfied noises fall from his mouth as his eyes fell halfway shut. He spread his fingers apart within him, hearing him let a little squeak escape just before he wrapped his free hand around his cock, earning a short moan of pleasure as he began syncing his movements together, making sure that every time he pulled his fingers back he'd bring his hand down to the base of his member and doing the opposite right after.

Just as he had predicted, Freddie followed the same track that he did now that he was able to enjoy his own kind of pleasure. Although he didn't seem as delirious as he had been during his own, he was certainly growing closer and closer to his state of being when they had started. Hell who was he kidding? He was still on the edge of losing himself and letting those desires take control of his mind and body while he'd enjoy whatever it was that they were planning to do to his lover. He'd already agreed to act on one of them, but the time for that would come once Freddie reached his own pleasure-induced hysteria.

The singer writhed around beneath his lover's body, trying to bring his focus back under his control yet with every twist of his fingers within him tore more of it away from him. He'd completely forgotten what it was like to have someone else bring him pleasure and more importantly what this level of excitement was like. He could easily see the look of anticipation that was still plastered onto Brian's face and how it still wouldn't take much to get him to really lose control, but for now he let him do as he pleased and to fulfill his earlier promise to him. 

Every little movement Brian made sent another flash of pleasure down his spine. Whether it be from the slow strokes along his length, the occasional focus he placed along the head in which he'd flick his thumb across the tip and let the others softly rub against the sides, his quick movements of his fingers within him of repeating a steady back and forth movement, or whenever he'd spread them apart within him and manage to stretch him out even more so. His breathing had quickened to a fast panting and the ability to stay completely silent had long been taken out of his control. A continuous string of soft moans fell out of his mouth while he constantly clawed at the messed up blankets beneath the two of them.

Brian suddenly pulled the two digits out of him, the sudden emptiness making him hiss with aggravation as he released his hold around his shaft. "You're just as desperate as me Mercury."

"A-at least I'm not the one who was close to crying 'cause he didn't finish." He retaliated, his breath hitching in his throat as he felt his hand around the base of his member.

"But you're just as sensitive. Maybe even more than I am?" He tried, pushing his fingers back up inside him within the same breath as he resumed his preparation. He was close to cursing him out for using his earlier motives against him, slightly regretting his choice to tease him like that now that he was in a similar situation. It didn't take much longer for Brian to start adding some more power to his movements within him, the already evident pleasure heightening at the more obvious twists of his fingers within him.

A single beg for more hung at the edge of his lips as his lover scissored against his muscles, eliciting a string of low, hungry moans as he slowly ran his hand down to the base of his cock, pausing for a quick second before he released it again. He was about to cry out in opposition, but remained quiet as he kept the two digits up inside of him, instead pushing them as deep as he could and making a few forward movements with his hand to bring his lower body up from the bed beneath him.

Brian hovered over his boyfriend, devouring every little twitch of his face and every single noise that made its way out of his mouth, his own arousal starting to break his already frail control. Those animalistic desires began growing stronger and more powerful with every movement he made inside of Freddie and those reactions he got were only making them even stronger. However, this was the only time he'd have to get back at him for what he'd done to him right before this and he wasn't going to give up and let him have the satisfaction in breaking him while he was lost in his own pleasure.

With that, Brian pulled his fingers out him again, hearing him gasp at the sudden loss again as he raised his hips up from the bed and kicked at the blankets. "Dammit B-Brian d-don't-"

"Don't stop? Oh but where's the fun in rushing? You're so sensitive right now, wouldn't want to ruin it." He teased, using his earlier words against him as that devilish playfulness snuck back into his partner's dark gaze.

He trailed his hand down his side, letting the tips of his fingers softly run along the side of his rear as he felt his body tense up at the added touch along his lower body. Before he could really get to enjoy the sensation, Brian removed both of his hands from him, reaching over to the bottle that he'd tossed aside not too long beforehand. He poured another large amount out onto the same fingers he'd been using and added a smaller amount along his other hand. Freddie gave a longing sigh as he tightened his hold around the sheets, the desperation on his face telling him that he was trying his best to not engage in any sort of self-pleasure at the time. He leaned in and pressed the three fingers right up inside of him, watching him jerk forward slightly before letting out a moan of appreciation at the extra digit he'd thrown in. Soon after he latched his hand around his engorged cock, another loud moan escaping from him as he resumed his preparation once more.

Freddie let out a soft mewl of pleasure as his lover spread his fingers apart once again within him, the movement following just making it harder for him to keep quiet about how he too wanted to move on now. His mind was growing blurry, his control beaten and almost completely shattered, and every inch of his body was begging for more. He didn't want Brian to lose control now just so that he could tease him regarding how he'd won the bet, he wanted him to lose it so that he could see the contrasting parts of his personality rise to the surface. The primal shadows of lust were still burning within his gaze, but his determination to remain vigilant through it all was beating it out. Maybe all he had to do was actually give in. He knew that Brian's control was far weaker than his at this moment in time and that the only reason why he hadn't completely caved in yet was because he was still enjoying himself with what he was doing to him, yet hadn't had enough of a push to get him to snap.

"F-faster...Christ Brian..." He moaned as he tightened around his fingers, "G-God come on..."

"D-desperate now aren't y-you?" Brian asked.

"Yesss..." He hissed feebly, "Oh God please..."

He gave a sudden tug at the blankets as Brian repeated a string of back and forth movements while he let go of his hard grip around his cock. He leant in and latched his mouth against his throat, hungrily running his tongue across the damp skin as he removed one of his hands from the blankets and reached out to grab his lover's stiff length. Brian suddenly gave a loud moan against his neck as he gave a quick movement forward with the three digits that were still within him, evoking a groan of pleasure from himself that rivaled the younger man's. He immediately began bucking up to his touch, moaning heavily as he sped up his twists within him, slowly starting to lose that rhythm that he'd gathered beforehand.

"Forget the preparing Brian, you've d-done enough, c-come on and fuck me..." He whispered against the shell of his ear, "That's gotta be b-better than fucking my hand."

Brian didn't even reply, he merely removed all three of his fingers at once, the emptiness once again making his lover growl in dissatisfaction. He elected to ignore that and eyed his body again, every inch of him making his primitive side take over more and more of his composure, especially the ones he knew Freddie longed for him to touch again. Steady streams of sweat fell across the sides of his face and down to his already soaked chest, his mouth was partly opened as he continued his heavy panting, his eyes were dark with pure longing and lust, the two swarming his gaze and nearly eliminating any essence of that lovely brandy color and leaving behind a pure dark shadow.

Freddie turned his gaze over to his partner, a sudden wave of arousal making his breathing shake as he ran his eyes across his lover's body. His chest was dripping wet, his whole body flushed a deep shade of red, his curls damp and clinging to the sides of his neck and shoulders, his hard cock almost touching his own, but it was his eyes that caught his attention the most. Fiery lust hardened his gaze as wolf-like shadows covered any sense of composure that he might have still possessed and an uncontrollable desire stole any soft light that would ignite his gaze to that gentle brightness.

His lover suddenly fell off of him, rolling over to the opposite side of their bed and slightly parting his legs. The first thought that entered his mind was that he wanted the two of them to switch positions, but Brian quickly disproved the idea as he took in a deep inhalation.

"Get on t-top of me..."

Excitement coursed through his body as he found his voice again, biting at his bottom lip as he leant back onto his knees, gently laying both his hands across Brian's slightly trembling stomach as he tried his best to steady his breath circulation. He grabbed the bottle of lube and emptied the rest of the bottle into his hand, throwing the now empty tube over the end of their bed and turning his attention back to his partner.

"Naughty boy..." Freddie purred as he crawled over, "Letting me to have some control? Or are you just drained already and want me to do all the work?" He wrapped his hand around his lover's member, slowly moving it along his shaft and spreading the abundant amount of the transparent substance along it. "Or are you just in the mood to see me on top of you for once?" He swung his leg over Brian's stomach and seated himself against his lower body, a jolt of arousal making its way through his body as he felt his lover's member pressed against his ass. "Oh I know you want me to ride the daylights out of you..."

He pressed his cock against his boyfriend's stomach, feeling a soft shudder pass through him as he raised his lower body up from the bed and ran his length along the curve of his rear. Freddie repositioned himself above his partner, hearing his breathing freeze in his throat as he teased him once more, letting only the mere tip of his member enter him for a split second before he'd pull back. It was only when he let out a harsh growl of frustration did he finally give in. In that moment that Brian was distracted, he pressed himself down against his lower body, his jaw falling slack as he slowly let him enter him, stopping only once he'd reached the base of his lover's cock, a long sigh of satisfaction escaping from him as he tightened his hold around Brian's chest.

Freddie remained still on top of him, but Brian was completely lost in the onslaught of pleasure that had crashed over him, a continuous string of heavy moans and gasps making their way out of his mouth as his hands flew up and wrapped themselves around Freddie's waist. His boyfriend pushed his hands harder against his stomach, forcing his body to keep still and not erratically thrust up inside of him, even though that was exactly what he wanted to do. But he obeyed, not wanting anymore of that treacherous teasing to continue and to finally get going in the session that he had longed for ever since a mere week after they had made that bet.

His moans only heightened as soon as Freddie began moving, eagerly lifting himself up and coming right back down to the base of his member, the pleasure growing more and more noticeable as he continued to repeat the same movement, his own groans and gasps of pleasure coming out at a faster rate as he tried searching for some kind of rhythm. God he'd forgotten how good he felt around him, just how tight he actually was, how hot, wet, and soft he was around his cock. Lord did he want to take him completely, but he'd made the choice to let Freddie be on top of him and was now susceptible to whatever it was he wanted. For now, he stuck to listening to those soft moans that escaped from his lover with every slow movement he made from above him, his movements soon morphing into a sort of grinding pattern as he lost himself in the direct stimulation along his sweet spot. Those moans were only adding to his own arousal and pleasure, but those movements weren't doing enough to relieve the pressure within his aching dick. 

He pried his eyes open and looked up at his lover, letting his eyes run along his body as he continued to pleasure himself with his movements along his member. He'd constantly switch between those quick up and down movements that would bring him the most pleasure or go back to the grinding movements that would extract those devilishly low moans of satisfaction from his partner that would just turn him on beyond reason. His head was tilted backwards, his hair falling down between his shoulder blades, his mouth hanging slack and only closing for him to let out a harsh hiss of pleasure and for him to regain his breath, and his eyes that were lightly shut, both heavy lidded from the pleasure that he was sure he'd been waiting ages for to experience again.

"Ungh...God F-Freddie..." He moaned as he let his head fall back into the pillows again as another surge of pleasure ran through his body. His body groaned in annoyance as he forced it to stay still and to let his boyfriend do as he pleased with him. The only reason why it finally obeyed was Freddie's faster movements along his length, only increasing the level of pleasure that was steadily blinding him from logic and any sort of sanity. Another moan of Freddie's name escaped from him as he angled his body from above him so that every movement he made would let his cock drag across his lower body, adding another shiver of arousal through his already lust-driven body.

A hard bolt of pleasure shot through his body as Brian's member ran along his prostate as he came crashing down onto his cock, earning the sight of his boyfriend's back rising up from the bed and earning a harder grip around his waist while he let another heavy moan pour from his mouth. Freddie finally found a steady rhythm of letting his cock slip in and out of him while splitting some of his focus on making sure his lover didn't start moving his own lower body until he allowed him to do so. God he wanted that feeling back, having him slam into him himself while he took in everything that he was doing, but he'd have to hold out if he wanted to outlast his partner and show him that he could still have more control than he did, even though he felt that he had thoroughly proven that point multiple times throughout this session, he just wanted to take the chance to rub it into his face even more.

"Holy fuck...Oh my God Brian..." He heaved, viciously digging his nails into his lover's chest as he drastically slowed his movements, making a few slow movements of the head of his length against his sweet spot, an indescribable amount of pleasure searing through his body as Brian raked his nails across his sides, a rather animalistic growl making its way out of his mouth as he bared his clenched teeth, his lower body writhing frantically from beneath him as he pressed harder against his body.

"Ngh...D-don't think y-you're getting off t-that easily..." He told him, pulling himself up just so that the head of his cock was still within him.

"D-don't...Oh God don't stop now..." He begged helplessly, that domineering fire dulling back down to a shadow of desperation as he tightened his hold around him.

He let out a soft hum before he pushed himself back down, seeing that lustful animal shadow come back into his eyes just before they fell shut again. His focus drifted down along his lover's body. His chest was heaving as he tried to keep his breathing steady, but would suddenly freeze as he choked out another moan of pleasure, his face was dripping with sweat that immediately fell back into his tangled mess of curls behind him that were already completely soaked, his whole body was flushed varying shades of red and was slicked with sweat, his mouth was hanging open against the crook of his neck, and whenever his eyes flew open, he'd be met with a nearly black gaze that was completely covered with lust, arousal, and pleasure that made his own arousal spike.

Those animalistic sides of his lover's personality that were finally coming to the surface after he had to hold them back for the time that they were enduring that hellish bet only made him want to savor this whole time, knowing that the longer he kept this going, the sweeter the release would feel. But just one look at his boyfriend's tense expression that was plastered upon his face told him that he desperately wanted the control back, to be able to dictate where all of this would end up so that he could enjoy that climax that he'd been practically holding back for over a month. He had to admit that Brian was lasting far longer than he had expected, to be fair he had expected him to finish back while he'd simply been giving head, yet there he was, continuing to fight back any sort of release or even a buildup towards it. His damn pride wouldn't let him give in so soon and neither would he, no matter how much he and his partner's body wanted them to.

As another strike of hot pleasure made it across his spine, Brian raised his back up from the bed and let out a hard groan of pleasure as his body gave a sudden jerk at the sensation. Good lord he was so close to tearing Freddie's hands off of his waist so that he could finally change something up and get to finally pound into him after waiting ages to do so. He didn't trust himself to look over at his partner for the time being. Even the mere thought of seeing his lover's naked body on top of him, heaving and panting for a steady breath, and completely enjoying having his cock buried deep within him was making it almost unbearable for him to not move his lower body out of Freddie's grip and grow closer to the inevitable climax that he'd been longing for.

Freddie let out a long moan of pleasure as he slowed his movements, his nails digging deeper into his sides as he tightened around his member, a heavy string of moans falling out of him every time he repeated the action. His eyes widened with shock at the sudden ecstasy that'd overtaken him, his gaze moving towards his lover's body and immediately froze. Freddie's own eyes were wide with shock. glassy with lust, and foggy with pleasure, his mouth was gaping open, his jaw slack against the top of his chest while tresses of his damp hair stuck to the sides of his face and neck. His whole body was tense and completely dripping with sweat, steady streams of it making its way down his face while many more fell across his flushed body. His cock sat rock hard just barely above his stomach, every inch of it darkened to a dark shade of crimson with a purplish tint across the head, every small buck of his hips bringing it down to run across his lower body.

His lover tightened his hold around his waist before he leaned forward, his face almost coming in contact with his own while puffs of his hot breath came out against his parted lips. "Fuck me hard. Pound into me like I know you want to."

The hard hold around his waist suddenly vanished as his body happily responded before his mind could even comprehend what he'd just told him. He broke the eye contact between the two of them as he let his head fall back into the pillows once more, his body instinctively searching for a steady rhythm to thrust in and out of his boyfriend's body. Endless waves of pleasure shot through his body as those final bits of his primitive desires were finally being listened to. He heard Freddie's hands slam down onto the mattress, the sound of his nails dragging across the fabric just barely audible beneath their low, heavy moaning.

"Oh God...Oh God..." Brian groaned, a string of pleasurable howls following his sentence as he moved his hands up to his partner's lower back, his nails viciously clawing at his skin as he continued to lose those last bits of his composure that he'd been feverishly hanging on to while he gave the control over to the older man. Even with him now having the control back in his hands, Freddie didn't remain completely still. He still felt those constant little bucks of his hips against his lower body and the occasional twitch of his hands on the sheets beneath him.

"Agh fuck! H-harder...F-faster...Good Lord Brian..." Freddie moaned, his body falling forward even more so, his desires getting the better of him as he latched himself against his collarbone, violently sucking and biting at the tender patch that ended up reducing Freddie to a fit of high pitched gasps and soft cries. He removed one of his hands from around his lover's body and pierced his nails into the upper part of his back while moving the other one over to his ass, earning another soft moan of pleasure from the older man while he continued to slam into him.

"Ngh-Fuck you feel so good around me..." Brian whispered as he pulled away from his collarbone for a split second before moving his focus over to the crook of his neck.

"Ke-Keep going..." A sharp gasp punctured his sentence. "Right there, f-fuck keep going! Oh God like t-that!" Freddie cried, his cock hitting his sweet spot just so, a rush of ecstasy crashing over his body and continuing to surge through him as Brian continued with that rhythm.

Shots after shots of pleasure made their way across his spine as his lover continued to pound into him, his moans growing lower and lower with every thrust, eventually morphing into pure animalistic growls and hisses of pleasure. He continued to snap at the sensitive skin around his throat, every contact of his teeth on his body sending a bolt of arousal through his body as he continued to divulge in the feeling of being able to enjoy Brian's sex-crazed state of mind once more instead of just the romantic, well composed, and overall softer mindset that he had almost everywhere else.

He tore at the sheets around them, desperately needing something to cling to as he felt his release started to build up within his lower belly, his movements starting to slow as a result as his moans began to shorten to high mewls and short gasps of pleasure. Despite this, he knew he wasn't finishing first. The look of ill-hidden shock upon his lover's face told him enough. There was absolutely no way that he was going to outlast him if he even just sat there and acted as enthused as a dead fish. Even though every little thing Brian was doing within him made him more and more sensitive to what he did and thus brought him closer to his own climax, anything he did in return to Brian's actions were far more effective in bringing him closer to the edge.

"I-I'm so c-close..." Freddie managed. 

"Oh Freddie..." Brian said absentmindedly, his thrusts now starting to slow as he was now reduced to small bucks of his hips within him as an attempt to hold back his climax.

His body groaned as he swallowed thickly, desperately trying to fight back his release as his cock repeatedly slid across his prostate, every touch making his already pulsing member give a sudden throb against Brian's stomach. A sudden shudder passed through his body as it began begging for him to give in. It couldn't care less who finished first or when it happened, it just wanted it to finish as soon as possible. He looked down at his lover, seeing a frustrated look upon it as he continued fighting as well, his stubborn nature keeping him from finishing before he would, possibly to be able to throw back in his face how he was the first one to finish during this session.

"Fuck B-Brian..." He said breathlessly, his body getting the better of his conscious desires and moving on to what it wanted, "Fuck...Oh God, cum in me, oh God, cum for me..."

Brian didn't even comprehend what he had told him until his body's thrusts began slowing, both his hands moving towards the center of his boyfriend's back as he tugged his lower body downwards onto his mercilessly throbbing member, his body being thrown over the edge as what his lover had told him finally came to him and his body obeying immediately. An immeasurable amount of hot ecstasy and relief spread through his body as his mouth fell open, a long string of low, growl-like moans escaping from as his head fell back to the top of his spine while he released his thick load deep within his lover. His body began to lightly shake from the pleasure that was still continually rolling through his body, the lustful animalistic side taking its last few moments of control to rapidly claw at Freddie's side while his head fell forward onto the crook of his neck and bit down onto the already bruise laden skin, his body enduring one last burst of arousal as he registered Freddie hitting his own release when he emptied himself out onto his chest, his mind and body continuing to enjoy its long waited orgasm.

Freddie watched as his boyfriend hit his climax, the last sight of that beast-like lust vanishing behind his eyelids as his eyes fell shut, his mouth went slack, and those growls of pleasure made their way out of him. He instinctively tightened around his throbbing cock as he came within him, his thick release filling him up as he was thrown into his own climax, his body letting a quick gasp of shock escape from him before his mouth fell open in a silent cry and his left eye fell completely shut, the right one leaving only a mere slit of white visible while his irises rolled up behind his eyelids. Waves of ecstasy, hot pleasure, and long awaited pure relief shot through his body as he shot out his own load of the thick, white liquid out onto his boyfriend's chest. His body was lightly rocking its hips against his lover's member, the added touch of his cock moving against his overstimulated sweet spot only heightening his pleasure while Brian's load dribbled down the back of his legs. He felt Brian tug him down towards him and his teeth puncture his skin as he muffled his moans against him but he barely cared, every inch of his frame being completely absorbed in the relief and enjoyment his orgasm brought him.

After losing himself for a few more moments in his release, Freddie suddenly gasped and collapsed on top of his partner, soon feeling Brian's arms weaken their hold around him as he let go of his harsh bite along his upper body. He let out a soft groan as he felt his lover pull his softening member out of him, his body no longer craving for him to be inside of him but to still be as close as possible with him.

"Freddie...Oh fuck..." Brian said softly, his chest still heaving against his own as they tried to recover their stolen breath as fast as possible.

He didn't reply. Instead he rolled off of him and felt him pull him closer against his chest. He buried his head against his lover's body, curling his hand into a weak fist as Brian's hands slowly ran across his back, his body occasionally wincing whenever he came across his lower body, more specifically the long, red welts he'd left along the already sensitive area that came from his violent scratching. His upper body was still sore from his constant sucking and the literal bite mark that he'd left was left stinging against his body. And yet, he didn't mind it. He relished in the feeling and wouldn't mind anything anyone, namely Roger, would throw at them for how rough they must've gotten while they were at their flat by themselves.

"Alright...Rub it in, go on." Brian told him after another few seconds of silence.

"Why should I?"

"Well you were...well...right." He admitted, the irritation coating his words making him give a quick huff of laughter before he began drawing random patterns across his boyfriend's lightening chest.

"Well yes I was and I'm glad you'll admit it now." He began, earning a small, playful flick against his back. "But I'm not going to resort to petty teasing. I fit enough of that in while you were pleading for me to blow you."

"Oh shut it, you should have seen your face when I stopped earlier."

"It pales into what you looked like when I let you get going."

"Well you should feel the same if you've gone that long without any release." Brian said at last.

"Oh you poor thing." Freddie began, pulling back and lightly snickering at Brian's naivety. "Did we ever say you couldn't run into the bathroom and jerk off?"

Brian's face immediately fell at the revelation, making him burst into a laughing fit. "Good Lord, I'll give you credit, I couldn't have lasted that long without a fucking orgasm."

"Hold it," Brian began, "But we said who could last longer without any 'sense of relief'."

"Bri darling, we said, or more specifically I said, 'You think you've got that much composure as to not fuck me for a while?'. Nothing there said anything about us not being able to relieve ourselves. Why else do you think I've been so relaxed?"

He looked over at his lover, falling right back into the previous laughing fit at the look of deception upon his face. He would have to thank the other two for the overall plan of getting him in there. While he had been slightly deceptive towards his boyfriend in not mentioning the ability to do anything himself, he knew it was for the best, though the reward of fifty extra pounds was something he didn't mind either. Brian needed some kind of rude awakening to the fact that he wasn't above him or the other two because of his supposedly 'strong as steel composure' that he managed to crack within just a few weeks of no release.

"You cheeky fuck." Brian finally said as he pulled him back down, his laughter abruptly stopping as he wrapped his arms around his lower body. "Fine then, you won. Happy now?"

"More than happy." He cooed in response, bringing his hands up to his boyfriend's curls and absentmindedly twirling a couple strands between his fingers. "Though I will admit, it's a hell lot better to cum with someone's cock plugged up your ass instead of by yourself."

"Such poetic words." Brian replied as he tucked a strand of loose hair behind his ear. "I'll gladly take that offer of going out tonight, be it that you pay for the whole thing after you did this to me for the past few weeks."

"Oh alright then. A nice victory dinner for the champ who's got to pay for the loser seems fair enough to me."