#sub!freddie

Freddie leans into the embrance, head falling backwards hitting Jim's shoulder, offering him to kiss down the way from his temple to his neck. Jim feels the urge to come closer, to tell him he is alright.

Open-mouthed kisses are placed upon his shoulder, the bit of skin that is showing up, thanks to his shirt, while hot palms are diving into the heat of his tummy.

«Jim»

Jim flattens his palms, traveling up Freddie's body tenderly. He lets his teeth graze the way up by the vein on his lover's neck, softly biting into the earlobe and back down again.

«Just relax, baby» he muffles into the skin, marking his territory with a lovebite contrasting the junction of the latter's neck and shoulder, «You deserve this, my good boy»

Freddie moans after hearing this, gripping the boy's thighs that are lying next to his, anything to keep himself grounded.

Jim's hands find his nipples, playing with them for a bit, while he repeats whispered words of love to Freddie's ear. He is sensitive, always, in this state of mind.

«So good for me» the tongue pushed through his lips is not uninvited, sucking and biting all along. Jim works his way down Freddie's pants, palming his semi-hard erection to fullness, loving the way it gets harder and harder in his hold.

«Daddy rewards you when you’re a good boy» he says inbetween those hot kisses when he feels the other one tremble in his arms.

Freddie whimpers. It's too much to take in, in one go. His body feels hot, his head is dizzy, mind goes blank.

«Just take what you deserve, don't give back, you don't have to» Jim returns to leaving his own purple stars shining on the other’s neck and shoulder «This is all for you, only for you. You are doing great»

He presses his palm more and more, keeping the pace at minimum just with a little bit of pressure this time. Freddie soon enough starts rooting against his hands, ready to take everything his daddy has to offer.

Tears are streaming down his face when Jim's hand comes in direct contact with his dick, fingers wrapping around the middle while thumb slightly massages the tip spreading pre-come everywhere.

«P-please» he stutters breathlessly, trying to thrust up into the tightness without success. «P-please, daddy."

«Why are you begging, love?» Jim say tugging him closer to Freddie's neck and a cry that escapes his lips upon hearing the petname. «Hmm? Tell me, use your words for daddy»

«Please, l-» deep breath «let me cum.»

He sucks in a breath, Freddie's sweat heavy on his tongue from where he drinks it up before giving an experimental pump from the tip down to the base of his boyfriend's cock and another one, making the only man that matters in his life the most, a moaning mess.

He himself is hard, the friction of his partner's back squirming inbetween his legs and his beautiful cries, are enough for him to be fully satisfied.

«Does it feel good?» Jim whispers, licking behind his ear. One of the soft spots he knows about.

«Y-ahh-yes!» He grips harder, his nails leaving prints on his thigh but he doesn't mind. Not when he has a beautiful man coming apart right before him and only for him.

«Do you want more, lovely?»

Freddie can't form coherent answer, so he does the only thing he can and that's moan for the male, more aware of him enjoying the sounds he makes. «I'll take that as yes, hm?» he noses at the side of his cheek, pumping his hand faster with occassional tightening of his fist.

It drives Freddie crazy. Lips swollen red, a little blood oozing from the bottom from biting into them so harshly which makes Jim to free his other hand and turns the man's face. He licks the cut clean before placing a light but passionate kiss, imprinting his lips with invisible ink.

«You are so good to me, Fred. I am so proud of you.»

The little jerks indicates that the boy is getting closer and closer to his climax and who is Jim to restrain him to feel the euphoria settle down in his lover's chest?

«Come for me, baby. Be a good boy,» he quickly kisses the boy, muffling the final moan before hot substance runs down his hand and cock goes softer by each second. Freddie's lids are heavy, he can't open his eyes, totally exhausted.

I love that half of my anons lately are thirsting for sub!Bri while the other half is passionately rooting for sub!Freddie xD

Meanwhile Deaky and Roger are eating popcorn lol. 

By the time John pulled his mouth away from Freddie’s ass, Freddiewas a trembling, shivering mess.

He was so far gone that it took him a moment to realise why Johnhad stopped.

“Oh, uh, so sorry, John-”

That was Brian’s voice.

“Oh no, the fault is entirely mine,” John purred, one handstroking down Freddie’s back. “I forgot to put the tie out. I didn’timagine you and Roger would be home so soon.”

For all the apologetic words falling from John’s lips, there wassomething in his tone that suggested it wasn’t an accident at all. Freddieshivered, shame and arousal flushing through him.

Brian appeared to have picked up on John’s tone. “That’s anice set-up you have there. I’ve been looking for one, myself. Where did youget it?”

“Oh, a little store in Kensington. Would you like a closer look?”

Freddie felt his cock twitch as he heard soft footfalls and thenfelt Brian’s long fingers on his hip.

“Quite lovely,” Brian said approvingly. “Holds him open sosweetly. Wouldn’t you like one of these, Roger, love?”

“Yes, sir.” Roger’s demure tone made Freddie’s cock twitch again.

“What do you think, darling?” John murmured low. “Should welet Bri and Rog have a closer look?”

“Y-yes, please, sir.”

There was only the rustling sounds of movement for a moment, andthen John was tugging him up just a little. Roger came into view, seatinghimself on the edge of the bed, and then Freddie was pushed back down, his facehovering centimetres from Roger’s already hard cock.

“Why don’t you suck on that like a good boy, love, while Bri getsyou nice and open?”

Freddie couldn’t help thelittle moan that slipped from his lips as he closed his mouth over the head ofRoger’s cock, feeling the drummer’s fingers gentle in his hair. He moaned again, choking slightly, as he felt one of Brian’s long clever fingers slide into him.

Freddie could feel himself sliding away into subspace, and if he was honest with himself, he wasn’t resisting. Dimly he was aware of Roger’s cock in his mouth, Brian adding more fingers, the delicious stretch and burn…

He was jolted back to awareness when he felt the tips of two cocks brushing over his hole. Surely John wouldn’t try something like that without asking him first?

But then he felt John pushing in, and the tension drained out of his whole body at the feeling of rightness, having John’s cock buried in him.

John pulled out, and Freddie was going to whine the loss, when Brian’s cock slid inside him instead, punching a whimper from his chest. As Brian pulled out, John slid back in, and Freddie could feel his eyes rolling back at the sensation. Behind him, he could hear the sloppy sound of kissing, and soft moans, and knew that John and Brian were making out while they took turns fucking him.

It was Roger who came first, overwhelmed by Freddie’s mouth on his cock and the sight of the two taller men dancing their tongues lazily together; Freddie managed to swallow most of it, some escaping to dribble down his chin. John’s next thrust was particularly hard, and Freddie came untouched, shivering into the bed as John continued to thrust slowly into him, drawing out aftershocks.

John came next, his hips bucking into Freddie as his fingers gripped tight enough to leave bruises; he pulled out and Brian took his place, Freddie almost crying from the overstimulation as Brian fucked him hard, chasing his orgasm. His cock weakly spurted again as Brian’s growl of satisfaction sounded in his ear.

There was a moment of silence, when nothing was said and nobody moved, and then carefully, gently, Brian was pulling Freddie upright, hands soft. John quickly knelt and removed the cuffs of the bar, helping Brian to lay Freddie out on the bed; he grabbed the lotion and started working it into the skin of his ankles.

“Are you all right, darling?” John whispered.

Freddie could only nod, unable to form words, but he made sure to smile brightly at John.

«Stop» Jim says firmly looking at his boyfriend that he’s been pouting for an hour now. «Don’t push my buttons»

«Freddie.» He warns again and Jim swears that he saw a grin.

Freddie, on the other hand, keeps playing his game pouting like a child. Jim has had enough.

«Come here, now»

Freddie sits down on his lap letting out an obscene moan when his husband cupped his bulge between his legs.

«Now I’ve to teach you a lesson»

«Mhh, yes please» He smirks rolling against Jim’s hand biting his lip when Jim took out his cock from his pants.

«I bet now you want to cum? Right?» The feel of Jim’s fingers rubbing gently over his balls and then his length is making him crazy, while Jim’s lips are licking and tasting his skin.

«Too bad, you’ve been a very naughty boy tonight and daddy won’t reward you»

Freddie whined his eyes glossing over with lust begging Jim to do something.

Freddie squirmed on the couch where he was squished between John’s and Brian’s bodies. He can hear the two trying not to laugh while Roger’s was answering the question.

Another vibration was send by the well-hidden remote in Brian’s hand. This punishment is gonna last forever.

He whimpered when John’s arms gripped him to stay still even Roger looked at him suspiciously but turning away with a smirk to answer the questions.

«Good boy» Brian murmurs against Freddie’s neck.

This is Freddie’s first time and the young boy is doing great. Brian keeps praising him how well he’s taking his cock

«Mh.. S’good, daddy» Freddie moans making Brian smirk as he kisses his cheeks

«You’re taking my cock so well, baby boy»

«T-Thank you daddy, c-can you touch me?»

«Where?»

Brian wasn't going to give in so easy though he wants to hear Freddie beg «Use your words, baby»

«P-Please, t-touch my cock»

«Gonna be back in a minute» Jim said and turned to head to the bathroom.

He returned to the bedroom with a cloth and a bottle of lotion, Freddie lying on his side, eyes closed. Jim sat down on the bed, close to him and stared to clean him up smiling at him fondly while making sure he was cleaned up properly.

He discarded the towel to the floor before opening the bottle and squeezing it onto his fingers, then rubbing it over the reddish marks around Freddie’s body, his expression was completely relaxed now.

When Jim finished he lay down to spoon his boyfriend. He placed soft kisses on to his shoulder and Freddie purred of contentment.

It was no secret that Jane took great pride in her garden. According to Phoebe, it was one of the three greatest loves of her life; the first being Freddie (of course) and the other being her beloved Volvo that she drove around everywhere. The garden was her safe space, her “territory” you could daresay. Like Freddie with her music, gardening was something Jane kept close to her heart, something sacred that made her feel safe and at home.

There was an unspoken rule in Garden Lodge. You never messed with the garden. Jane was renowned for her calm, gentle nature but anyone with a brain also knew that tampering with her magnum opus was akin to sticking your arm in a tiger’s mouth.

Freddie certainly knew this.

The singer had spent most of the morning trying to distract her wife, constantly hanging over Jane’s shoulder, wrapping her arms around her waist and, at one point, even trying to sneak her hand down her overalls to reach her sweet spot. As amusing as her partner’s antics could be, there was no side-tracking Jane when she was in her headspace for work; she continuously rebuffed Freddie’s advances, trying to focus on the patch of flowers that were in desperate need of a good weeding. She heard Freddie huff impatiently behind her and couldn’t resist allowing a smirk to cross her lips.

Brat, she thought internally.

Freddie eventually relented, thank God for small mercies, and Jane began to tug at the weeds that had infiltrated their way into a bed of petunias. It was only when she heard the distinct snip of metal clanking together that she turned around to see Freddie standing meters away, a pair of garden shears in her hand. At her feet lay a pile of rose heads and Jane felt her blood pressure rise; Freddie had decapitated several roses from a nearby bush, which had taken Jane all summer to grow. Her wife was pouting at her, arms crossed like a stubborn child, and she dropped the shears onto the grass with a soft thud.

‘Don’t ignore me.’ Was all Freddie said. (1/3)

Oh wow, that was...