YOU ASKED I DELIVERED. Here are just a few headcanons! If you guys like them, let me know! I’m down for writing more about Roger or the other boys!
Tongue kisses.
Though french kissing is something that Roger absolutely loves, he loves this one as well. It’s when one of you stick out your tongue and the other presses their tongue against it. Sometimes, that’s all there is in the action, and other times, it gets more heated.A more flirtatious sort of kiss that you both thoroughly enjoy. It started early on in your relationship by accident. Having just seen your first ever Queen concert, you were perched in Roger’s lap backstage, your fingers tangled in his hair, petting him gently. By the blissed out look in his face, he seemed to have been enjoying the moment of relaxation you were giving him. You were talking with the boys, listening and joking around. Freddie and John were snuggled near each other on a couch with Brian standing in front of them, and off the the left on a single sofa were you and Roger. “I’m just saying,” Brian held up his hands in what looked like defense, “if I were a girl, I would not throw my bra and underwear on stage no matter how much I loved that person. That’s valuable money. Why just toss it away?”
Tilting your head back in a small laugh, you understood where Brian was coming from. “It’s a gesture of…” You hummed, gazing at Roger for the word you were thinking of as it was right on the tip of your tongue.
“Lust?” He offered you which rewarded him with a bright smile. “Yes, lust! Brian, it’s a gesture of lust. Like,” You made a funny gesture with your arm as if you were throwing something, “‘here are my underwear. I want to shag you.’”
“That still makes no sense. Would you throw your clothes at Roger, not expecting to get them back in the end?”
“I would throw a lot more than just clothes.” You teased quietly, looking down at your love who had a cocky smile on his face, as if he were proving a point to Brian who then directed the question at John in the form of ‘would you throw your clothes away?’
“What else would you throw at me?” Roger finally inquired in a smooth voice, right into your ear. Turning your head to the side so you could look down at him properly, a shit-eating grin spread across your face as you thought of the answer.
“Rocks. They’d most definitely get your attention and they shout at you that I myself am seeking attention from my one and only.” You cooed, your hand now resting on his shoulder so you could turn in his lap a bit.
“Rocks.” He nodded, thinking that over for a few seconds.
“Rocks, baby.” You stuck your tongue out playfully, and without even thinking about it, Roger was leaning towards you and pressed his own tongue against yours with a soft laugh.
“Still,” He murmured, now pulling you in for a kiss, his tongue peeping out to lick your mouth momentarily, “you could throw something even worse.”
“And what’s that?”
“You could throw Brian at me.”
Keep-away kisses.
This is a more of a teasing sort of action, something that Roger doesn’t particularly like to admit to enjoying. Leaning in as if to give him a kiss, you’ll smile rather coyly and pull away instead of giving him a kiss to the lips like he was expecting. He’ll chase after you for an actual kiss, usually cupping the side of your face with some hope that maybe he can coax you into it.Sometimes you’ll continue teasing him and just kiss him on the cheek instead of on the lips, pulling back with a laugh as Roger stumbles a bit and laughs sarcastically. “Oh, that’s funny.” He’ll say, grabbing your waist and pulling you flush against him. Resting your hand on his chest, you can feel his heartbeat under your chest. “You don’t want to make me beg for a smooch, do you?”
Roger looks at you with his puppy dog eyes and you find yourself caving in and giving your love a soft kiss, his fingers curling around your ear and keeping you in place. His blond hair is tickling your face as you tilted your head to deepen the kiss, a small sound peeping past his lips as he was the one to pull away. “That wasn’t too terrible, was it?”
I’ve had better.”
“Oh, ha. Ha. Seems we’ve got ourselves a joker. Come’re…” He mumbled, pulling you into another sweet kiss.
Collarbone / chest kisses.
Of course, these are some of his favorite sorts of kisses. He loves to kiss your neck, diving his head down and pressing a trail of pecks along your collarbone. He also loves to leave marks there, biting and sucking at your skin. Roger likes to tease, barely brushing his lips against your chest as you make love. He likes your reaction as your back arches in desperation for more than just that.
Imagine sitting in Roger’s lap, facing him with your legs wrapped around his waist as the two of you lounged in bed together. He’s got his back against the headboard to keep himself from slouching all the way down, knees bent as he conformed to being a chair for you as you let your fingers slip through his thick blond hair, tangling and detangling absentmindedly. The sun was draining into the room through the blinds, giving Roger the impression that he had stripes adorning his skin, and in the light, his hair seemed to glow like he had a halo. The only thing that was covering your two naked bodies was a white sheet that you had been using as a blanket for the actual duvet had ended up on the floor, across the room. Peaceful would be the way to describe how you felt as Roger’s head rested on your chest, ear down as he listened to your heart beating for a few seconds, his fingers tapping on your back to the beat as if he were playing the drums.
You swirled a piece of his hair between your fingers, sighing deeply. Roger shifted ever so slightly under you, tilting his head upwards so he could gaze at you. His eyes were shining in the golden strips of sunlight that warmed your skin. You returned his glance and felt heat hit your cheeks. “Why’re you looking at me like that?”
“I don’t know,” Roger shrugged his shoulders, giving you a small smile that spoke some sort of innocence as if he were falling in love over and over, his long eyelashes seemingly tickling his cheeks as he shut his eyes at the sensation of your fingers digging deeper into his hair, massaging his scalp. “I just like to look at beautiful things, is all. You’re like a bloody piece of art.” Pressing his hot lips against your sternum, Roger moaned quietly and whispered against your skin, causing goosebumps to rise, “You make me so weak.” Another kiss, this one was tilted upwards a bit more, towards your collarbone that was already littered with a few love marks that he had given you previously. Some were fresh and red while others were more a deep purple, older.
“That’s a bold thing to say, babe. You’re like, the prettiest.”
“Only sometimes.” He joked, giving you a cheeky smile as you tilted your head down to give his pouty lips a small peck. “Okay, most of the time but that’s beside the point. You’re the prettiest right now.”
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