Fic: Bitch, I'm amazing
Title: Bitch, I’m Amazing
Pairing: Roger Federer/Andy Roddick
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Fiction
Summary: Roger loves Andy’s mouth. Andy loves Roger’s cock. Together, they are amazing. PWP
Nothing is better than this; Andy is on his knees in front of him. Roger reaches out and cards Andy’s hair through his fingers. He plays with the short strands, loving coarse feel against his fingertips. Andy’s warm breath on his cock has him twitching, anxious to feel familiar heat surround him completely. With a sharp tug, he pulls Andy towards him, impatience filling his nerves. When Andy’s tongue pokes out and licks at him tentatively, like he’s doing this for the first time, Roger moans. He focuses on Andy’s mouth, eyes captivated and held in place by the talented tongue. Roger’s fingers tighten in his hair when Andy licks at the head, circles it and dips into the slit. He loves how Andy can bring him to the edge so quickly but not push him over, not until he’s good and ready. Slowly, Andy puts his cock into his mouth, hollows his cheeks and sucks. He is the absolute picture of sin. Roger loves how rosy his cheeks get, proof of how hot sucking Roger off gets him. Roger gives another tug to Andy’s hair and moans when Andy looks up under his long lashes at him with the pretence of innocence. The strokes are steady, up and down with an occasional tongue swirl thrown in for good measure. But he’s not getting deep enough, not as deep as he can get. Roger pushes his head further down onto his cock and grips him in place. As Andy holds him in his throat, he contracts around him, milking him to the best of his ability. A whimper slips from his lips and he tries to push Andy down further. Andy’s moan vibrates around his cock and he can’t hold it anymore. Letting go of Andy’s head, Roger beings to thrust madly into Andy’s mouth, his release imminent. Andy brings his hands up to wrap around Roger’s thigh, gripping him as Roger loses himself. With a slam of his hips, he’s coming down Andy’s throat, his body twitching as his release hit him like a wave. Andy takes it all, not wanting to waste a single drop. He even continues to suck gently until the sensation is too much for Roger and he pulls Andy off of his cock.
He loves how Andy loves sucking his cock like he worships it. Like there’s nothing better than having Roger’s cock so far down his throat, he can’t breathe. When Andy settles back onto his legs, his lip red, puffy and glistening, Roger pats his cheek, smirking. Amazing.
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Nothing is better than this, Roger is in front of him, his cock protruding obscenely. The feel of fingers in his hair turns Andy on incredibly. It’s as though Roger’s trying to seduce him to suck his cock, like that time all those year ago. So Andy plays the part. He lets his breath waft over Roger’s hard cock, causing it to jerk. He almost smiles, knowing Roger needs him so desperately. Andy decides to toy with him a little, play up the virgin fetish Roger accidently slipped to him once. With a careful tongue, Andy begins with a lick. The moan from above continues to ignite the lust in him. He knows exactly what Roger needs. With a swirl, lick and nibble to the slit, Andy hollows his cheeks and descends on Roger’s cock. Roger is so fucking hard, his taste filling Andy’s mouth. He looks up, needing to see Roger’s need and desperation. Roger’s panting lightly, his mouth slack. Their eyes lock and Andy throws caution to the wind when he feels the head of Roger’s cock nudge the roof of his mouth. He descends with easy and grace, knowing exactly which buttons to push. When he feels Roger’s hand pushing against the back of his head, Andy knows he’s close. So he lets Roger hold him in place, so far down his throat, he’d gag if hadn’t done this so many times. He feels the skin of Roger’s balls tighten against his chin; he’s so fucking close that he makes Andy moan with his sheer need. Suddenly the hand on his head is gone and Roger’s thrusting his hips like a madman, using Andy’s mouth as a mere tool to get off. Andy grasps Roger’s thighs, holding on as Roger’s orgasm rolls through him like a whirlwind. Swiftly, he feels his mouth being filled with Roger’s essence. Andy drinks him in, loving the feel and taste of Roger on his tongue. He can’t get enough as he continues to suck and lick every inch of Roger’s cock. If he’s truthful to himself, Andy knows he regrets it when Roger pulls out of his mouth.
He loves how Roger loves him sucking his cock. Every moan from Roger is like music to his ears. He loves how desperate and needy he can make Roger, like he’s going to burst simply by the touch of Andy’s tongue on his cock. Andy settles back on his haunches, drinking in the sight of a slightly out of breath Roger and smirks. Amazing.
Pairing: Roger Federer/Andy Roddick
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Fiction
Summary: Roger loves Andy’s mouth. Andy loves Roger’s cock. Together, they are amazing. PWP
Nothing is better than this; Andy is on his knees in front of him. Roger reaches out and cards Andy’s hair through his fingers. He plays with the short strands, loving coarse feel against his fingertips. Andy’s warm breath on his cock has him twitching, anxious to feel familiar heat surround him completely. With a sharp tug, he pulls Andy towards him, impatience filling his nerves. When Andy’s tongue pokes out and licks at him tentatively, like he’s doing this for the first time, Roger moans. He focuses on Andy’s mouth, eyes captivated and held in place by the talented tongue. Roger’s fingers tighten in his hair when Andy licks at the head, circles it and dips into the slit. He loves how Andy can bring him to the edge so quickly but not push him over, not until he’s good and ready. Slowly, Andy puts his cock into his mouth, hollows his cheeks and sucks. He is the absolute picture of sin. Roger loves how rosy his cheeks get, proof of how hot sucking Roger off gets him. Roger gives another tug to Andy’s hair and moans when Andy looks up under his long lashes at him with the pretence of innocence. The strokes are steady, up and down with an occasional tongue swirl thrown in for good measure. But he’s not getting deep enough, not as deep as he can get. Roger pushes his head further down onto his cock and grips him in place. As Andy holds him in his throat, he contracts around him, milking him to the best of his ability. A whimper slips from his lips and he tries to push Andy down further. Andy’s moan vibrates around his cock and he can’t hold it anymore. Letting go of Andy’s head, Roger beings to thrust madly into Andy’s mouth, his release imminent. Andy brings his hands up to wrap around Roger’s thigh, gripping him as Roger loses himself. With a slam of his hips, he’s coming down Andy’s throat, his body twitching as his release hit him like a wave. Andy takes it all, not wanting to waste a single drop. He even continues to suck gently until the sensation is too much for Roger and he pulls Andy off of his cock.
He loves how Andy loves sucking his cock like he worships it. Like there’s nothing better than having Roger’s cock so far down his throat, he can’t breathe. When Andy settles back onto his legs, his lip red, puffy and glistening, Roger pats his cheek, smirking. Amazing.
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Nothing is better than this, Roger is in front of him, his cock protruding obscenely. The feel of fingers in his hair turns Andy on incredibly. It’s as though Roger’s trying to seduce him to suck his cock, like that time all those year ago. So Andy plays the part. He lets his breath waft over Roger’s hard cock, causing it to jerk. He almost smiles, knowing Roger needs him so desperately. Andy decides to toy with him a little, play up the virgin fetish Roger accidently slipped to him once. With a careful tongue, Andy begins with a lick. The moan from above continues to ignite the lust in him. He knows exactly what Roger needs. With a swirl, lick and nibble to the slit, Andy hollows his cheeks and descends on Roger’s cock. Roger is so fucking hard, his taste filling Andy’s mouth. He looks up, needing to see Roger’s need and desperation. Roger’s panting lightly, his mouth slack. Their eyes lock and Andy throws caution to the wind when he feels the head of Roger’s cock nudge the roof of his mouth. He descends with easy and grace, knowing exactly which buttons to push. When he feels Roger’s hand pushing against the back of his head, Andy knows he’s close. So he lets Roger hold him in place, so far down his throat, he’d gag if hadn’t done this so many times. He feels the skin of Roger’s balls tighten against his chin; he’s so fucking close that he makes Andy moan with his sheer need. Suddenly the hand on his head is gone and Roger’s thrusting his hips like a madman, using Andy’s mouth as a mere tool to get off. Andy grasps Roger’s thighs, holding on as Roger’s orgasm rolls through him like a whirlwind. Swiftly, he feels his mouth being filled with Roger’s essence. Andy drinks him in, loving the feel and taste of Roger on his tongue. He can’t get enough as he continues to suck and lick every inch of Roger’s cock. If he’s truthful to himself, Andy knows he regrets it when Roger pulls out of his mouth.
He loves how Roger loves him sucking his cock. Every moan from Roger is like music to his ears. He loves how desperate and needy he can make Roger, like he’s going to burst simply by the touch of Andy’s tongue on his cock. Andy settles back on his haunches, drinking in the sight of a slightly out of breath Roger and smirks. Amazing.