“Could you…” John started, trailing off with an embarrassed look on his face. Immediately, Freddie was intrigued and perked up, quickly crawling into his lap and wrapped his arms around his neck. 

“Could I what?” He asked curiously. 

John bit his lip and Freddie stole a short kiss, sucking his lower lip into his mouth and nipping at it sharply before pulling back.

“Could I what?” He repeated.

“Would you call me daddy?” 

It was barely louder than a whisper but Freddie heard it anyway and his smile grew into a shit-eating grin. 

“Oh, you want me to call you daddy? Now or when you fuck me?” 

There was a faint blush on John’s cheek that grew darker quickly and Freddie laughed. 

“During sex.” Freddie hummed, blinking up at him in an almost innocent way and he saw how John’s adam’s apple bopped heavily.

“Would that make you happy, daddy?” 

“Fuck… Yeah, that- that would make you very happy.”

“No, that can’t go there, I need this space.” Freddie said, pointing to an amp. “You need to move it.” 

John swallowed hard at that, face reddening quickly even though Freddie wasn’t even talking to him and his voice still had this effect on him. He stared to the ground and crossed his legs, too embarrassed to keep looking at Freddie. 

“Deaky, darling?” 

His head snapped up again when Freddie addressed him, finding the older man smiling at him. 

“Come on, get up here.” 

He crooked his finger at him and John was unable to disobey and stood up, slowly approaching him. Freddie immediately put his hand on the small of his back, gently pushing him forward. John knew he was probably imagining things but his voice was slightly different when Freddie ordered him around and he couldn’t help but feel all warm and it made him drop to his knees immediately. 

“Let’s go through your set-up, darling. Tell me if something isn’t right.” 

John nodded mutely, his throat dry. Freddie was smiled at him.

John groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, desperately willing himself not to come immediately as he sunk into Freddie. He was so hot and tight and he couldn’t stop his hips from twitching forward. Freddie didn’t seem to mind at all, arching his back and moving his hips back, shooting him a dark, hungry look over his shoulder. 

“C’mon, you don’t have to be gentle with me.” 

John chuckled, his hands on his hips flexing, holding him in place easily. A hard thrust had Freddie toss his head back and moan loudly, his hands gripping the sheets tighter. The next thrust was slower and he frowned, trying to coax John into fucking him harder but he wouldn’t let him. 

“Maybe I want to be gentle with you, sweetheart.” 

“You’re really something, darling.” 

John leaned forward, managing to kiss him without losing his rhythm, playfully nipping at Freddie’s lips.

John really hadn’t anticipated this evening to go like this but he had Freddie pressed up against a bathroom wall, his thigh pressed between his legs and Freddie’s hand mussing up his hair as they made out passionately. The young man tasted like the fruity cocktails he had been drinking all evening and John eagerly chased after it, deepening their kiss. Freddie moaned, his hips rocking up against John’s thigh and he couldn’t resist slipping a hand under his shirt and spreading his hand over his stomach. 

“Will you take me home?” Freddie asked, looking almost innocent in the way he blinked up at him even though John knew he really wasn’t. His lips were red and swollen, looking too irresistible so he leaned down to kiss him again. 

“Yes. My car is just outside, come on.”

John gasped when Freddie poured a generous amount across his stomach and immediately dived after it, licking it right off his skin. His tongue dipped into his navel and he moaned softly. Freddie chuckled and lifted the bottle again, leaving a trail from his navel to his collarbone, eagerly following up. He sucked his nipple into his mouth and John groaned, hips twitching upwards before Freddie pushed them down again. Freddie was meticulous about making sure he got all the chocolate off of him, often licking over spots twice or more often. 

Once he was cleaned, Freddie leaned up and kissed him. The chocolate was sweet on his tongue and John eagerly chased after the taste. Freddie dripped just a little bit of it into the dip of his throat, letting his teeth graze over the skin as he licked it off. 

“Fuck.” John breathed, a shiver running down his spine. 

“Delicious.” Freddie teased and kissed him again. 

“Can’t wait until we’re back at the flat and I can tear your clothes off with my teeth.” 

John almost choked on his drink, not so subtly hiding his reaction with a cough. 

“My parents are right there!” He hissed but Freddie only grinned at him. 

“I still have some whipped cream, I could lick it off of you. Or chocolate sauce if you prefer that.” 

John struggled to keep a straight face, praying his parents couldn’t hear what Freddie was saying. He’d die of embarrassment. Freddie’s fingers trailed up and down his thigh and John shot up straight with a strangled sound, stabbing his potatoes way too hard. His boyfriend chuckled lowly and took a sip from his water, seemingly enjoying this whole thing immensely.

“C’mon, you should ask him out!” Roger said, pushing John’s shoulder. 

“No way. Have you seen him? Why would he be interested in an old guy like me?” 

Roger rolled his eyes at him, shaking his head unbelievingly. 

“Look at you! You’re a catch! Handsome, smart, kind and very adorable! If that was my type, I’d go for you.” 

They pulled a face at the same time, not liking the turn their conversation had taken. 

“Gross, I’ll let you know when I want to have a go with an aging former star from a cheap Baywatch knock-off.”

Roger let out a barking laugh and raised his glass towards him. 

“Yeah, so you better ask out the pretty boy or I’m your only choice.” 

John stared at him for a second, immediately grabbing his phone to text Freddie when Roger waggled his eyebrows at him suggestively. 

“There we go! That’s my man!”

“Stop. Please.”

John hoisted Freddie’s legs up further, making the kimono he as wearing slip higher, exposing more of his thigh. It now only barely covered him anymore, only covering one shoulder and a little bit of his chest and thighs. He looked ethereal with his dark hair fanned out on the mattress, his face flushed and his eyes dark. 

He let out a low moan with John’s next thrust and tossed his head back. 

“You look so beautiful, sweetheart.” John mused. “I should buy you another one. What do you think about blue?” 

Freddie just moaned again and nodded, fingers digging into his shoulders. John brushed his thumb over his lips, smiling when he eagerly opened his mouth and sucked it in. 

“So pretty.”

Freddie curled his fingers and thrusted them deeper into John, hitting his sweet spot and made him moan loudly. He grabbed the sheets tightly, bracing himself so he could fuck himself on Freddie’s fingers but Freddie only tutted and pressed his hips down again. John whined pathetically. He tossed his head back, exposing a collection of dark marks all over the pale skin of his throat. 

“Shush, darling, you know what I want to hear.”

He crooked his fingers again and John keened loudly. Freddie grinned at him. His face was flushed down to his chest and he looked beautiful with his long hair splayed out like that. 

“Say it and I’ll let you come.” 

Their eyes met and John was panting harshly, mouth slack, red and wet, looking good enough to eat. Freddie couldn’t resist kissing them, sharply nipping at the lower lip. 

“I’m yours.”

John’s voice was barely above a whisper but it was enough for Freddie, whose fingers sped up and wrapped a hand around John’s dick, jerking him off in quick strokes until he spilled all over his hand and his stomach. John collapsed bonelessly into the mattress.

“Good boy.”

John almost gasped out loud when he saw the omega that followed Roger into the room. He was beautiful, long dark hair framing his face, dark eyes and a beautiful smile. 

“So this is the bass player I heard so much about! Pleased to meet you, darling!” 

Thankfully, John was quick to take his hand when he held it out for him. His skin was incredible soft and he got a whiff of the heavy floral scent that was coming off the omega. 

“Hello.” He managed to choke out. 

It took almost all of his self-discipline to not sniff the air loudly and he really didn’t want to come off as a creep. The omega smiled widely at him, seemingly not bothered by John’s awkwardness. 

“I heard quite the lot of you. Roger and Brian couldn’t shut up about you. I’m excited to hear you play.” 

John preened slightly at that and he picked up his bass again. 

“Any song wishes?”

Freddie couldn’t help but smile smugly when he spotted a very noticeable hickey on John’s throat that wasn’t covered by his high-collared shirt. John blushed adorably when their eyes met, fingers reaching for the dark mark but he smiled too, face growing just distant enough for Freddie to know that he really liked it. 

As soon as he was in reach, Freddie pulled him close, placed his lips over the mark and sucked softly. John gasped softly, squirming in his hold. He swiftly unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt, letting his teeth graze over the sensitive skin before pulling off. 

“There we go.” He hummed happily. 

“Freddie! People will see-”

“That you belong to me.” 

John’s eyes widened and the blush on his cheek deepened. Freddie tipped his chin up. 

“So pretty.”

Freddie straddled John, ignoring the steering wheel digging uncomfortably into his back but he didn’t really care, too busy kissing John. They were parking in the driveway of John’s home, lights turned off as they pulled at each other clothes while messily making out. 

Freddie swiftly unbuttoned John’s shirt, pushed it off his shoulders, eagerly letting his hands roam over his chest, brushing over his nipples and pinched them gently. John arched his back and moaned. 

“There’s lube in my jacket pocket. Can you grab it?” Freddie panted. 

John reached for the jacket on the backseat, searching for the lube while Freddie busied himself with sucking marks into his neck. It took a little bit of fumbling for both of them to undress far enough so he could finger Freddie open slowly. They kissed sloppily and rocked against each other, pace picking up quickly. Freddie struggled to get the condom open, distracted by John finding his prostate and moaned loudly, almost dropping it. Eventually, he did managed it and quickly rolled it over John’s dick. 

They fucked fast in a fast, hard pace, the car windows fogging up quickly and neither of them lasted long and Freddie collapsed on John, both of them panting harshly.