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[gallowseyes]

Festivities descend upon Darrow well before George would have expected them and, while they're different from the traditions he would have expected at home, there's enough familiarity that it's hard not to get caught up in it. To enjoy it, at least. He goes about his days, sees the people he knows, exchanges messages with Elora, with Lee. Strange as the world is, now, there's still comfort in bodies, and George takes comfort where he finds it.

Which is how he finds himself making his way through a crowded bar, sweating bodies pressing in on both sides. He's dressed for it, snug jeans and a t-shirt fitted across his shoulders -- so little clothes that he might as well be naked by the standards of the world that birthed him.

When he gets to the bar, he leans both elbows on the polished wood and waits to catch the barkeep's eye.

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[gallowseyes]

"I've always liked that part," says George, seeing no reason to lie to Lee as he luxuriates under the slow movements of the other man's calloused palms. "When I've had the time to really linger, that is. I never saw sex as something to be ashamed of or hide from. A body is a body, after all."

A slight shiver goes through him. "Although I wouldn't say no to blankets right now."

[atehimrightup]

Lee hums thoughtfully and nods, tipping forward to rest his forehead against George’s shoulder as his arms tighten around his middle.

“I wish I coulda been more like you,” he admits quietly, murmured against George’s pale skin. Lee has never really had the occasion to linger, and perhaps it was because of that shame. Another man’s body was always a dangerous thing to want, so it was best to get your primal needs met and be on your way.

But this— this is nice, too.

George breaks the silence and Lee chuckles, sliding his hands briskly up and down George’s back as if to warm him up. There’s a duffel bag in the expansive footwell, his clean laundry, and Lee leans over to drag an oversized flannel from the bag. He shakes it out and wraps it around George’s shoulders, smiling a little and briefly cupping his cheeks.

After giving him another brief kiss, he leans forward to deposit George onto the seat, hissing softly as he pulls out of him and tucks himself back into his jeans. He pulls the keys from his pocket and leans over to start up the engine, fiddling with the dash until warm air blows out and starts warming the cab, slowly unfogging the windows.

“You’ll have to slither back into those tight jeans of yours before we get to my place,” he teases, leaning back against the window, breathing in deep.

[gallowseyes]

He feels slick and used, which is not at all unpleasant, and he smirks as he slips into Lee's shirt -- which is easy -- and then fumbles his way into his jeans which, in the confined cab -- is harder.

"Too cold for a bare arse," he agrees, pushing his dark hair back from his face. "Though you have promised to warm in again in short order, as I recall."

[atehimrightup]

"Did I?" Lee drawls out, shooting George a smirk as he shifts to sit properly behind the steering wheel. He has to use a fast food napkin to wipe some of the fog away from the windshield, and then shifts into drive and navigates out of the parking lot. It's not a far drive, thankfully. The cab smells like sex and sweat and it makes Lee's teeth itch, makes his dick twitch in his jeans.

"I suppose I could do that," he murmurs once they stop at a red light, planting his foot against the brake as he leans over to pull George into a hungry kiss. He doesn't notice the light turn green, not until someone honks at him, and he lingers in the kiss for another spiteful second before pulling away and rolling through the intersection.

[gallowseyes]

"You definitely said something about your mouth," he says, a moment before he finds himself tugged close, finds that very mouth on his again. He moans, though it spills into a laugh at the cantankerous sound of the horn.

"I fear we make no friends," he says.

[atehimrightup]

"I have enough friends," Lee says with a low chuckle, glancing over George as he drives. It doesn't take long to make it to his building and he parks as close to the entrance as he can, feeling a chill against his sweat-damp skin as he hops out of the truck. George follows, looking flushed and unkempt, chest bare under Lee's oversized flannel, and he grabs George by the wrist to rush him into the lobby.

The elevator doors open as soon as Lee hits the button and he drags George into the thankfully empty lift, pressing him against the wall and burying his face in George's neck, teeth scraping gently against his pale skin. "Fuck, you smell good."

[gallowseyes]

As usual, when he's with Lee, he allows him to be crowded, to be led. He allows Lee to set the pace, which almost always ends up with them rushing headlong. It's not necessarily something that George minds. He groans softly at the scrap of Lee's teeth against his pulse.

"Mostly your doing," he says.

[atehimrightup]

Lee huffs out an amused breath at the response, nuzzling his nose behind George's ear. The sharp scent of his lust makes Lee hungry, makes his teeth itch as someone else's arousal always does, but he ignores it. George is so far off limits to that part of himself that even though he's hungry, even though he set out tonight with the intention of finding something to eat, he doesn't have to worry about slipping up.

The elevator door opens and Lee drags him out, holding him by the sleeve as he reaches into his pockets with his other hand for his keys. Once they're in the apartment, Lee doesn't bother turning on the lights. He drops the keys on the floor and rounds on George, grabbing him by the hips and pulling him in for a kiss. His hands dip under the flannel, fingers cold against George's bare skin, and he smirks into the kiss as he playfully pinches George's nipples with the icy tips of his fingers.

[gallowseyes]

As always, as ever, he finds himself helpless under Lee's hands and happy to be there. He writhes at the pinching touch, his mouth opening and a frankly filthy sound spilling out.

He pushes one hand into Lee's hair, fingers tightening to tug firmly.

[atehimrightup]

George is always so eager, coming back over and over again, and it makes Lee feel good. He’s not a last resort, he’s not just good enough to scratch an itch. George, handsome and charming as he is, chooses to do this with Lee.

Clever fingers yank at his hair and Lee hisses, then moans approvingly as he grabs George by the hips and wrangles him toward the back of the sofa, shoving the flannel down his shoulders. He grabs George by the neck and kisses him, hard and filthy until they have to pull back to breathe, then smiles as he smoothly sinks to his knees and reaches for the button of George’s jeans, leaning in to nuzzle at his cock through the thick fabric.

[gallowseyes]

As is so often the case, George finds himself caught up in it, carried along in Lee's wake. The flannel slips from his shoulders, leaving him half naked as Lee sinks down into his knees in front of him. He tousles his fingers into Lee's bright hair.

"Are you waiting for me to beg?" he teases.

[atehimrightup]

“Maybe,” Lee says with a low chuckle, humming his approval as George’s fingers twist in his hair, pulling just hard enough for it to sting pleasantly.

“Mostly I want to see the mess I made,” he murmurs as he drags George’s jeans down over his thick thighs. His cock bobs in Lee’s face and he curls his hand around the shaft to steady it, licking and slurping at the wet, pink head. He didn’t do this often back home, not because he didn’t enjoy it, but because it always made him feel too vulnerable, stuck on his knees with the delicate nape of his neck exposed.

He doesn’t feel that way with George. He’s come to trust this man, which is no small feat. He’s at ease in George’s presence, can close his eyes around him without being afraid, and it’s such a comfort.

After sucking George’s cock for awhile, lazily bobbing his head, he pulls off and grabs George by the hips, urging him to turn around. Once he does, putting that perfect ass of his in Lee’s face, he reaches up to spread his cheeks with his thumbs, groaning at the sight of his hole, wet and leaking. It satisfies something primal in Lee, and he groans as he drags his tongue over the slick curl of muscle, tasting himself on George’s skin.

[gallowseyes]

George is utterly unselfconscious. He grew up in shared spaces, dressing and undressing, aware of other people's bodies, aware that they were aware of his. Lee's mouth makes obscene sounds on his cock and Georgeg gorns, his fingers still twisted tight in Lee's hair. When Lee moves, he doesn't fight it, lets himself be guided and, when Lee's mouth goes back to work, George leans forward, catching his weight on both hands on the back of the sofa, offering himself up. His breath catches.

"You're the only person who's ever done this," he says.

[atehimrightup]

The admission surprises Lee, though he isn’t really sure why. Hygiene probably wasn’t the great back when George is from, and Lee doesn’t even do this all that often. Not because he doesn’t enjoy it, but because he rarely meets someone worth the effort.

“That’s a shame. You seem to love it so much,” Lee teases, dragging his tongue over George’s hole a few times before pressing it inside as best he can, one arm sliding around George’s hips so can grip his cock, thumbing at the wet head.

“I’ve only had it done to me once or twice,” he says when he pulls back to catch his breath, licking his lips and pressing two fingers into George’s ass slowly, pumping them in and out while stroking his cock at the same time. So rarely is he able to draw sex out like this, and he feels a little like a curious child wanting to explore.

He wonders if George might want to go down on him like this, or if George might want to fuck him. Usually when they’re together like this, Lee takes charge. Lee is the one on top and usually he’s fine with that. He’s only ever bottomed a few times, and they weren’t good experiences. He was young and dumb and looking back, his consent was iffy at best. He couldn’t relax, and felt far too vulnerable. The intrusion made him squirm like a pinned animal, which only seemed to please the ones pinning him down even more.

He ate one of them after, picked his bones clean until he was so full he could barely walk.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad with George. Maybe it’d even be good.

[gallowseyes]

"It feels very fucking French, somehow," he says, huffing out a sound that's half breathless laugh, half moan. "I spent some time there as a younger man, and...ah." His hips jerk. "Whatever you just did -- do it again. Please." It's different, being with Lee, than it ever was being with James. He can let go in a different way, be himself in a different way. The whole thing doesn't feel like a performance.

[atehimrightup]

“Not shocking, knowin’ how they like to kiss,” Lee rumbles out, chuckling lowly. He’s not sure he’s ever laughed during sex before. At least not out of genuine amusement.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he says, pressing his fingers in deeply again, searching out his prostate as he licks at where he’s stretched open, almost lazily tugging at his cock at the same time.

Lee is so guarded, so closed off all the time, and George is different. He moans and squirms and lets his pleasure be known, and it makes Lee all the more eager to give it to him.

[gallowseyes]

It's not the first time he's been handled like this, not nearly, but that doesn't stop him being meltingly willing, receptive to every slight shift of Lee's touch. "I learned to fuck there," he says, grinning, biting his lip over it. "To fuck men, in particular. To be fucked."

[atehimrightup]

That makes Lee pause briefly, pulling his head back to look up the long, pale line of George’s flank, curling around him a little to try and catch a glimpse of his face. He sounds like he’s smiling, but Lee can’t help but to wonder.

“Was that by your own choice?” He asks casually, keeping two fingers hooked into George’s body while loosely fisting his cock. It’s rock hard and leaking, and Lee knows that George has chosen this, at least. “To be taught those things?”

[gallowseyes]

It's a serious question, though it's difficult to focus on that with Lee's hands still on him. He looks down, trying his best to still his hips for a moment while he gives it the thought that it deserves.

"Yes, I chose that," he says. "I did not, so much, choose France, but it did work out in the end, I think."

[atehimrightup]

George goes still and Lee follows after, holding his breath as he waits for an answer. The one that comes is a relief and he nods, pressing a kiss to the swell of his ass and resting his cheek there for a moment as the impending rush of hypothetical anger fades before it could even fully manifest.

The thought of someone hurting George affects him in a way that takes him by surprise. Aside from his sister and Maren, he isn’t used to feeling protective. It’s not exactly in his nature as a killer.

He swallows back a brief flare of guilt. There is so much that George doesn’t know about him. He’d be disgusted, surely, if he ever found out the truth. It’ll happen eventually, he’s sure. And George will want nothing to do with him then.

Lee stands up abruptly, pulling his hands away and tearing open his pants to take out his cock, crowding up behind George and sinking into his body with a low moan.

This wasn’t his plan, but he wants to be close because he knows, deep down, that there’s a clock on this. There’s a clock on everything that has ever made Lee the slightest bit happy, and he wants to enjoy it while it lasts.

[gallowseyes]

Lee pushes his cock into George with no warning, and George's breath catches in a harsh, long moan. God, ti feels good, to be so taken, to feel so owned. He had started thinking of whatever this is with Lee as a casual thing and, sometimes, he isn't so sure. What he is sure of is that he'd do anything, in this moment, to make it last longer. What he is sure of is that he doesn't want Lee to leave.

[atehimrightup]

George rocks back against him, searing hot and eager, and Lee curls his arm around George’s chest, holding him close as he starts to roll his hips. He presses biting kisses to the side of George’s neck, teeth scraping against his skin as his other hand falls to George’s cock, stroking in time with his deep thrusts.

“You feel so good,” he murmurs, burying his nose in the soft hair at the base of George’s skull and inhaling the sweet, earthy scent of him. “Fuck, how do you feel so good?”

[gallowseyes]

He'd prefer, he thinks, to be face to face right then, able to kiss, to moan against the slick press of Lee's tongue, but that doesn't mean that it isn't also delicious, to be fucked this way. He laughs, not mocking, a soft and warm rumble of sound, rocking his hips back.

"Practice," he says, weight caught precariously on one hand so that he can reach back and push his fingers into Lee's sweat-damp hair. "So much pracctice."

[atehimrightup]

The answer makes him laugh, a low chuckle in the back of his throat, and his eyes roll back a little as George’s fingers twist in his messy hair.

“Lucky me,” he rasps out, sliding one hand up George’s stomach and chest to curl loosely around this throat, resting there without applying pressure, guiding his head to the side so Lee can kiss along his jaw, teeth scraping against the bolt of it as he fucks George with slow, hard thrusts, grinding his hips forward each time he sinks in.

“Already had you once tonight and still couldn’t wait to get you all the way to my bedroom to get inside you again,” he drawls against George’s ear, grinning against the shell of it. “But we’re in no rush now, right?”

[gallowseyes]

As always, with Lee, that hand on his throat that should be enough to panic him somehow doesn't and he groans, softly, at the scrape of teeth against his pulse. He rocks back to meet every thrust.

"All the time in the world," he says.