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[gallowseyes]

"Definitely not," Lee says with a soft huff of laughter, letting himself fall quiet as George touches him. Despite them being pressed together naked in the tub, with George's cock snug against the small of his back, there isn't anything inherently sexual about the situation. It's unfamiliar to him and the intimacy of it nearly makes him squirm, but instead he relaxes into it.

He even dozes a little, which is surprising. It's so hard for him to fall asleep around another person, and the last time he'd done so, he woke up to a broken heart. This time he wakes up with a bit of a start, going tense and then relaxing again just as quickly. He chuckles a little, reaching up to drag his wet fingers through his hair.

"You're spoilin' me," he murmurs, shifting his hips a little to press his ass back more firmly against George's crotch.

The movement of Lee's hips is a distraction. They're not often like this -- usually it's Lee driving things forward, George content to follow in his wake. George feels his cock start to stir, bends his head to press a kiss against Lee's damp skin.

"Don't know that I am..." He murmurs.

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[atehimrightup]

Lee does flush then, thankful for the low light. He goes tense and feels the familiar urge to flee, just like he does with any situation that makes him uncomfortable, but he doesn’t.

He squeezes George’s arm and bites his own lip, hips jerking slightly as George’s finger presses inside of him just a little. He feels a brief flutter of panic, but reminds himself that he’s safe. This time won’t be like the others. George isn’t them.

“I— I want to know if it can feel good,” he admits, feeling flayed open right there in the tub. “I haven’t done it much and— and didn’t really want to even when—“ He cuts himself off and pauses, unsure of just what to say. “It’s never felt good, but I bet it might with you.”

[gallowseyes]

He feels the shift in tension through his palm, his fingers, and he keeps up the slow, purposeful touches, his thumb stroking just below Lee's belly button, his finger slowly, surely, pressing inside.

"I can make sure you feel good," he promises, utterly sure of his ability to do that. He wonders what's happened in Lee's past -- he can guess, but he wonders if Lee will ever tell him. "I'll take care of you."

[atehimrightup]

Lee isn’t exactly proud of it, but the promise makes him melt. He’s never been taken care of, not in any real sense of the word. His mother treated him like a nuisance, like a weed she couldn’t prune. And his father, well— he made his mother look like a saint.

He’s always prided himself on being so independent, on taking care of himself and never needing anyone, but it’s such a lonely life.

And now there’s a gorgeous man who has only ever been nice to him promising to take care of him, if even for a night, and Lee wants so badly to believe it.

George’s finger sinks into him and Lee gasps, back arching as he nods. “Yeah, okay.”

[gallowseyes]

His finger pushes into Lee's arse, up to the second knuckle, and George keeps it there, still, gives Lee time to adjust to it.

"Tell me how you want it," he says, his voice still pitched low in the warm dark, his free hand shifting to curl around Lee's cock, squeezing gently. "I'll give you whatever you want. Be however you need me to be."

[atehimrightup]

The intrusion feels strange for a moment, but he’s done this to himself before. More out of idle curiously than anything purposeful, but still.

He takes another deep breath and practically whimpers at George’s voice in his ear, sweet and thick as honey on a summer day. It’s that, more than anything, that gets Lee going. It’s unfamiliar in its newness, but Lee likes it so much that he’s embarrassed by it.

“Just— be nice to me,” he gets out, immediately feeling a little pathetic. He squeezes his eyes shut and swallows hard, lifting his head as if he’s considering pulling away, but George’s finger sinks in deeper while his other hand curls around his cock, and Lee whimpers as he goes slack in George’s arms once more. “I just— I want to feel good.”

He almost feels like he might cry, embarrassed as he is, but he doesn’t think George will make fun of him. Lee doesn’t have to be so tough around him, doesn’t have to shrug on his heavy, spiky armor. He feels vulnerable, but lighter all at the same time. “I don’t know what to ask for other than that.”

[gallowseyes]

There's something about it -- the warm water lapping around them, the way Lee tenses and then relaxes in his arms, the tightness of the ring of muscle around his fingers. He keeps his hands moving, starting to stroke Lee's cock now, too.

"You're mine," he murmurs. "For now. For tonight. You'll be a good boy for me and I'll make you feel so...bloody...good." He punctuates each word with a gentle thrust of his finger, pushing a little deeper every time. "Yes?"

[atehimrightup]

The declaration makes Lee’s eyes snap open and the contrary part of him wants to rebel, because he doesn’t belong to anyone, but he can tell that isn’t what George means.

His cock lurches as George starts to stroke him and Lee is helpless against the onslaught because it feels good and George is warm and safe, and Lee wants to be good so, so badly.

He isn’t. He could never be, given what he is and what he has to do, but he wants it. And maybe he can be. Just for tonight.

“Fuck,” he gasps out, heels slipping against the bottom of the tub as he presses himself back against George. “Yes. Yes, I’ll be good.”

[gallowseyes]

"Good boy," says George, as promised, and then he starts to stroke Lee's cock in earnest, fucking him with one finger. "I'm going to make you come here, and then I'm going to take you into my bed and I'm going to tease you until you're begging me to fuck you as well as you deserve."

[atehimrightup]

“Jesus Christ,” he gasps out, head spinning from how quickly things have shifted. It’s an onslaught, George’s hands on him and his low and commanding voice in Lee’s ear, but it doesn’t feel like an attack. It feels like he could just let go and everything would be fine. He can’t remember the last time he felt like that.

“Like I deserve?” Lee asks, voice unsteady as he bucks up into George’s hand. From someone else, that could be read as a threat. Lee has done awful things. He’s sure that he deserves all the pain he’s ever felt, because he’s a monster.

But George doesn’t treat him like one.

His finger sinks in deeper and as Lee’s hips rock, the angle changes and he brushes against a spot that makes Lee see stars, keening as his head drops back against George’s shoulder.

[gallowseyes]

"Like you deserve," he says, gratified when that high, slightly desperate noise leaks out of Lee. He keeps up the stroke of his hand over Lee's cock, the press of his finger inside him. He'd like to add another, but there'll be time for that later.

"Because you're going to be my good boy, aren't you?" He says, catching Lee's earlobe between his teeth. "Let me hear you say it."

[atehimrightup]

Lee’s chest seems to seize up, heart stuttering, and he nods jerkily. Maybe if he wasn’t so desperately turned on, he’d put up more of a fight. But what’s the point? George obviously wants it, and so does Lee.

He wants to be good, and he’s willing to pretend. Just for a little while.

“I’ll be good,” he chokes out, whimpering and closing his eyes as George massages his prostate. He’s never been on the receiving end of that before, and he’s been missing out. His cheeks are burning red, fingers shaking where he grips George’s forearm, but he nods again. “I’ll be a good boy.”

[gallowseyes]

He's never had the opportunity -- the privilege -- to see Lee come apart like this and, now that he has, he's pretty sure it's something he's not going to get bored of. He keeps up the insistent press of his finger inside Lee, his wrist angled just so, his hand sliding over Lee's cock. He's aching hard himself, pressed against Lee's skin, but he can wait. It'll be all the sweeter, when he arrives.

"I know you will," he murmurs. "And I'll make it worth your while." He kisses Lee's skin. "I wonder how many times I can make you fall apart before you beg for mercy?"

[atehimrightup]

Lee is close, so close, but those last words make him go tense, anxiety spinning out alongside immense pleasure.

“Making me beg doesn’t sound very nice,” he gasps out, and he knows George didn’t mean it like that. He knows he’s safe here, but he’s been through so much awful shit and his head is so messed up and it’s frustrating.

“I don’t want to beg,” he admits, and there’s a humiliating quiver in his voice. He grips the sides of the tub, shoulders lifting away from George’s chest like he wants to get out, but George’s hands are on him, in him, and he lets out a stuttering moan before going limp against him again, sending water sloshing into the tile.

[gallowseyes]

He feels the shift in Lee's mood, the way the sudden tension in his shoulders also makes him clench around George's finger. He lays kisses against the side of Lee's face, his neck, his shoulder, keeps up the steady rhythm of both hands.

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," he says. "But I promise I won't have you do anything that doesn't make you feel good. You have my word."

He swipes his thumb over the leaking head of Lee's cock, shifts the angle of the finger inside him just so.

[atehimrightup]

George kisses him in a way that could only be described as tender, plush lips covering his skin, and Lee relaxes at the reassurance even if he’s embarrassed to need it.

“Okay,” he rasps out, nodding and closing his eyes as he refocuses on the pleasure that George is making him feel, hands slipping from the sides of the tub. He puts one on George’s forearm and reaches back with the other, cupping the back of his head, fingers twisting in his hair.

Lee turns his head and seeks out George’s mouth, kissing him soundly while his hips rock between George’s hands. Eventually it becomes too much to hold back and Lee cries out softly as he comes, panting against George’s mouth as his hips jerk below the cooling water.

[gallowseyes]

They're kissing as Lee comes, and George drinks in every whimpering sound that he makes, every moan and sigh and whimper. George keeps his hands moving, working Lee through it until his cock starts to soften in George's palm. He turns his head, slightly, groaning at the pull at the roots of his hair.

"Have you had enough, then?" He asks, smirking because he suspects that he already knows the answer.

[atehimrightup]

Lee chuckles and shakes his head, relieved that he hadn’t ruined everything.

“I’ve had enough of this water,” he says, lifting his hands in front of them and wriggling his fingers. “I’m getting all pruny.”

George is hard against the small of his back and Lee makes sure to rock his hips a bit before pulling himself to his feet and stepping out of the tub, feeling slightly jelly-legged as he reaches for a towel to dry himself off.

“You mentioned something about a bed.”

[gallowseyes]

"I did," says George, staying lying back in the tub for a moment, his hard cock bobbing obscenely against his belly. He doesn't even try to hide that he's watching Lee, eyes gone dark with arousal. He sits up, hauling himself up to standing.

"I'm not done with you, yet." He doesn't know if Lee will give him the opportunity again, and he doesn't intend to waste it.

[atehimrightup]

George stares at him in a predatory sort of way, eyes tracking his every move, and Lee ducks his head to hide a smile. He doesn’t think he’s much to look at, too skinny and littered with bite scars and stupid tattoos, but George looks at him like he’s something desirable. It’s intoxicating.

“Is that right?” Lee says with a smirk, stepping forward to drag the towel over George’s chest and shoulders, drying him off. He drags the towel down his arm, lifting his hand to dry that as well. He looks at the finger that had just been inside of him and brings it to his mouth, cheeks hollowing around the digit as he sucks on it while looking George in the eye.

[gallowseyes]

George has done similar himself, which doesn't stop the rush of heat he feels as he watches Lee suck his finger. His other hand comes up to cup the back of Lee's head, fingers pushing into bright hair.

"Remind me what you want," he says, now that he can look Lee in the eye.

[atehimrightup]

Lee’s cheeks flush nearly as red as the shock of color in his hair at the question and he stalls for a moment, sucking hard at George’s finger before letting it fall from his mouth.

George is holding the back of his head, looking him right in the eye, and Lee feels pinned under his gaze.

“I want you to be nice to me,” he says again, once again feeling vaguely humiliated. It’s such a sad thing to have to ask for, but at the same time it’s almost a relief to have found someone he can be so vulnerable in front of.

“It’s never been nice before,” he admits, averting his gaze and furrowing his brow slightly as he swallows hard. “It’s always… hurt.”

[gallowseyes]

He hates the thought of it -- the thought of something like that hurting. Yes, there's been pain, but it's always given way to pleasure, and he loathes the fact that Lee hasn't felt that.

Still, there's a time for everything.

"I'll be nice to you," says George, keeping his firm hold in Lee's hair. "And you'll be a good boy for me."

He wants to see what hearing that does to Lee's face.

[atehimrightup]

A part of him wants to hate it, to tell George to knock it off with the good boy shit, but he doesn’t. He can’t, because it scratches an itch deep inside of him in a way that he can’t seem to resist.

All his life, he’s only ever felt like he was bad, like he was made wrong. Like he’s a mistake.

“I want to be good,” he breathes out helplessly, eyes wet as he lifts his chin to meet George’s gaze. It feels like a confession and he takes a shaky breath, nodding as best he can with George’s hand in his hair. “I’ll be good. Just— please don’t make me beg, okay? Not this time.”

[gallowseyes]

For a moment, George honestly thinks that Lee might cry, and he's ashamed of how hot the thought of that makes him. Still, the heat of it sinks through him.

It doesn't escape him that "not this time" doesn't mean "never". He doesn't comment on it.

"If I do anything you don't want, you tell me," he says, nudging Lee back a step, hand still in his hair.

[atehimrightup]

“You know I will,” Lee confirms, because as vulnerable as he’s being, he doesn’t want George thinking he’s weak.

Lee steps back, breath catching at the slight pull at the roots of his hair. This is an unfamiliar spot for him, and he isn’t quite sure how to navigate it.

But George does. He was trained for this, after all. He’s so much more experienced than Lee, and he knows what he’s doing. Most importantly, he’s promised not to hurt Lee. And miracle of miracles, Lee believes him.

There is no reason for Lee not to just let go. It’s not an easy thing for him to do, and every animal instinct in his body wants to fight it, but there is also a sort of peace that comes with the realization. He can just let go. For one night, he doesn’t need to worry.

“I’ll be good,” he says again, this time with more conviction, and there’s a bit of a stern glint in his eye as he looks at George again, a slight reminder of how inherently dangerous Lee is. “As long as you’re nice.”