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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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[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.”

[gallowseyes]

"I told you I will be," he says, smirking. He doesn't think Lee would hurt him, but he also doesn't intend to give him cause. He walks Lee backwards until the backs of his knees hit the mattress.

"First," he says, "You're going to suck my cock, and I'm going to open you up properly." He tilts his head. "Nice enough?"

[atehimrightup]

Lee lets himself be led, curious about the switch that seems to have been flipped in George. Every time they’ve been together, he had seemed content to let Lee set the pace and tone, following Lee’s clues.

This is so different and as odd as it feels, it isn’t bad. Far from it.

Lee lifts his brows at the command, tilting his head at the same time George does. It’s hot, him being bossy like this, but Lee doesn’t think he could tolerate it from anyone else.

“Nice people say please,” Lee says in a low voice, smirking slightly as he leisurely sinks to his knees at the end of the bed, pinned between the mattress and George’s thick thighs. His cock is red and hard, weeping from the head and straining forward, and Lee feels a bit awed by that. All that just from touching him. Lee hadn’t done anything at all.

He looks up at George and opens his mouth, sticking out his tongue as it glistens with saliva, and then sways forward to take George’s cock into his mouth and sucking eagerly. Just as he was told.

[gallowseyes]

"I'll work on that," says George, but then Lee's mouth is on his aching cock and, for a moment, he can't formulate more words. He rocks his hips, thrusting shallowly into the other man's mouth.

"This is lovely," he says, finally, "But it's not entirely what I had in mind."

[atehimrightup]

Lee used to think that he didn’t particularly enjoy sucking cock. He didn’t really dislike it, either. It was just something that he did sometimes, if he was in the mood.

But with George, he likes it. He smells good, and tastes good, too. It makes his belly twist with the gnawing ache of hunger, like smelling something delicious after days without eating.

He could do so much damage, but he won’t. He wouldn’t. He would never hurt George, no matter how hungry he gets.

Lee closes his eyes and loses himself in the rhythm of it, then chuckles as best he can with his mouth full when George speaks. He pulls off slowly, licking his lips and reaching up to wipe at his spit slick chin.

“Sounds like you need to make up your mind,” Lee says in a low rasp, swaying forward to kick at the head of George’s cock as if it were an ice cream cone on a hot summer’s day.

[gallowseyes]

"Sounds more like you need to wait for instructions," says George, undeniably fondly, running his thumb across Lee's bottom lip. He shifts, stepping away for long enough to stretch out on the bed, a pillow behind his head.

"Now, I want you to get up here on all fours so that I can reach your arse while that clever mouth is busy," he says, and then he grins. "Please."

[atehimrightup]

Lee playfully bares his teeth, snapping them near George’s fingers. The touch to his face is purposeful but almost gentle, and Lee’s eyelashes flutter a little before he turns his head to hide his face against his shoulder for a moment.

George gets up and Lee follows, turning to watch as he spreads himself out along the bed as if it were its king.

“You’ve got a filthy little mouth,” Lee says fondly, then looks vaguely confused by the suggestion before realization hits. “I’ve never done that before.”

Sometimes Lee forgets how young he is. He’s lived lifetimes by now, suffered and scraped by, and his frontal lobe isn’t even fully developed. It’s wild.

“It seems very— what’s the word I’m thinking of?” Lee asks as he gets onto the end of the bed on all fours, crawling over George like a big cat on the hunt. He turns around, pressing his knees into the bed near George’s ribs while turning to give him a look over his shoulder, eyes dark with arousal as he smirks. “Decadent.”

[gallowseyes]

The way Lee moves is beautiful -- almost as beautiful as the way he looks once he's arranged, long and lithe, legs spread wide with cock and balls framed between them. George takes a minute just to look at him and then he moves, sliding both hands up the backs of Lee's thighs to his ass, and then spreading him.

"You're benefitting from the richness of my experience," he says. He hadn't learned this in James' bed, not exactly, but it had definitely been for the king's benefit.

[atehimrightup]

“Lucky me,” Lee says with a hint of sincerity, breath catching as George spreads his ass cheeks apart. It’s searingly vulnerable, but having George’s cock to focus on makes it easier. He’s exposed, but not helpless. He wraps his fingers around George’s cock and wonders if he did that on purpose.

He bends his knees a little, muscles in his thighs engaged as he lowers his ass a little, letting his spine dip so his ass tilts up. It makes him feel a little like a cat in heat, but that isn’t entirely inaccurate.

[gallowseyes]

Lee shifts, lithe and lovely, and George holds him like that for just a moment before he shifts, rubbing the pad of one thumb over Lee's exposed hole before he leans forward and swipes his tongue against Lee's skin. He groans, softly, at the taste of him -- soap, an edge of sweat.

"I want to see how many of my fingers you can take," he says. "But you'll tell me when it starts to feel like too much." He doesn't phrase it as a question, because it isn't. It's an instruction, with an implicit promise -- he'll stop the minute Lee says the word.

[atehimrightup]

The first touch of George’s tongue feels like an electric spark and Lee gasps, shivering from the pleasure of it, so good that he feels the wild urge to try and flee because it must be too good to be true.

But he stays, blinking blearily as his chest heaves with a deep breath. George’s voice, his stupid hot accent saying filthy things makes Lee shudder again, fingers curled around George’s cock as he nods.

He’s being so bossy and normally Lee hates being bossed around, fucking loathes it, but this feels different. George knows what he’s doing, and it’s in Lee’s best interest to obey. And George won’t hurt him. Lee knows he won’t, so it’s okay.

“Yes,” he breathes out, lapping at the head of George’s cock before taking the head of it into his mouth, whimpering helplessly around it.

[gallowseyes]

The sound that Lee makes, the way his breath hitches, is beautiful. They've fucked a lot, in a lot of ways, and still George has never seen him quite like this. It's beauitufl. He doesn't reply to Lee for a moment, keeps his mouth pressed where it is, tongue warm and wet as it presses against Lee. When he leans back, he turns slightly, reaching for the tube of lubrication on his bedside table. The world has moved on a lot in the years since he was born.

"That's right," he says, squeezing lube onto his fingers and then, for good measure, between the cheeks of Lee's arse, directly against his hole. "Keep my cock in your mouth." He puts the tube down and rubs the slick tip of one finger over Lee, teasing.