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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]

“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.

[atehimrightup]

George keeps licking at him, that clever tongue working until Lee is helpless to do anything but open up to him. It feels so good, leisurely and unhurried, which is really only something he’s ever had with George.

He whimpers when George pulls away, feeling vaguely pathetic for it, and blinks in surprise when cold lube is smeared across his hole. That’s a luxury that he never really had before. It was always spit or cheap motel lotion, but not this time. George is going to take care of him.

This time the command doesn’t irk Lee. He’s almost relieved to be told what to do now that he knows he’ll be safe. He nods, spreading his knees farther apart as he swallows George’s cock down as far as he can take it.

[gallowseyes]

He's never seen Lee like this before -- pliable, obedient -- and it strikes him as a priviledge. He has the sense that Lee wouldn't let himself be like this with almost anyone else. He lets his head rest back against the pillow, keeping Lee's cheeks spread with one hand as he rubs the slick pad of one finger over Lee's hole, spreading lube. The tip of that finger slips inside Lee easily enough, and George keeps his hand moving until its buried as deep as he can get it. He rolls his hips leisurely, pushing up into the wet heat of Lee's mouth.

[atehimrightup]

Lee bobs his head almost lazily, cheeks hollowing around George’s cock as he keeps one hand planted against the bed and the other on George’s thigh. When that finger starts to breach him, Lee goes deathly still for a moment, tensing as if he’s waiting for pain.

But it doesn’t hurt at all. George’s finger sinks in all the way to the last knuckle and Lee shivers, rocking his hips experimentally and relaxing as he lets George’s cock slide along his tongue again, nudging the back of his throat.

[gallowseyes]

His free hand is on Lee's hip, his thumb holding him spread, and George squeezes, lightly, as he pushes the finger home and feels Lee still ontop of him. Still, almost as soon as he goes still, Lee's starting to move again, fucking himself back onto George's finger, taking his cock impossibly deep.

"I think you can take another," says George, fighting to keep his voice level despite the maddening slide of Lee's mouth on his cock. "I'll go slow."

[atehimrightup]

It’s stupid, but it feels like he’s doing well, like George is impressed with him. Lee shouldn’t give a shit, but it’s nice. He’s so used to being the mistake, the problem, the issue. But George’s voice is warm and approving and Lee would be lying if he said it didn’t affect him.

He pretends not to care for the sake of his sanity, but he wants to be good. He wants it so, so badly.

Lee nods a little, thighs flexing as he feels two blunt fingertips rubbing at his hole. George’s cock falls from his mouth as he sucks in a breath, anticipatory, and twists to look over his shoulder for a moment.

He’s never been here and felt good about it. He’s been scared, he’s been angry, in over his head, and even resigned. But he’s never been so eager. He’s never felt needy like this.

“Do it,” he breathes out, turning his head and pulling George’s cock into his mouth again. It’s thick and big and Lee shivers when he imagines it pushing into his body, taking up space.

[gallowseyes]

"Good boy," says George, squeezing the cheek of Lee's ass as he starts, carefully, to press two fingers into him. George has had a lot of sex in his life, of all varying kinds, done this with varying levels of care, but he'd promised Lee that he wouldn't do anything that doesn't make him feel good, and its a promise that he intends to fulfill. His smile broadens when Lee's mouth slides down over his cock. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to remind you that I told you to keep that in your mouth."

[atehimrightup]

He wants to hate it, but he doesn’t. George praises him and it makes him feel a little feral, eager for more.

And then George continues and Lee rolls his eyes in fond exasperation, just barely letting his bottom teeth scrape along the underside of George’s cock as if to remind him that he can give as good as he gets.

That blunt pressure sinks in deeper and there’s a split second where Lee’s subconscious wants to find against the intrusion, but then it gives way to a slick sort of pleasure. True to George’s word. It doesn’t hurt, not really. There’s a pinch but it’s worth it for what comes after. George knows what he’s doing and Lee whimpers with his mouth full of cock, breathing in through his nose and curling his fingers around the base of George’s cock, stroking up to meet his lips.

[gallowseyes]

Anyone else, and George might have landed a slap, on the arse or the thigh, for the scrape of teeth. WIth Lee, the thought doesn't occur to him. He just smirks and rolls his hips. He fucks Lee slowly wtih two fingers, angling his wrist to search for that very particular spot inside that'll make Lee see stars.

"I want one more," he says.

[atehimrightup]

George’s fingertips find that spot deep inside Lee like he was given a map straight to it, rubbing at it so incessantly that Lee has to pull off of George’s cock just to breathe. He slams one hand down onto the bed, fisting the sheets as stars burst across his vision. It’s so much, almost too much, and Lee shifts his knees as if he’s going to pull away from the onslaught.

But he doesn’t. He takes a breath and makes himself stay, cheek pressed to George’s thigh as he tries to steady himself.

He’s never felt anything like this, pleasure simply for pleasure’s sake, and he lets out another ragged breath before pressing his wet, swollen lips to the side of George’s cock almost apologetically.

He wants to do as he’s told, to be good, but their combined lust makes his hunger surge and honestly, he’s not sure that he trusts his teeth right now.

“Fuck,” he gasps out, shuddering when George says he wants to add another. He nods blearily, licking up a drop of fluid that leaks out of George’s cock. It’s salty and bitter and Lee drags his head up to pull it back into his mouth even more eagerly than before, as if the taste could satisfy his craving, managing a jerky nod before letting him sink into the tight grip of his throat, not stopping until his nose is pressed to his pelvic bone.

[gallowseyes]

"Don't you dare come," he says, lifting his hips when he feels the brush of Lee's lips against his cock, when he takes it back into his mouth. He never would have imagined a version of Lee so needy, so pliable, but he's so happy to find out that it exists. He eases the two fingers out of Lee's ass, presses his tongue there instead, right at the moment that Lee swallows around the head of his cock. His head falls back with a moan. "Fuck, that clever mouth," he says. "Tell me you want a third finger. Let me hear it."

[atehimrightup]

A part of Lee wants to balk at being told what not to do, but instead to whimpers and clenches his thighs, grateful that George has already made him come once. It makes it a little easier to hold himself off. He’s new at this, too.

It’s a luxury he’s never had before, all this time. It isn’t a race, isn’t a quick rut behind a rest stop. They can go for as long as they want.

George’s fingers slide out of him, only to be replaced with the obscene press of his tongue, and Lee’s hips twitch as he lets out a choked whimper. His command takes a moment to filter through the haze, the ringing in Lee’s ears, and it takes great effort to let George’s cock fall from his mouth.

“I want three fingers,” Lee rasps out, twisting his head to look at George over his shoulder, lips red and pupils blown. George reeks of lust. It’s all over him, like syrup on his skin, and Lee idly wonders if being stuffed full like this will do anything to satisfy all the need he feels.

He hesitates for a moment, feeling oddly vulnerable and delicate considering his current position, and swallows hard. “I need to be able to see your face while you fuck me, though. Please.”

[gallowseyes]

"I can do that for you," says George, shifting his position slightly on the bed, smoothing his free hand down Lee's back as he shifts his other hand, pushing the two fingers back into Lee's ass and fucking him for a few quick strokes before he lines up the third and starts to work it inside, slowly, carefully. "I want to see your face as I push my cock into you. I bet you'll be beautiful."

[atehimrightup]

Lee gives him a grateful nod and then lets his head fall forward again as those clever fingers sink into him again. There’s a slight pinch at the addition, a vague burning stretch that has Lee moaning. It nearly distracts him from what George says, but not entirely. He can’t help the disbelieving huff that he lets out.

Lee knows he isn’t ugly. Luring people into shadowy corners to either eat them or fuck them would be much harder if he were. But beautiful? He doubts that very much.

But it doesn’t matter, because all he can focus on is the twist of George’s fingers inside of him. He’s never been so full and not felt panicked, eager to have it over. George is being careful with him, being thorough without coddling him, and Lee feels— well, he feels cared for in a way that makes his eyes sting, heart thudding in his chest as his throat tightens. “George, please.”

So much for not begging.