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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]

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.

[gallowseyes]

George ignores the plaintive note in his voice for a moment, keeps fucking him with his fingers, working him open, until he's satisfied that it won't hurt when he replaces his fingers with his cock. When he's satisfied, he drags his fingers free, palming Lee's ass and squeezing before he lands a light slap on his thigh.

"On your back, darling," he says. "Let me see you."

[atehimrightup]

George doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up, but it doesn’t feel cruel. He isn’t teasing Lee, instead taking care of him. The stretch of George’s fingers doesn’t sting anymore, and the pressure instead makes Lee feel shivery and wild, taut as a bowstring.

He breathes through it, eyes closed, and lets out a quiet growl of a sound when he’s suddenly so empty. When he’s told to get on his back, Lee hesitates. It’s exactly what he said he wanted, but now it suddenly feels so real. He feels like he’s been flayed open, vulnerable and raw, and the thought of George seeing him like that is terrifying.

But even still, he wants it. Lee takes a breath and crawls forward a little, twisting catlike as he moves into his back, drawing his knees up to plant his heels into the bed as he looks over at George’s face, his own expression hesitant and trusting all at once.

[gallowseyes]

Lee sprawls on his back and George takes a moment to just look at him. He's never seen Lee look exactly like this before, his expression open and vulnerable, young. He is beautiful, despite the bruising on his face, the scars and the split lip. He shifts, grabbing the libe from the side of the bed and slicking his cock, his breath catching as his fingers slide over sensitive skin still damp from Lee's mouth.

"Tell me what you want," he says, as he moves over Lee's body, leans down to graze a kiss against the side of his mouth. He knows the answer, but he wants to give Lee a chance to change his mind.

[atehimrightup]

George crawls over him and Lee’s breath catches. It’s ridiculous, because they’ve been here before. They’ve fucked so many times and it shouldn’t be that different, but it is.

Lee made a vow to himself a long time ago, before he even reached eighteen, that he wouldn’t let anyone do this to him again. And now, here he finds himself.

But George isn’t just anyone. That’s clearer now more than ever.

George pauses to check in with him, still taking his time, and Lee lifts slightly trembling arms to wrap them around George’s shoulders. His cheeks feel hot, jaw tensing as he tries to make his mouth work.

“I feel stupid,” he admits with a low chuckle, turning his head to the side a little. “Just— you like me, right?” He looks up to meet George’s eyes again. “Fuck me like you like me.”

[gallowseyes]

At court there had been many people -- his own mother likely included -- who would have believed George Villiers incapable of anything other than the pantomime of real feelings. They would have been wrong. Looking down at Lee, he finds himself unable to name what swells in his chest, but cannot deny it, all the same.

He swallows, nodding, doesn't do Lee the disservice of trying to reassure him with words. Instead, he reaches between them, curls his fingers around his cock and guides himself into place, his weight caught on his arm so that he can bend his head and kiss Lee, hungry and deep, as he presses into him.

[atehimrightup]

Their eyes meet and there’s something in George’s that Lee can’t quite recognize, because he isn’t sure that anyone else has ever looked at him that way. It makes him feel warm and a little panicky all at once but maybe it’s a good thing that he’s so distracted by it because George’s cock is suddenly sinking into him, pressing past that tight ring of muscle. Lee’s eyes widen a little, body tensing on instinct as he braces himself for it to hurt.

But it doesn’t. The other times this has happened, he’s felt pinned down and helpless, like an animal caught in a trap, but that feeling never comes.

Instead, George kisses him so wonderfully that Lee’s toes curl a little, and he relaxes enough for George’s cock to sink even deeper into his body. He’s surprised at how good it feels, all exquisite pressure and a smooth glide, and it doesn’t hurt at all.

Lee whimpers a little into the kiss, clutching at George’s broad shoulders as he draws his knees up slightly, cradling George’s hips between his thighs in what he hopes is a clear invitation to continue.

[gallowseyes]

Lee shifts underneath him and George rolls his hips, fucking him with long, slow strokes, giving him time to adjust. Fuck me like you like me, Lee had asked, and George doesn't really know what that means, because he does like Lee, doesn't need to pretend that its true. He breaks the kiss for a moment, lifts his head so that he can look down at him. He shifts his weight, cradling Lee's face with one hand, the pad of his thumb tracing the tender line of Lee's bottom lip.

"Fuck, you feel good," he groans.

[atehimrightup]

All of this feels entirely new, like it’s too good to be true, and Lee feels a little dumbstruck as George fucks him deep and slow. His lashes flutter a little at how good it feels to be speared on George’s thick cock. It seems to take up so much room inside of him, filling him up, and it satisfies him in a way that he didn’t expect.

George stares down at him and Lee can’t help but to stare back, eyes going glossy as George cradles his face so tenderly. He moves his hand to curl it around George’s wrist, holding onto him while he allows himself to simply lie back and take it, reveling in the feeling.

Eventually he starts to move his hips in time with George’s easily falling into rhythm together. The angle shifts slightly and Lee moans, eyes rolling back as his spine arches up. That, in combination with the praise falling from George’s mouth, makes his chest heave.

“I didn’t know it could be like this,” he admits breathlessly, staring up at George as he opens his mouth wider and closes his lips around George’s thumb, cheeks hollowing as he sucks at it.

[gallowseyes]

The heat of Lee's mouth around his thumb sends a jolt of pleasure right to George's balls, and he groans, snapping his hips to thrust as deep into Lee's body as he can get. Lee matching the rhythm of his hips is perfect and George shifts his hand, hooking his thumb to just barely tug at the corner of Lee's mouth.

"I'll always make it this good," he says, like a promise, a prayer.

[atehimrightup]

George thrusts a little harder, jolting him forward the slightest bit, and Lee cries out at the sensation. His back arches as George tugs at his mouth, pulling at his split lip just enough for it to sting, but that doesn’t hurt either. It only adds to all the sensation, and Lee’s cock throbs where it’s trapped between their bellies.

“Oh, you think I’m gonna let you do this all the time now?” Lee gasps out, chuckling breathlessly as his legs tighten around George’s waist, one hand tangling in his hair. He’s so fucking beautiful, like a piece of art come to life, and Lee feels a little like he’s in a dream that he never wants to wake up from.

George thrusts at that perfect angle again and again, and Lee can’t help but to shout. “You’re makin’ a good argument. I’ll give you that.”

[gallowseyes]

"I might not know how often," says George, keeping up that slightly harder rhythm, rocking Lee's back against the bed. He can feel the hard slick line of Lee's cock against his belly and, when he imagined the mess that it'll make, his head spins. "But I know you're going to let me do it again."