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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]

"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."

[atehimrightup]

The declaration makes me let out another rasping laugh, and that in itself is a wonder. It’s as new as the rest of it, the laughter and the joy, and he gives George a genuine smile and pulls him in closer, one hand firmly on the back of his neck.

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” he says in a low, fond voice, pulling him in for another kiss. It goes on and on, and he only pulls away when he has to cry out from another strong wave of pleasure. Their foreheads press together, Lee’s arms tightening around him, and he whimpers against his mouth.

“It feels good,” Lee admits breathlessly, lips brushing George’s as he speaks. “It feels so good. Please don’t stop.”

[gallowseyes]

The kiss goes on and on, unravelling, and, by the time they break, George is breathless, his hips still rocking, fucking Lee relentless. Lee asks -- begs -- him not to stop, but George isn't sure that much could stop him, right then. He'd stop if Lee wanted him to, find a way, but it'd be hard. Christ, it would.

He takes another kiss and then pushes himself up onto his hands, makes some room between them. "Touch your cock," he says. "Fuck your fist for me."

[atehimrightup]

Lee lets out a pathetic little whimper when George pulls away from the kiss, but he feels too good to be embarrassed. There is nothing he hates more than appearing needy or weak, but he finds that he doesn’t have to worry about that so much with George. Because unlike most other people Lee has met, George isn’t looking for ways to use it against him.

George props himself up over him, changing the angle in a way that makes Lee’s eyes roll back in his head. The pleasure seems to cover him like a heavy blanket, taking over every inch of him, so much so that it takes him a moment to process what George has asked of him. It would mean letting go of George, even with just one hand, and that feels impossible at the moment.

Still, he nods and takes a breath, keeping one hand hooked around the back of George’s neck while reaching down to curl the other around his cock. His breath catches and he groans, mouth falling open as he starts to stroke himself, staring up into George’s eyes the entire time.

George can’t really know all of him, not without all of this being ruined, but aside from his brief time with Maren, it’s the closest he’s ever come to actually feeling seen.

[gallowseyes]

He doesn't think he's ever going to get tired of hearing Lee make that noise. A hazy part of his brain knows that it wouldn't necessarily be a good idea to tell Lee that. The weight of Lee's hand on the back of his neck is divine, and he shifts, looking down so that he can watch Lee stroking his cock, the rock of his hips between his own fist and George's cock.

"Once isn't going to be enough," he says, breathless, and he means tonight, but he means the future too.

[atehimrightup]

For some reason, the declaration stuns him. All of this has taken him by surprise. George has become this unexpected force in his life, someone he can count on, someone who makes him feel like he’s worthwhile without seeming to expect anything in return.

“No, I don’t think it will,” he agrees, gasping as he arches his back, rocking down onto George’s cock and up into his own fist. The fullness is exquisite all on its own, satisfying in a way that usually only comes with the darker things he has to do. But there is no guilt in this, no shame. It’s just good.

“I want you to come inside me,” he says suddenly, gripping the back of George’s neck so hard that his fingernails leave little crescent indents in his skin. “No one’s ever done that before.”

[gallowseyes]

He nearly comes on command just at the thought of it -- not necessarily the act itself, because he's done it countless times, but being the first. He's been wtih virgins before, and Lee isn't that, but there's something heady about it, anyway. He groans at the sudden, little pain of Lee's nails digging into his skin.

"Say that again," he says. "Keep saying it."

[atehimrightup]

George’s reaction gives Lee a little thrill, eyes brightening at the sound he makes. He hadn’t even said it to be provocative, and was only stating a fact. The few other times, they’ve thankfully pulled out to finish and Lee squirmed away without watching, wanting nothing more than to get away.

This is markedly different, and Lee gives George an impish grin while sliding his hand up into his hair, tugging at it just enough to sting.

“Oh, you like that?” He rasps out, swiveling his hips and squeezing around George’s cock, legs curling tightly around his hips. “You want to be the first to mark me up inside?”

Lee’s grin widens a little and he curls his arm around George’s neck, lifting his own shoulders from the bed so he can let his lips brush George’s ear. “What if I said you’d be the only one?”

It’s not a difficult promise to make. He can’t imagine letting anyone else fuck him, let alone finish inside of him. They’re not exclusive or anything, but George is the only one to have earned that particular right.

“Come inside me,” he pleads, groaning as his own cock leaks all over his hand. “I wanna know what it feels like.”

[gallowseyes]

"Yes," says George, grunting at the tug in his hair. "Yes, I like that. And, yes, I want to be the first." And the only, he realises, though he doesn't vocalise that impulse, how powerfully it hits him. Nistead, he drops his head, fucking Lee harder, quicker, slamming into him, until he topples over the edge, coming hard, his face pressed into the crook of Lee's neck.

[atehimrightup]

It isn’t much of a surprise when George picks up the intensity, fucking him harder and faster, but Lee still feels bowled over by it all. Each wicked thrust makes stars burst behind his eyes, stealing the breath from his lungs as his balls tighten.

“Yeah, do it. Come inside me,” he pants out, tipping his head back to freely expose his throat, the most vulnerable part of him, without hesitation. He’s soon rewarded with George’s strangled cry and the sensation of his cock pulsing inside the tight grip of Lee’s body. It’s intimate and absurdly hot, and Lee grits his teeth to try and focus on it for a few moments more.

“Fuck, baby,” he gasps out, clutching at him tightly as his own orgasm takes over his body. He shouts and comes hard, making a mess between their bellies, panting as he goes lax against the mattress.

[gallowseyes]

George keeps moving, keeps fucking Lee until he feels himself start to soften, the slick mess of Lee's come smeared all over the skin of his belly, up to his chest. It's filthy and glorious and he's in no way sated by it. He slips to the side, stopping his full, boneless weight from coming to rest on Lee's chest.

"Fuck," he breathes, draping one arm across his eyes.