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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]

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.

[atehimrightup]

George doesn’t stop right away, and Lee gets to find out what it feels like to be fucked just after orgasm, when he feels all shivery and high. His mind is utterly blank of everything that isn’t the pressure between his legs and George’s weight on top of him.

It’s only when it’s just on the verge of too much stimulation when George pulls out. He whimpers at the sudden emptiness, and his stomach does a nervous little flip when George starts to slide away from him. But it’s only to lay at his side, pressed shoulder to shoulder on the tousled sheets, chests heaving as they catch their breath.

“That good, huh?” Lee pants out, grinning as he turns his head to watch as George covers his face.

[gallowseyes]

Eyes still closed, George laughs at that, a proper laugh, and then he turns his face towards Lee, one eye still squinted shut. He looks at him for a long moment, really taking him in.

"Good enough that I want to flip you over and do it again," he says, still grinning. "Just give me a moment to catch my breath."

It never takes long.

[atehimrightup]

George lifts an arm to look at him, sweaty and flushed with one eye squeezed shut as he smiles so wide, and Lee feels a rush of emotion so strong that his chest nearly seizes up. There is fondness, but there is also guilt.

It seems as if George actually cares about him, actually wants him around, and as much as Lee wants to revel in that, he can’t. Because if George knew the truth, he wouldn’t be here.

So, Lee feels guilty, but he rationalizes it to himself. He isn’t wasting George’s time, isn’t keeping him from being with other people, and George will tire of him eventually, like everyone does. He can move on none the wiser, and Lee will cope. Like he always does.

“Ah, you think it was an open invitation,” Lee teases, but he’s grinning too. Now that he knows how it feels, he can’t really imagine ever turning George down. It makes him think, brow furrowing slightly as he turns onto his side and reaches out to brush the backs of his fingertips along George’s arm almost nervously.

“You always let me be on top and I never even asked. I always just decided,” he says quietly, suddenly worried over the realization. “I— were you always okay with that? I hope I didn’t—“ He cuts himself off and swallows hard, feeling every bit like the monster he is.

[gallowseyes]

George shifts slightly to pillow one arm under his head, smiling at the light touch of Lee's fingers against his arm. "I just don't think you would take much persuading for a repeat performance." A frown flickers acorss George's face when he sees the hestiation, the nerves, on Lee's face.

"I've never done anything with you I didn't want," he says, soft but firm, meaning it utterly. "Would I enjoy the opportunity to fuck you like I just have more often? Absolutely. Do I mind that it's always been you taking me, until now? Never." He cradles the side of Lee's face with his free hand. "I keep coming back for a reason."

[atehimrightup]

George does not seem the type to do anything that he doesn’t want to do, but the reassurance still helps Lee relax. He nods gratefully, and his expression goes vulnerable and soft when George touches his face. There is a tenderness in it that he isn’t used to, and Lee’s eyes lids flutter closed as he leans into the touch, reaching up to curl a hand around George’s wrist.

His eyes open again at that last sentence and he searches George’s face as if it might reveal what exactly that reason is. Lee doesn’t understand it, but he doesn’t want it to stop.

“Well, you’re probably right,” Lee says after a moment, smirking and turning his head enough to press a kiss to the middle of George’s palm. “In that it likely won’t be hard to persuade me. That was—“ He trails off and flushes a bit, biting softly at the meat of his palm. “Fine, I s’pose.”

[gallowseyes]

"Fine, was it?" said George, grinning, his eyes darkening a shade at the touch of Lee's teeth. "We absolutely need to go again if 'fine' is the best you can come up with." He pushes up onto his elbow, nudging Lee onto his back. "I can definitely do better than fine."