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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 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."

[atehimrightup]

It doesn’t surprise Lee to find that George is so easily goaded, and his eyes sparkle with mirth as George’s big hand spreads across the center of Lee’s chest and presses him to the bed.

“Oh yeah?” Lee smiles widely, a seductive grin that spreads across his face as he lifts his head and shoulders to press up just a little against George’s palm. “I’ll believe it when I see it, pretty boy.”

[gallowseyes]

There's boundaries here to be tested -- George already has a sense of the places where Lee is fractured, fragile, and he doesn't want to push up against those, doesn't want to do anything the other man doesn't want, won't enjoy. Still, he thinks there's enough trust here that Lee knows that he only has to say a word to call a halt.

"Pretty boy, is it?" he says, still smirking, his hand sliding a little higher, pushing a little firmer. "Well. You were good for me, before, so I didn't get to fuck you as hard as I would have liked. Like the slut we both know you want to be for me, now you know how it feels to come on my cock."

It takes a slut to know one, after all.

[atehimrightup]

“You’ve sure got a filthy mouth,” Lee points out, but it’s clear that he isn’t bothered by it. He likes the somewhat shocking things that spill out of George’s cherubic face.

“I give it up for you one time and suddenly I’m a slut? That’s very rude,” he jokes, eyes darkening a bit as George’s hand slides up his chest, nearing this throat. It sets the animal part of the brain mildly on edge, but he reminds himself that he’s safe. If he wants this to stop, all he has to do is say so. And he trusts that George will listen. He really does, which is surprising and comforting all at once.

“Tell me how else you wanna fuck me,” he breathes out, sliding one hand up the length of George’s flank, thumbing at the soft hair under his arm. “I want to hear you talk some more.”

[gallowseyes]

James had liked to listen to him talk, too, from time to time, so he's well practiced. He slides his hand all the way up to Lee's throat, just letting it rest there.

"I went you every way I can have too," he says, and means it. "Riding me so I can watch. On all fours with that lovely arse in the air. Bent double." He grins. "I wish I could fuck your mouth at the same time, just to hear the sounds you'd make."

[atehimrightup]

George’s hand covers his throat and Lee’s mouth twitches, breath hitching slightly as anxiety blossoms, but he’s soon distracted by George’s mouth and what pours out of it.

“You’ve put some thought into this,” he teases dryly, even as his cock twitches back to life. Lee wonders if George thought of all that just now in the moment, or if he’s thought about Lee when he isn’t around. The latter makes his chest tighten a little, and it wants it to be true.

“If there were two of you, I’d never get anything done,” he says with a soft laugh, one that sounds helplessly fond even to his own ears.

[gallowseyes]

"Some days it's all I think about," admits George without a hint of embarrassment, his hand still just lightly resting. "I think about you tying me down or blindfolds. I think about slapping your face or your arse before I have you take my cock." He grins. "You spend a lot of time naked in my head, sweetheart."

[atehimrightup]

“You want to slap me across the face?” Lee asks with a laugh, delighted by all of it. “I think my face has been through enough today, but we can come back to it.”

He tongues at his split lip and then grabs George’s wrist to tug his hand way, but only so he can push George back by the shoulders, urging him to sit up and rest back on his haunches as Lee gets onto his knees in front of him.

“You like it when it hurts a little,” Lee muses in a low rasp, more of an observation that a question, then suddenly reaches out to wrap his hand around George’s throat. He squeezes a little, head tipped to the side as he studies George’s face, looking curious and predatory all at once. “Or do you like being the one doing the hurting?”

[gallowseyes]

Happy enough to be positioned, George's eyelashes flutter at the pressure of Lee's hand around his throat. It probably ought to terrify him, given what happened in Perth, and there is an edge of that, but he also trusts Lee, and that goes a long way.

"Both," he says. "Either. I can give or take as it please you."

[atehimrightup]

Lee knows what it’s like to see fear bloom in someone’s eyes. He sees it in George only briefly, before it melts away and is replaced by arousal. George plays it cool, but his eyes are so easy to read.

His grip tightens the slightest bit, putting pressure there without cutting off George’s airway. Lee is stronger than he looks by quite a lot, probably thanks in no small part to the monster inside of him. Even now, it screams at him that George would taste so sweet, but Lee ignores it. He will always ignore it when it comes to George.

“Do you—“ He pauses and clears his throat, studying George’s face as his hand tightens a little more. “Do you like it when I bite you? I try not to, but—“

He trails off and swallows hard, reaching out with his free hand to curl it around George’s cock, still sticky with come and lube and so, so warm.

“But sometimes I can’t help myself,” he admits, and this time he tightens his hand enough to slightly inhibit George’s airflow, all while stroking his cock at the same time.

[gallowseyes]

Everything is still so slick, so sensitive, that George's breath catches when Lee starts to stroke his cock and, for a moment, he can't formulate a coherent thought.

"Yes," he says. "I...Yes. I didn't expect you, but it feels so good, sometimes. When I'm already hot and ready. When I'm already...in it."