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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]

“Seeing it and sitting on it are two different things,” he jokes breathlessly, breath hitching when George smacks his ass. There’s a brief rush of adrenaline that comes with it, like his hindbrain is gearing up for a a fight, but he breathes through it and rocks a little in George’s lap, experimental as he gets used to the sensation of being so, so full.

George does it again, and the sting spreads across his skin like tiny little pinpricks, blending with the pleasure he feels. He nods a little and opens his eyes, tilting his head slightly before lifting a hand to suddenly slap George’s cheek. He lets out a soft laugh as he does it, feeling a little like they’re children playing. He has so much fun with George, and it feels a little like he’s making up for lost time.

[gallowseyes]

The sound that leaks out of him when Lee slaps him is almost a growl, and he rolls his hips, shifting his cock inside Lee's body.

"Do that again," he instructs. "Harder."

[atehimrightup]

Lee stops laughing when the sound George makes goes straight to his cock, and then moans outright when George rolls his hips.

“You’re a little fucked up, aren’t you?” Lee asks, but there is no judgment in his tone. If anything, there’s relief. He likes that George is a little fucked up. It makes him feel closer to him.

Lee nods and flexes his thighs, rising up on George’s cock before sinking back down with a soft whimper. It’s a new sensation, one he immediately likes, and he does it again as he slides one hand up to cover George’s throat, fingertips and thumb digging in on either side of his jaw.

He raises his other hand and brings his arm back a little so he can give George a proper slap across his cheek, hard enough that his palm stings a little as the sound of it seems to echo around the quiet room.

It’s a strange feeling, hitting someone during sex, but the look on George’s face makes it quite easy to come to terms with.

[gallowseyes]

"You can blame my mother," says George, his cheek reddened, his breath coming in hot gasps as Lee sinks back onto his cock. He grips both of Lee's hips, holding him for a moment so that he can fuck up into him, the sound of skin on skin obscene.

"Talk to me," he says. "Tell me you want to be a good slut for me."

He shifts one hand, curling his fingers around Lee's cock, smudging his thumb over the slick head.

[atehimrightup]

George thrusts up into him and it feels so good that his eyes roll back in his head. He moans and squeezes George’s throat, nails digging lightly into his skin.

“I am a good slut for you,” Lee corrects just before slapping him again in the same spot, then grabbing his hair to yank his head back, biting at his chin as he starts to bounce on George’s cock. “And don’t you forget it.”

[gallowseyes]

"You are. God, you are."

He's lost track of who's in charge, and it's dizzying and beautiful, and the world narrows down to how tight Lee is around his cock, and the sting in his cheek, the scrape of Lee's teeth. He swipes his thumb through the slick at the head of Lee's cock again but, this time, he brings it up to Lee's mouth, pressing it past his lips.

[atehimrightup]

“I am. I’m so good for you,” Lee breathes out, losing himself in the sensation of being filled over and over again. Being fucked by someone who knows what they’re doing is one thing, but to be fucked by someone who cares about his thoughts and feelings, not to mention his general wellbeing, is something else entirely. It adds to it all, heightening the pleasure until Lee is nearly dizzy with it.

“I love this. I love having your come inside me,” he pants breathlessly, realizing just how true it is as he says it. “I love to be full.”

As if on cue, George pushes his thumb into Lee’s mouth and he sucks hungrily at the digit, wrapping one hand tightly around George’s wrist to keep his hand there. He moans around it, thighs burning as he moves himself up and down. Saliva leaks from his mouth, rolling down his chin, and Lee’s eyes darken further as he stares at George’s face, and the pink outline of his fingers across George’s cheek.

[gallowseyes]

It's filthy and it's beautiful and they've fucked so many times but never quite like this, never quite so intense. George shifts, moving his thumb to fuck Lee's mouth with it, loving the spit that slicks his chin. He keeps up the rock of his hips, meeting every movement Lee makes, fucking him harder than he had before.

"Keep going," he urges. "Tell me what else you'll let me do to you."

[atehimrightup]

Lee feels like something had been awakened inside of him, like an untapped well of pleasure has just been discovered. He thought he didn’t like bottoming, but really it was the circumstances and the partners he didn’t like.

But this? He loves this. It quiets the constant voice in his head demanding to be filled. This probably isn’t quite what his hunger had in mind, but Lee can’t focus on anything else but the pleasure buzzing through every nerve ending in his body, setting him aflame.

“Anything,” Lee rasps once George’s thumb falls from his mouth. Still holding him by the wrist, Lee bites the meat of his palm and then the inside of his wrist, hard enough to leave indents of his teeth without breaking skin. “I want you to finger me until I come just from that.”

Lee has always liked fingering girls and watching the faces they make, but it never occurred to him that the same could be said for men. “When it comes to sex with men I’m— ah, fuck— woefully inexperienced. You’ll have to show me what else I’ve been missing out on.”

He lets go of George’s hand to touch his chest instead, rubbing at one of his nipples with his fingertips before giving it a hard, long pinch just to see how George will react.

“I want to crawl on top of you while you’re sleeping,” he admits, imagination running wild as he bounces on George’s cock. “So you wake up inside of me.”

[gallowseyes]

Lee bites him hard enough that he helps, but he doesn't try to pull his hand away. His free hand squeezes Lee's arse, pawing at him like he could pull him closer, like there's any possible way. When Lee pinches his nipple, he moans loudly, turning his head to catch Lee's mouth in a messy, off centered kiss.

"I love how fucking filthy you are," he says. "Do it. Any time."

[atehimrightup]

“I’m just trying to keep up with you,” he teases breathlessly against George’s mouth, nipping at his bottom lip before grabbing him by the back of the head and kissing him hard.

He tastes the familiar tang of copper and realizes his lip has split open again, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t even feel it, instead licking into George’s mouth to chase the taste of it. They’re sharing everything, all they have to give, and Lee shivers almost violently as pleasure crashes over him.

“Fuck,” he gasps out, dropping his forehead to George’s shoulder as their bodies move together, meeting so roughly that the sound they make is obscene. “God, you feel so good. Don’t stop. Don’t let go of me.”

[gallowseyes]

George doesn't have anything else to say right then -- he just lets himself get lost in the way it feels and sounds, one hand splayed on Lee's back and the other on his arse. He's tired, achingly so, but so turned on that he can barely breathe. It's perfect.

[atehimrightup]

They both fall quiet aside from their groans and grunts, and Lee’s thighs ache as he lifts himself up over and over again, fucking himself on George’s cock. He lifts a hand to George’s face, panting against his mouth. There’s a red streak of blood on George’s lower lip and when Lee realizes it’s his, he nearly comes then and there.

“Touch me,” he gasps out, grabbing roughly at George’s chin and giving him a messy kiss, whimpering against his lips as heat flares low in his gut, building to something that’s impossible to ignore. “Fuck, George.”

[gallowseyes]

He doesn't need to be told twice. The hand on Lee's back moves, dropping to wrap around Lee's cock, stroking him in time with the rock of both of their hips. George goes looking for more kisses, his other hand groping and squeezing Lee's arse.

"Come on," he says, the words smudging against Lee's mouth. "Make a mess you can lick up. Be a good slut l. You're so good for me. You're so fucking good."

[atehimrightup]

He’s so close, so close, and then George pushes that secret button. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly being told he’s good sends him over the edge. He comes with a yelp, teeth catching on George’s lower lip as he makes a mess between their bodies, clutching at George’s shoulders almost desperately.

“Oh God,” he pants out, shivering all over and burying his face in George’s neck, biting the juncture of his neck and shoulder hard enough to bruise. “Come on, do it.”

[gallowseyes]

He cries out when Lee bites him, the pain of it mingling with the desperate, hectic pleasure of it. He shifts, Lee's come smearing on his skin as he lifts them, tips them, until Lee's back hits the bed and George can press him into the mattress, rutting into him until he comes with a shout, one hand fisting in the sheets next to Lee's head.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he groans, all but collapsing onto Lee's body.

[atehimrightup]

Lee is tipped backwards, hitting the bed with a grunt, and he simply gets to lie there and watch as George looms over him, hair spilling in his face as he fucks Lee like there’s nothing else in the world he’d rather be doing.

It feels good, so good, and he looks a little like an animal. He’s so fucking beautiful that Lee’s chest aches, and he groans when George comes inside of him again. Lee’s body clutches at his pulsing cock greedily, and all the breath escapes his lungs when George crumples to a heap on top of him.

Lee hooks his legs over the backs of George’s thighs, holding him in place while his arms go around him, one hand sliding up the sweaty length of his skin to grip the back of his neck.

[gallowseyes]

For long moments, George lies there, more than content to be held. He can feel come and sweat cooling between them and he turns, pressing kisses against whatever bit of skin his mouth can find.

"Christ," he says. "I need to sleep for about three days after that."

[atehimrightup]

Lee lies there and stares up at the ceiling as he catches his breath, feeling George soften inside of him and tightening his legs whenever he thinks George might try and pull out of him. He doesn't want it to be over yet, and finds it amusing just how quickly he's come to crave the sensation of being stuffed full after years of being convinced that he hated it.

But it wasn't the act of it he hated, not at all. He hated the men who did it to him, who didn't give him much of a choice because he was skinny and small. George is so much better than them.

He lets out a low chuckle at the declaration, even as his throat tightens a little at the tenderness of those kisses. It scares him a little-- how nice it is. He doesn't want to lose it, and he knows it will hurt so bad when he does. He can't imagine a world where this ends well for him because the truth will eventually come out. It's a tangled web of emotion, but he takes a breath and does his best to focus on the present moment.

"And you didn't even get tackled to the ground and punched repeatedly in the face today," Lee teases as he ruffles his fingers through George's sweaty hair. Beneath George, Lee's stomach lets out a needy rumble and he swallows hard, turning his head to press a kiss to George's temple. He smells so good that Lee feels guilty all over again. "I need to eat something. I'm not a very nice person when I'm hungry."

Understatement of the century, he thinks.

[gallowseyes]

George has to all but peel himself away from Lee, there's such a mess between them, and he sprawls on his back with a lazy grin.

"You can help yourself to anything in the kitchen," he says. "There's leftovers and other things in the refrigerator. You can have anything you want."

That makes him laugh. "But you already know that."

[atehimrightup]

Lee pouts a little when George pulls out of him, but he supposes that it had to happen eventually. Now that the distraction of George's weight is gone, Lee realizes just how sore he is. Not just his ass, but his face and his hands, and his shoulder where he hit the ground. He takes a deep breath and stretches out his limbs, wincing a little and pushing himself into a sitting position.

"I bottom for you twice and you won't even go get me food? I see how it is," Lee jokes, but he doesn't actually expect it. He's used to doing things for himself, has been since about the time he was old enough to walk, so he rolls out of the bed and heads toward the kitchen, rolling his shoulder to try and stretch it out and reaching back to try and rub at the bruise blossoming across his pale skin. He finds a cooked chicken breast in the fridge and eats it cold with his hands, needing protein in his belly. It's not what he really wants, or what his body really needs, but it'll have to do for now. He fills a glass with tap water and gulps it down, splashing some water on his bruised face.

[gallowseyes]

Still naked as the day he was born, George gets up and pads through to the kitchen. He's got a pair of white pills in his hand and he wraps one arm around Lee's waist from behind.

"These are for your face," he says, kissing the side of Lee's neck. "Are you going to stay?"

[atehimrightup]

Lee hears George approaching, but it still takes him a little by surprise when he's embraced from behind. George kisses him so sweetly even though the sex is over, and something in his chest tightens. It's a nice feeling, and Lee puts his hand on George's forearm where it's wrapped around his belly, squeezing briefly before turning his palm over to accept the offered pills. He knocks them back with the rest of the water and sets the glass in the sink, tipping his head back against George's shoulder.

"I will if you want me to," Lee says after a moment, putting his hand back on George's arm. He opens his mouth, closes it, and then opens it again. "I'd like to."

[gallowseyes]

"I'd like it, if you did."

Lee is a friend, first and foremost, probably his best, but the lines are so often blurred between them. Until they're both dressed again, it's easy to stay in the moment, the memory of fucking Lee still fresh in his mind. .

They can to back to being friends tomorrow.

[atehimrightup]

Maybe it's because of all he's been through today, because he's tired and hungry, but Lee feels so emotional that his lower lip quivers slightly and he swallows hard, nodding a little and resting back against George's solid frame. He has no idea what all of this means, but he's grateful for it. He's so grateful, and at the same time he feels so guilty.

George deserves better than a monster, but Lee rationalizes it away by telling himself that they're just friends who get off together and it's no big deal. They're not tied together in any way, and George is free to do as he pleases. Lee isn't keeping him from anything, isn't preventing him from finding someone better to spend his time with. That will happen eventually, that much Lee is sure of.

Right now, all he can do is enjoy the attention while it lasts. He lets out a deep sigh and turns around in George's arms to hug him, face tucked against his neck. "Thanks for today. It could have sucked but you made it good."