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[gallowseyes]

He discovers it by accident, tucked down a side street, hidden behind dark windows. When he steps inside, he's taken aback by the sheer variety and, almost immediately, his head is full of possibilities. He texts Lee, suggesting that they meet for drinks later in the evening, giving him a place to meet and a time.

Later finds George leaning against a wall, waiting for Lee, scrolling through his phone. He's dressed in a button down shirts, sleeves rolled up, and he uses the camera on his phone to preen a little, undoing another button before he snaps a photo and sends it to Lee.

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[atehimrightup]

Lee’s embarrassed to feel a tear slip down his cheek and he quickly wipes it away as George shifts his position. It’s hard to look him in the eye, so he’s relieved that he can close his eyes as their foreheads tip together.

And then George says something so sweet, kisses him so softly, that Lee has to bite back a sob as he clutches at George’s back.

“I’m glad it was you too, baby,” Lee murmurs, tucking his face into George’s neck. “I don’t think it could have been anyone else.”

[gallowseyes]

They stay close like that, for a long moment, with George rubbing circles on Lee's back through the thin stuff of his shirt, fingers of his other hand pushed into Lee's bahe. Eventually, he pulls back slightly.

"Come inside with me," he says. "We could both do with food and a glass of wine, and then we can figure out what else we want to do with our evening."

Whatever Lee wants, it'll be enough.

[atehimrightup]

Lee nods and gets to his feet, feeling a bit of a head rush from the weed, and climbs through the window.

“First I’m finally gonna take off my fuckin’ shoes,” he says with a shaky laugh. He strips out of sneakers and socks, and then takes off his jeans for good measure. That leaves him in his boxer briefs and his too small shirt, which makes him feel like a little kid in his underwear, so he takes the shirt off, too.

While George gets the pizza, Lee fills two glasses of water and sets one in front of George when he makes it to the counter. “Drink this before doing anything else.”

It’s not the collar voice, but it’s close.

[gallowseyes]

Coming back into the room with the pizza box, George raises an eyebrow at the tone of voice but he also reaches for the glass as he sits down on the edge of the sofa.

"Your wish, my command," he murmurs as he lifts it to his lips.

[atehimrightup]

"Good boy. No dish for you," Lee teases warmly, eyes sparkling as he smiles over at George, pink-cheeked and soft. He puts some pizza on the paper plates that came with it, feeling his stomach growl loudly as he heads back to the sofa and sets the plates on the coffee table. He sits on the sofa and goes even more pink, because it's impossible not to remember what they just did.

"You'll have to get your fancy ass wine," Lee tells him, sitting cross legged on the sofa and grabbing his plate. "I don't know anything about it."

[gallowseyes]

"Fucker," says George, but affectionately as he leans to grab one of the glasses that he poured earlier, holding it out to Lee before he reaches for his own. He takes a sip. "I wouldn't call it fancy, either. It's fine."

He avoids looking at a particular spot on the rug, thankfully obscured by the coffee table.

[atehimrightup]

"Oh." Lee laughs as he's handed a glass, because he was so focused on shoving pizza into his mouth that he didn't even see them sitting there. He takes it and laughs again, feeling lighter than he had ten minutes ago.

"It's fine," he echoes, doing a playful impression of George's fancy accent while smiling over at him, reaching out to clink their glasses together before taking a sip. Wine isn't something that he's used to and he isn't sure how he feels about it, but overall this is one of the best meals that he's ever had. He's mostly quiet while he scarfs down half the pizza, licking red sauce from his thumb. It feels like not enough food, but nothing ever feels like enough food.

When he hears a faint knock at the door, he hops up and takes his empty plate to the kitchen, then opens the door a crack and grabs the off-white plastic grocery bag from the delivery guy with a mumbled thanks that he barely gets out before the door is closed and locked. He looks down into it as he heads back to the sofa. "I got us some, uh-- recovery supplies."

[gallowseyes]

George still isn't entirely sure what he thinks about pizza, but it's edible enough, and sits well enough with the wine to suffice. He's finishing his food and draining his glass when Lee comes back into the room. George arches a dark brown.

"Do I even want to know?"

[atehimrightup]

"Don't be a perv," Lee jokes, shouldering George as he sits back down next to him, crossing his skinny legs again. He takes out a few bottles of sports drinks, and most importantly, a tube of what was advertised as soothing aloe lotion for damaged skin. For some reason it makes him blush a little.

"I got this for your skin," he says almost shly. "To help with the sting. I just--" He swallows hard and shrugs. "I have no problem hurting you while we're in it but I just-- I want to take care of you after."

[gallowseyes]

For some reason, that strikes George as deeply romantic. He can feel himself starting to blush. He runs one hand up Lee's mostly bare thigh.

"I'm definitely not adverse to that."

[atehimrightup]

Lee gives him a relieved smile, almost boyish, and leans in to press a kiss to his mouth that tastes like parmesan cheese and wine. He pulls back and once he sees that George is done, Lee takes his plate and glass and takes them to the kitchen, then shoves the rest of the pizza in the fridge before turning back to George, feeling oddly eager.

"Wanna go to the bedroom?" He asks hopefully.

[gallowseyes]

How on earth is he supposed to say no to that? He pushes up to his feet and steps in, offering Lee his hand.

"Lead the way," he says.

[atehimrightup]

Lee grins and takes George's hand, grabbing the bag with the other and heading into the bedroom. He's become so comfortable here, with George's room feeling nearly as safe as his own.

He turns on one the bedside lamp rather than the overhead light and crawls onto the bed, crossing his ankles and patting his thigh. "Come here, lay down."

It's nearly identical to the same position that he had George get into earlier, but his intentions are different now. He wants to soothe, not hurt.

[gallowseyes]

George watches Lee arranged himself on his bed, and he bites his lip over a smile. He runs his thumbs under his waistband.

"On or off?"

[atehimrightup]

"What a stupid question," Lee says with a smirk, looking George up and down. He's achingly beautiful and Lee feels a little stunned, swallowing hard and shaking his head a little as if to shake himself out of a daze. "Here, I'll make it even."

He pushes his hips off of the bed and pulls his own underwear off, tossing them aside and then reaching for the lotion, opening it to give it a little sniff and raising his eyebrows in pleasant surprise.

[gallowseyes]

He loves having Lee in his space, in his bed, like this. After Lee had resettled himself, George peels off his sweats and gets up onto the bed, draping himself across Lee's lap, weight caught on his elbows. It feels a little ridiculous.

"How red is it?"

[atehimrightup]

George arranges himself and Lee’s eyes widen a little when he gets a clear look at the curve of George’s ass. When he’s asked the question, Lee clears his throat and lets out a sort of guilt-choked laugh. George always makes him feel so many things at once.

“It’s, uh. Pretty red,” he admits, letting his palm hover just over his skin. He can feel warmth radiating from it. “But you have a very pale ass, to be fair. Does it hurt a lot?”

[gallowseyes]

George huffs a laugh at that, letting his head fall forward for a moment

"It's... Not the worst pain I've ever been in, but it's definitely sore," he says. "Good thing I didn't ask for more than ten."

He could have taken more.

[atehimrightup]

“I could have kept going and you would have loved it,” Lee says with a smirk. He puts a generous amount of the lotion in his palm and then sweeps some over each ass cheek, and the crease of each thigh.

It’s an odd thing, lotioning up someone’s ass. It’s intimate in a way that goes beyond sex, and Lee finds it sort of meditative, letting his slick fingers travel over every bit of skin that’s even the slightest bit pink.

“Tell me about the toy,” Lee murmurs, adding more lotion and rubbing at his inner thighs, where Lee hit him with the strap. “Did it feel better than me?”

It’s not really a trick question. He’s sort of actually curious. His dick doesn’t vibrate, after all.

[gallowseyes]

"Different," says George, going so relaxed he's almost boneless the moment Lee starts to rub lotion into his sore skin. *The buzzing is...maddening, and that's something to be said for feeling it shift every time I moved, but..." He shrugs. "I didn't feel as full as I do when I'm on your cock."

All of this said in a vaguely dreamy tone of voice, eyes closed.

[atehimrightup]

“Hm, that’s a good answer.” Lee smirks, but he’s quickly distracted by how nice it feels to have George in his lap like this. He’s so quiet and relaxed in Lee’s presence, like he feels completely safe, and that does something to Lee that he couldn’t possibly explain.

Because he can, because he wants to, he adds more lotion to do another sweep over the reddest parts of his ass, then lets his fingers dip between them to rub almost lazily at his hole just in case that, too, stings.

While doing that, he lifts his other slippery hand to the back of George’s neck to rub lotion into the pink lines where the collar dug into his skin.

[gallowseyes]

George makes a soft, contented sound, almost a hum as Lee's hands move over him. He arches his back a little, shifting his hips, when Lee's fingers stray between his cheeks, rubbing over his hole.

"What about you?" he asks. "Which part was your favourite? And don't say the fucking bowl." He laughs when he says it.

[atehimrightup]

“Slut,” Lee says fondly, letting his middle finger sink into George’s body. It’s not even sexual, not really. He just wants to feel for himself how open George is after all they’ve done. The collar is off but like this, it still feels like George belongs to him, just a little bit.

“But it was definitely the bowl,” Lee jokes, keeping two fingers hooked inside George’s body in a casually possessive way, while his other hand curls around the front of George’s neck to rub lotion there, touching all the spots where the collar dug into his skin.

“I liked how you looked bouncing on my cock with the collar on,” he says in a low rasp of a voice, humming contentedly. “With your hands trapped behind your back, so you had to trust me to keep you from falling. No one has ever needed me so badly. I liked that.”

[gallowseyes]

He loves the way Lee touches him, the two he pushes two fingers into him and then keeps up the gentle, soothing touches. He rubs his cheek against the sheets.

"Is it..." He works a thing over in his head before he says if. "Given what you said to me outside, is it okay that, sometimes, I like that you don't ask permission? I know you'd stop if I told you to, but...when you just take it like you assume I'll allow it?" He sighs. "That's good."

[atehimrightup]

Lee pulls his hands free only to add more lotion, rubbing it into George’s back where he isn’t red at all. It just feels so nice and he doesn’t want to stop touching him. He likes feeling the shift of muscles below George’s skin, and the curve of his ribs further down.

When George starts to speak, Lee pauses slightly, unsure of where he’s going. But then he relaxes, and the broad sweeps of his hands continue.

“What happened to me out there has nothing to do with what we do in here,” Lee assures him, brow furrowing a little as he thinks. “I didn’t ask permission because I trusted that you would stop me if you didn’t like it. Just like you knew I would stop if you wanted me too. Because— trust is everything. This would never work if we didn’t trust each other.”

He looks down at George, lying across his lap prone and sleepy, and hesitates. There are so many things he thought he would always have to keep in his head, impulsive thoughts that had no basis in reality. Except maybe some of them do.

“Sometimes when you’re sleeping, I get the urge to see how much I can get away with before you wake up. You just look so pretty,” he admits, feeling a little ashamed of himself. “I find myself wanting to get inside you before you even realize what’s happening.”

He clears his throat, glad that George can’t see the blush on his face. “But I wasn’t ever planning on acting on it. I dunno if that’s what you even mean.”