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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]

"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.”

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"I wouldn't mind that," he says, his head spinning a little at the thought of waking up with Lee's cock already inside him. He lies there at Lee massages lotion into his skin. "Collar or not, you could do that to me." He sighs, content. "I'd trust you "

[atehimrightup]

“Okay,” Lee says simply, but there’s a ragged edge to his tone that says just how much that affects him.

“I don’t really understand why you do. You probably shouldn’t,” he says thickly, swallowing hard and letting out a trembling breath. It feels like he’s lying. He’s never had such a hard time with this before. With his sister, it had been tough but he knew it was the right thing to do. It kept her safe. But with George, it just feels like dishonesty. It makes him feel a little sick with guilt, but he’s too selfish to give this up. “But I’m really glad you do, George.”

[gallowseyes]

He can't see Lee, but he can hear all of the emotion in his tone. He shifts, starting to move back into a sitting position so that he can reach for Lee.

"You're the first person who wants me for more than my face," he says. "I can't....I didn't know that would mean so much to me."

[atehimrightup]

Lee sniffs a little and tries to compose himself while George sits up. He has to resist the urge to push him back down into the bed, just to not be seen, and instead looks ahead while George stares at the side of his face.

“Your face is just fine but I don’t see what all the fuss is about,” Lee says flatly, though one corner of his mouth quirks the slightest bit. “Honestly rather average.”

[gallowseyes]

"Oh, is it?" says George, and he's smiling, too. He might not know much in this world, but he knows that he was born beautiful. He can remember the look on his mother's face when she said that she'd rule the fucking planet. "I suppose I should be grateful, then. Beauty's a burden."

He leans in and kisses the side of Lee's face.

[atehimrightup]

When George says that, Lee’s expression dims a little. For all his self worth issues, he’s very aware of what he looks like. His father hated how delicate his features were. Well, his father hated most things about him, to be fair.

“I know it is,” Lee breathes out, nose wrinkling a little. His face and his lifestyle never quite meshed. If he had a nickel for every time someone told him that he was to be in whatever truck stop or diner he happened to be in, he’d never have to work a day in his life. His face is why that first guy wouldn’t leave him alone, and why Lee hacked all his hair off and bleached it right after.

“Unless you don’t think I’m beautiful,” Lee teases in a soft voice, cutting George a look.

[gallowseyes]

The look on George's face turns faintly incredulous for a second because, honestly, how is it even a question. Gently, he turns Lee's face with fingers against the sharp line of his jaw. They are, he thinks, beautiful in different ways. Lee is more delicate than he is (though he's seen more than enough evidence to know that Lee has a core of steel).

"Darling," he says, his voice pitched low and rough. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever fucking seen."

[atehimrightup]

Even though Lee had been playfully fishing, he’s not expecting the sincerity of George’s praise, or the way he says it.

He’s always been called pretty, or some derogatory variation of it. Rarely has anyone ever said he was beautiful. Lee’s eyes widen and he flushes so much that he feels his cheeks go hot, and he feels the insane urge to push George down and run away. It’s embarrassing, his own reaction. He feels like he’s about to giggle or something.

“Well, that’s bullshit,” Lee replies, doing his best to maintain his composure as he meets George’s eyes. “You may be from ancient times but I know you’ve seen a mirror.”

He leans his face into George’s touch and smiles in a way that’s daring him to argue.

[gallowseyes]

"Mmmhmm," says George, rolling his eyes, and then he leans in, pressing a kiss against Lee's lips, thumb stroking against the hinge of his jaw. He's not about to argue the point with Lee, but he's more than happy to emphasise it.

[atehimrightup]

It’s gonna hurt so bad when you leave me.

The thought sinks through him like a stone but he doesn’t voice it out loud. He just closes his eyes and lets George kiss him, leaning in to drape an arm over George’s shoulder.

For a long time, they just kiss each other. They’re making out, which isn’t something Lee has all that much experience with. If kissing ever happened at all, it was merely a preamble. But this is really nice.

Eventually Lee pulls back to catch his breath, licking his swollen lips he stares at George.

“I never cared much about looks. Or money, or power or any of that shit, really. It doesn’t last,” Lee says, shrugging one shoulder and looking off to the side. “I only ever just wanted a little bit of peace.”

[gallowseyes]

"God, that was all I cared about." It hadn't been, in the beginning, but then his mother had started to shape him into the creature, the weapon, that she wished he was, and everything had been a struggle, after that. He'd relied on his face, his body, to get him where he wanted to be, and to keep him there. Sometimes, he thinks it was even working.

"That's what I felt when you put that collar on me," he admits. "Peace."

[atehimrightup]

“It sounds like it’s what you were conditioned to care about,” Lee says, keeping his tone light as he sweeps George’s hair back from his forehead. It’s dried all fluffy and funny looking, and Lee can’t see to stop touching it. “Trained to care about.”

His hand goes still at George’s revelation and he swallows back the wave of emotion it makes him feel, smiling and cupping George’s jaw. “I’m so glad. Spending time with you— it’s the closest I’ve ever come.”

[gallowseyes]

"Good."

George turns his head and presses a kiss to the heel of Lee's palm. If that's what they can be to each other, then it feels like that would be more than enough. George shifts, lying back against the pillows, tugging Lee with him. "What do you want? Right now."

[atehimrightup]

Lee lets himself be drawn down onto the bed, laying on his side and resting his head on George’s shoulder, one arm slung over his stomach.

The question makes him swallow hard and he thinks about it for a long moment before answering.

“I want you to be nice to me,” he says quietly, because he thinks George might better understand why Lee would have asked him for such a thing the first time.