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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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[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.

[gallowseyes]

"I can do that," says George, gliding his fingers over the pale skin of Lee's side. "I can definitely do that." He takes another kiss. "Roll over for me."

[atehimrightup]

George says it with such emphatic promise in his voice, like there is nothing else in the world he’d rather do, and Lee shivers as George kisses him.

He nods and rolls over into his stomach, pulling a pillow under his head and crossing his arms beneath it. His legs part with less hesitation than the first time they did this, because he knows that he’s safe.

“Thank you,” Lee says in a small voice, and he’s not even sure exactly what it is that he’s thanking George for. He just felt like he wanted to say it.

[gallowseyes]

"You're welcome," says George, and means it, because he doesn't want to just dismiss how Lee feels in that moment. He means across to grab the lube from his beside table, just so he's got it to hand for when he needs it, but then he settles on his knees between Lee's spread legs, leaning down to lace kisses along Lee's spine.

[atehimrightup]

Lee smiles, warmed by the response, and rests his cheek on the pillow. He hums softly as George kisses his skin, and he finds he isn’t nervous about what George is going to do to him. He knows what whatever it is, it’s going to be good. He trusts George to make it good.

It’s not lost on him that they often seem to want very different things in the bedroom. Not always, but sometimes. Lee does not think he would enjoy being treated like he treats George when he gets in one of his moods. Some of it, sure, but not all.

He likes dishing it out and he could take it, but he just doesn’t want to. He’s never had sweet and slow before George and he’s developed quite a taste for it.

[gallowseyes]

George gets lost in it for a long few moments, just lacing kisses against Lee's skin, stopping, occasionally, to lick and suck at a particular point. An idea strikes him, but he's not sure if it fits with Lee wanting him to be nice. Carefully, he nips at the skin over Lee's shoulder blade, lifting his head to check the reaction. He suspects it'll be okay but, more than anything during moments like these, he doesn't want to do anything Lee doesn't wholeheartedly want.

[atehimrightup]

Lee feels adrift, but this time in a good way. He hums and closes his eyes, lounging as George’s mouth maps out patterns on his skin. It feels decadent in a way that only sex with George could be.

He isn’t expecting the bite but even that is sweet, and Lee’s breath hitches, belly going hot. There’s a pause where George isn’t touching him at all and Lee can sense eyes on him, so he nods against the pillow. To him, nice doesn’t necessarily mean gentle. To Lee, to respect him is to be nice. These bites are nice.

[gallowseyes]

The nod is what he needed and, encouraged, George goes back to the task in hand, licking and sucking and biting his way down to Lee's waist. He's not brave enough, yet, to bite hard enough to leave a mark, but it's hard enough for Lee to feel it.

He lands a light slap on the flat of Lee's thigh. "Spread these wider for me, darling."

[atehimrightup]

George takes his time, using his tongue and his lips and his teeth, and Lee lets out the quietest little whimper every time George bites him, hips rocking down against the bed as his cock stiffens.

At one point, Lee buries his face in the pillow and feels wildly like he might cry, overwhelmed by arousal and gratitude and other feelings he’s not even sure he has a name for.

His breath catches at that soft slap and he spreads his legs wider without hesitation. He can see what George means, how nice it is to just let go and not think, knowing that he’s in good hands. God, it’s nice to be in good hands.

[gallowseyes]

Lee spreads his legs wider and George settles between them, sprawling out on his belly, all long legs and bare skin. He spreads Lee open with his hands and bends his head, licking a stripe from behind his balls to his tailbone. He presses down to keep Lee's hips pinned to the bed.

[atehimrightup]

“Fuck,” he breathes out quietly, shivering as George licks at him. His hands press down on Lee’s hips, pinning him there, but Lee doesn’t feel confined. He doesn’t feel trapped.

Lee rocks his hips down into the bed and tilts his ass up as best he can. The position makes him feel a little needy, but it’s okay. With George, it’s okay.

[gallowseyes]

"You're such a good boy for me," murmurs George, his lips smudging against Lee's skin. He pulls back, spitting onto Lee's hole before he goes back to work with lips and tongue. He moans, the sound muffled by the press of his mouth against Lee's body. "Tell me what you are. Let me here it."

[atehimrightup]

The praise shoots through him like a lightning strike and Lee whimpers softly, hips twitching when George spits on him. It’s so perfect, all of it, and Lee’s eyes sting as lets out a ragged breath.

“I’m a good boy,” he says after only a moment’s hesitation, cheeks burning red. He wants so badly for it to be true, but maybe just for now, it is. With George, he can be just that.

George keeps licking at him, rendering him useless with that obscene mouth of his, swollen lips and wet tongue lapping at Lee’s hole and it feels so good that Lee moans, hips shifting against the bed to try and get a little friction. “I’m your good boy.”

[gallowseyes]

"Yes, you fucking are," says George, his voice gone low and assertive but not harsh. He goes quiet for a moment, working his tongue into Lee's ass, fucking him with it. His own cock is aching hard and he's not sure how long he can keep this up.

[atehimrightup]

Lee’s thighs are shaking, mouth opening against the pillow. He’s not sure if he’s allowed to ask for things or if he’s supposed to lie there and take it. He doesn’t want to misstep, but he doesn’t think that he has to worry about it too much with George.

His tongue feels so good, clever and maddening, but there’s an empty ache inside of Lee that’s begging to be filled. That used to mean only one terrible, awful thing. But now there’s another way to satisfy it, if only temporarily.

“Can I have your fingers?” Lee asks, twisting his neck to try and look over his shoulder at George. “Please?”

[gallowseyes]

"Of course you can," says George, pressing a kiss followed by a sharp nip to one cheek of Lee's arse. He shifts backwards, giving Lee room to move.

"Roll over for me."

[atehimrightup]

He lets out a quiet yelp when George bites him, but not because it hurt. Quite the opposite.

When George tells him to roll over, he can’t hold back the relieved sigh that he lets out as he eagerly complies. Lee much prefers it this way, where he can see George’s face.

“Thank you,” Lee says again, letting his thighs fall open as he looks at George with an expression that could only be described as besotted, eyes dark and shining and cheeks flushed.

[gallowseyes]

The yelp makes him grin and, when Lee rolls over, George is still grinning, sitting back on his heels to slick his fingers. He lifts one of Lee's legs, guiding it up against his shoulder.

"How many?"

[atehimrightup]

He groans when George pushes his leg back and hitches it over his shoulder, stretching out luxuriously and putting his arms up over his head as he stares up at George.

When the question comes, Lee can’t help but to smile. Again, he marvels over how well they both adapt to each other’s needs, despite how different they can be.

“Just two,” Lee breathes out, tilting his hips up eagerly. “And then I want you.”

[gallowseyes]

"You want my what?" says George, rubbing the tip of one slick finger against Lee's hole before he pushes it into him, not hard, but firm and purposeful. "Come on, darling. You can be more specific than that."

[atehimrightup]

Lee opens his mouth to answer but it’s cut off by a moan when George’s finger sinks into him. It feels so good, and Lee instantly craves more.

George is teasing him by making him say it, and Lee is learning how to play this game. He lifts his head and gives George a vulnerable, seductive look, hair spilling over his face as he pushes up onto his elbows. It makes him feel the slightest bit foolish to try and arrange himself to look like a porn star, but he has a pretty good feeling it’ll be worth it.

“I want your cock inside me,” he rasps in a low, crooning voice, biting his bottom lip as he meets George’s eyes. “Can I please have your cock, baby?”

[gallowseyes]

"Good boy," says George, flashing a boyish grin as he lines up a second finger and pushes it in alongside the first, fucking Lee smoothly, scissoring them to open him up enough that it won't hurt. He never wants it to hurt.

He makes Lee wait a few moments longer, leaning down to take a slow kiss as he fingers him open.

[atehimrightup]

George leans down to kiss him and Lee wraps one arm around his shoulders, keeping his other elbow pressed into the bed for leverage. He licks into George’s mouth and then takes George’s bottom lip between his teeth, gentle but unyielding, tugging on it with a low, needy growl.

[gallowseyes]

His cock all but throbbing with need, he angles his wrist just so to make sure that his fingers nudge against that spot inside Lee, trying to make him moan right into his mouth.

"How hard do you want to get fucked?"