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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 feels a little out of his mind, dazed with pleasure and reduced to an almost feral state. He moans around George’s fingers when he starts to fuck him for real, lifting his knees to hook them over George’s hips.

He’s curled up around George, elbows pressed into his own ribs as he clutches at George’s arm with both hands, staring up at him with a desperate hunger in his eyes while sucking hard at his fingers, drool running down his chin. Lee stares up at George and knows that he’ll never get enough of him. Ever.

[gallowseyes]

They've had a lot of sex, and George isn't sure that he's ever seen Lee look quite like this during it. He crooks his wrist, thrusting his fingers into Lee's mouth at a counterpoint to his cock.

"God, you're fucking beautiful," he says, completely distracted by the constellation of freckles across Lee's nose.

[atehimrightup]

George’s wrist shifts and Lee tightens his grip with a low growl of a sound, but instead of pulling away he starts to fuck Lee’s mouth with his fingers. For a moment he can only stare back at George, stunned.

He has no idea how dangerous this is, and Lee should stop it but he can’t. He’s being filled from both ends and he rocks between them, down onto George’s cock and up into his hand, bobbing his head on George’s fingers and sucking as if it were his cock, never breaking eye contact.

[gallowseyes]

Once, off hand, he'd commented about how he wanted to fuck Lee in both holes at once and here they are. George is so insanely turned on it's maddening. He whimpers, his head dropping slightly.

"Touch yourself," he instructs. "You need to come for me. Make a mess."

[atehimrightup]

Lee’s brow furrows slightly at the command, only because he doesn’t want to let go of George’s arm. He feels a little like a dog with a bone, and that thought is enough to somewhat snap him out of his daze.

He nods and lets go with one hand, curling it around his cock and starting to stroke. It’s hard to keep all the different parts of his body moving at once and he gets so greedy with George’s fingers that he chokes, teeth digging lightly into his knuckles before he pulls back with a gasp, leaving a thin line of saliva stretching from George’s fingers to Lee’s hand a moment before it breaks.

George slams headlong into just the right spot every time and Lee tries to hold back just to feel it a little longer, gritting his teeth and letting out a sound not unlike a snarling squeal.

[gallowseyes]

George is lost in it now, not trying to pull his hand away from Lee, head bent as he fucks into him again and again, harder than before. He's sure he could stop, if Lee told him to, but God, he doesn't want to. He doesn't. He's fighting against his own orgasm, pushing it down because he wants to feel Lee's arse tighten around him before he comes.

[atehimrightup]

For a while it seems as if they’re fighting each other to see who can stand it the longest. Lee’s stubborn, curling his toes and holding his breath, but finally it becomes too much to bare.

He comes with a strangled howl, tossing his head back and coming so hard that it makes his vision white out, every muscle in his body tensing as he shakes his way through it.

[gallowseyes]

There's the hot spurt of come between them and, when he comes, Lee's body tightens so much around George's cock that it's almost painful. He moans, loudly and, a thrust later, he comes at hard his head spins.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he mumbles into Lee's dark hair when it's done.

[atehimrightup]

Lee lets go of his cock to grab at the back of George’s head, fingers tugging at his hair as he comes. It tips off an aftershock in Lee that makes him whimper, body pulsing around George’s cock like he’s trying to milk every last drop out of him.

“Yeah,” he pants out, blinking dazedly and finally letting go of George’s arm to let his own fall to the bed. His entire body feels like it’s buzzing. He hadn’t expected it to be so intense, but it seems that he never knows what to expect with George.

[gallowseyes]

By now, George knows that Lee likes him to stay inside for as long as he can do, rather than roll to the side, he lowers his weight down to drape over Lee instead, face tucked into the crook of his neck. There's come cooling between them but, right now, George doesn't care about the mess.

"You liked that," he says. It's not a question.

[atehimrightup]

“Little bit,” Lee says with a low rasp of a laugh, pleased when George settles on top of him. Now that it’s over, he’s almost embarrassed for how he acted, closer to animal than man.

But he’s able to brush it away, because he doesn’t think George cares. Sometimes he seems more animal than man, too.

“Wow.” He laughs again and reaches up to push his hair back from his face, staring up at the ceiling as his hand settles on the back of George’s neck, squeezing firmly.

[gallowseyes]

",Wow," echoes George, his eyes drifting closed as Lee's hand rests on the back of his neck. He can feel his cock starting to soften, but he doesn't move. Not yet.

[atehimrightup]

They’re quiet for a long time, but it’s not awkward. Lee just listening to George’s heart and his breath, petting idly at the back of his head. They’re all sticky and sweaty but Lee likes it.

“So,” Lee says after a while, turning his head to grin against the top of George’s head. “You really do think I’m beautiful.”

[gallowseyes]

Despite the mess and his racing pulse, George had been drifting, eyes closed. When Lee speaks, he finally moves, breath catching as he shifts his hips and rolls, staying closer to Lee's side. Propping himself up on one elbow, he looks down at Lee, tracing the slope of his nose with the tip of one finger. Christ. Those fucking sandals.

"Yes," he says, finally. "I do."

[atehimrightup]

George pulls out and Lee’s breath hitches, eyes closing as his body adjusts to the emptiness. Thankfully, George doesn’t go far.

He props himself up over Lee, staring down at him as if he’s something fascinating, and Lee can’t help the flush that spreads across his nose and cheeks. No one has ever made Lee feel anything like this. He didn’t even know that he had the capacity for it.

A soft smile spreads across his face as George touches his nose, returning the touch with a nudge of his nose against George’s fingertip. He playfully snaps his teeth near it and then relaxes against the pillow, curling his hand around George’s forearm again, thumbing at the bone of his wrist.

“You’re just come dumb,” Lee teases, but he’s obviously pleased.

[gallowseyes]

"Cock struck, maybe," says George, willing to concede that point, if nothing else. He stays looking down at Lee for a long moment.

"Was there.... Could I have done anything else for you? More of anything? Less?"

[atehimrightup]

As George asks the question, Lee finds himself hopelessly charmed. He bites his bottom lip as he smiles, looking boyish and sweet as he reaches up to drag his hand through George’s fluffy hair.

“You’re very sweet,” Lee says sincerely, curling his hand under George’s chin and stroking his thumb back and forth across it, staring up at him. Just George asking that question makes him so much different than anyone else Lee has ever been with.

“It was fucking amazing.” He smiles and draws George in for a soft, grateful kiss. “I like that you checked in with me, but never treated me like I was gonna break. I felt—“ He pauses and blushes again, scrunching his nose a bit as his thumb strokes back and forth under George’s mouth. “You make me feel like I matter. You make me feel good.”

[gallowseyes]

George isn't sure that he's ever been called sweet before. He finds that he doesn't mind it. He shifts just slightly, just enough to press a kiss to the pad of Lee's thumb.

"Good," he says. "That was absolutely my intention."

[atehimrightup]

As Lee stares up at him, he feels the now familiar ache beneath his chest. It’s where the guilt lives, alongside his grief for something that hasn’t even happened yet. But it will. Of course it will.

Lee couldn’t even get another Eater to stick around. Maren saw the worst of him and even though it lived in her too, she still left. What hope is there with someone like George?

“You nailed it, baby,” Lee assures him, doing his best not to think about it. Not now, when he feels so good. But that’s the thing, isn’t it? He was never supposed to feel like this. He’s in far too deep, but he’s just going to let himself be buried.

He curls his arms around George and pulls him in closer, nuzzling at his cheek and then kissing him softly on the mouth. “It doesn’t always have to be like that. Trust me, sometimes I just wanna be fucked. Which really isn’t something I ever thought I would say.” His smile gets brighter. “That’s your fault.”

[gallowseyes]

It's the way that George feels about the collar -- not every time, but, when he needs it? Nothing else is going to hit quite the same.

"I can do that," he says, with a nod. He turns his head, stifling a yawn against his bicep.

"Shower?"

[atehimrightup]

George looks cute when he yawns. It’s actually sort of funny how adorable he looks after he’s come, when he’s all sleepy and soft. Lee feels lucky to get to see it.

“Yeah,” he says with a nod, getting his arms under himself so he can sit up on the bed. He feels something brush his chest and looks down to see the key for George’s collar still around his neck. He blinks down and it and swallows hard, reaching up to take the key between two fingers.

“I could go put this with the collar,” Lee says, but he’s a little hesitant. He doesn’t want to take it off, but he doesn’t want to make it weird, either. “Or I could just— wear it. Keep it safe.”

[gallowseyes]

George thinks about that for a moment, and then he gets up off the bed, offering Lee his hands.

"Wear it," he says. "Remind me that I can always ask."

[atehimrightup]

George takes long enough to answer that Lee’s heart kind of drops into his ass and he goes very still, only to relax a little at the answer.

“It’s always up to you,” Lee assures him as he reaches out to take George’s hands and rise from the bed. Lee may hint at it if he’s something in the mood for, just to see if George is on the same page, but he can’t really ever imagine outright asking for it. “I’ll be here when you need it.”

He cups George’s face and presses up onto his toes so he can press a tender kiss to his forehead. After lingering a moment, he pulls away to grab one of the sports drinks, cracking it open and chugging half of it on his way to the bathroom.

[gallowseyes]

George makes a face -- he hasn't developed a taste for those drinks -- but he does grab a water as he follows. He clicks on the bathroom light, presses against Lee's bare back as he leans to turn on the water.

[atehimrightup]

Lee is still drinking when George presses in behind him, knocking the bottle a little askew and sending bright blue liquid spilling down his chin. He laughs and leans back against George’s chest, smiling when he feels the cool silver of the barbells in his nipples against his skin.

“You better be spraying that saline shit on those,” Lee says as he steps into the shower, turning to tip his head back under the spray. The hot water feels good, washing away all the sweat and various bodily fluids that he’s accumulated over the night.