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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

"Later," says George, managing to keep his face straight, even given Lee's tone. The girl holds out the bag and his card and he takes both from her, putting his card away and offering Lee his free hand.

"Let's go, then."

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atehimrightup

George’s face doesn’t change but his spine goes the slightest bit rigid. Lee manages not to smirk, and instead takes George’s hand with an almost smug little smile. They turn to leave and the girl says something to them, probably to have a good night, but Lee is too focused on getting them out of the building.

He knows from his walk here that there’s an alley about half a block up and that’s where he leads George, pulling him a few yards into it and then turning to grab him by the shoulders and shove him back hard against the brick, staring at him for a long, intense moment before leaning in to kiss him hard, coaxing his mouth open to lick his way inside with a needy grunt.

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gallowseyes

Being kissed like that in an alley reminds George of the first night they met, and he groans softly, pushing back from the brick to give as good as he gets. Half hard since they stepped into the shop and Lee started choosing, he's suddenly achingly aware of his cock, like every drop of blood in his body has rushed south.

His pushes the fingers of one hand into Lee's hair, pulling hard, pushing his luck.

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atehimrightup

They kiss like they’re hungry, moaning into each other’s mouths and pushing against each other. George’s hand goes into his hair and yanks hard enough to hurt, making Lee hiss even as his cock throbs.

Immediately, he reaches up to slap George’s cheek. It’s not hard, more of a promise than anything. He kisses George again, biting at his lower lip before stepping back and grabbing him by the hips, roughly turning him around to face the wall.

“Put your hands on the bricks and don’t move them,” Lee commands, sliding in behind George and pressing in close, one hand coming around to reach down between George’s legs and cup his cock through his pants. He squeezes and then yanks his fly open, sliding one hand in the grab him properly. “I’m gonna fuck you right here where anyone can see and you’re gonna stick that pretty ass out and let me. Right, baby?”

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gallowseyes

He loves it when Lee slaps his face. His dark eyes are wide, his chest heaving under the thing stuff of his shirt. He barely puts up any resistance when Lee grabs at him, when Lee turns him against the bricks. Obediantly, without hesitation, he lifts his hands and presses his palms against the brick. The endearment sicks through him like a stone through water, and he leans his forehead against the wall.

"Yes," he says. "God, yes."

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atehimrightup

Lee feels a little like a man possessed. And he supposes he is, in a way. George consumes him, prodding at the animal inside of him in a way that makes him feel almost feral. Like if anyone tried to pull him off of George right now, he’d rip them to shreds.

“Fucking slut,” Lee spits out, yanking George’s pants down over the curve of his perfect ass. He spits on his fingers and presses one inside of him without warning or preamble, sinking it in to the last knuckle as he bites the back of George’s shoulder through his shirt.

An impatient part of him wants to just spit on his cock and shove it inside. George could take it, would probably even like it, but Lee can’t bring himself to do it. That’s how it was always done to Lee, back when he didn’t know anything and went off with rough, older men who wouldn’t look him in the eye. He remembers how much it hurt, so no. He can’t.

Instead he crouches down and pulls his finger free, spitting on George’s hole as he rummages around in the discarded shopping bag. He finds the lube and nearly gnaws the lid off getting it open, finally managing to slick his fingers. He stands back up and presses two of them in and out a few times, slicking him up, and wastes no time in getting his cock out of his pants.

He strokes it a few times to spread the lube and then positions it at George’s entrance, bringing his other hand around to spread it out low on George’s stomach, using that hold to drag him back at the same moment Lee thrusts forward, burying himself to the hilt with a low growl.

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gallowseyes

Its all pretence, and George knows that, but it still sinks through him when Lee calls him a slut like that. Lee pulls his trousers down and, as is so often the case here, George isn't wearing anything underneath. When Lee presses a finger into his ass with nothing btu spit to ease it, George lets out a ragged, gasping sound. He's not given a choice in any of it (he knows, he knows, that all he has to do is say the word and Lee would stop, but it's all part of the fantasy). Lee drags him back onto his cock, in that alley where anyone could see, and George bites back a moan.

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atehimrightup

“That’s it. So good for me,” Lee breathes out, rocking his hips a little to give him time to adjust, but not much. They have to be quick about this, so Lee holds onto George’s hip and starts to fuck with him quick, sharp thrusts.

His other hand goes up to George’s face, grabbing roughly at his chin and giving his cheek and lips a few sharp slaps. This had taken a bit of getting used to, but he can see how much George genuinely likes it, and that makes Lee like it, too.

“Open your mouth,” Lee growls out, and as soon as George’s lips part, Lee shoves three fingers past them, over his tongue and deep enough to make him choke a little, head tipping back against Lee’s shoulder.

“So sweet for me,” Lee all but coos, breathing hotly against the side of George’s head as fucks him hard and fast, already feeling the telltale heat flaring the base of his spine. This isn’t going to last long, but it’s only the beginning. “Are you hoping someone walks by and sees you like this, full of cock and choking on my fingers? Giving it up in a dirty alley like a two dollar whore.”

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gallowseyes

He can't say anything, not with three of Lee's fingers fucking his mouth, nudging the back of his throat, but he doesn't think that he's supposed to be able to, just like he isn't really able to do anything about the way he's being fucked other than take it. He doesn't think he's supposed to come from this, because this isn't about him but, in another way, it's all about him. This version of Lee is all for him, he knows.

Unable to form words, he makes a wet sound, almost a whimper, fingertips clinging to the brick.

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atehimrightup

He hadn’t quite expected it, but fucking George like this gives him a rush of power and control that usually only comes along with doing something bad. But now he has a different outlet for it all.

George is helpless, completely at his mercy, and Lee loves it. If George told him to stop or actually tried to get away from him, Lee would of course stop immediately. Both of them know that, but they’re pretending otherwise. Lee is predator, and George is prey.

It’s only Lee that knows how dangerous a game that is, but he tells himself that it’s okay. Because he would never hurt George in a way that he didn’t want.

George lets out a choking whimper, ass tipped out obscenely as he claws at the brick, and Lee’s thrusts get erratic as his orgasm closes in over him. He has to bite George’s shoulder to keep from crying out, cock pulsing inside of the devilishly tight grip of his body.

“You’re gonna have to be patient,” Lee pants out, making no move to touch George’s cock. He wants to so badly, but he thinks it might be better for George in the long run if he makes him wait. All he does is pull his wet fingers out of George’s mouth to wrap them around his throat instead. “I’m gonna pull out and you need to keep all my come inside you for a minute. Let a drop spill and you’re not coming at all tonight. Understand?”

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gallowseyes

Lee comes inside him and George almost sobs, it feels so good. And then Lee is wrapping a hand around his throat and whispering filth and all George can do is nod.

"I won't," he mumbles. "I understand". He's fucked up against a lot of walls in his time, but it's never been quite like this before.

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atehimrightup

“Good.” Lee pulls out slowly and watches as George’s muscles tense obediently, pulling his pants up and buttoning them. “Face forward.”

Lee crouches down behind George, nipping at the back of one of his thighs as he drags the bag over. George can’t see him, but can hear him rustling and ripping open packages. The overly friendly shopkeeper even put some batteries in the bag, and Lee calmly puts them into the plug and coats it with lube. It’s not exceptionally large, but certainly enough for George to feel it with every step he takes. He leaves it off for now, holding it by the base as he spreads George’s cheeks apart, touching the pointed tip to clenched hole.

“Now relax and take a deep breath,” Lee urges, and as soon as George obeys, Lee slowly presses the length of the toy into George’s body, not stopping until the base is resting neatly between his cheeks. “There,” he says in a tone so soft and fond, dripping with approval. “Now I’ll stay inside you.”

There’s a remote for the toy as well, and Lee slips it into his pocket as he stands up and crowds behind George again, tugging his pants up and carefully tucking his hard cock inside, kissing the side of his neck. “You’re gonna be a good little slut and wear that until I fuck you again.”

He pauses then, mouthing at George’s neck with one hand on his belly, waiting to see if George has any protests. It’s important to Lee that he keep checking in, even silently, to make sure he’s still on board.

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gallowseyes

He stands there, hands on the brick, eyes closed, trousers still pulled down and cock aching hard, muscles clenched, thinking about nothing much but Lee's come inside him. He understands what's about to happen a beat before it does, and then the toy is inside him, filling him, like nothing he's ever felt before.

"Jesus Christ, alright," he says. "Yes."

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atehimrightup

“Good,” Lee says brightly, kissing the bolt of his jaw while buttoning up George’s pants. He steps back and takes George’s hand, tugging at him until he’s facing Lee again. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

He really is, all flushed and dark-eyed, looking almost dazed, and Lee leans in to give him a kiss.

“Well, we better get home,” Lee says as he gathers up the black bag and takes George’s hand, leading him jauntily out of the alley and to the main street, glancing over at George as he walks with the toy inside of him. It’s not long before they get to a busy street and Lee looks around, then gives George a mildly evil grin before lifting his hand to hail a cab.

One pulls up almost immediately. There’s a middle aged man behind the wheel, tired and grumpy looking, and Lee lets out a casual whistle as he opens the back door and ushers George inside. “After you, baby doll.”

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gallowseyes

The toy shifts inside him with every step and his trousers are uncomfortably tight and George barely knows what's happening until Lee is holding open the door for him. He shoots him a dubious look as he shifts over the seat, his eyelashes fluttering at the pressure on the base of the plug.

"It's really not that far to walk," he says.

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atehimrightup

Lee feels a little bit evil, but that’s okay. He thinks that must be one of the things George likes about him.

“No, no, I want you to be comfortable,” Lee says sweetly, patting George’s thigh while giving the driver the address for George’s building. The car pulls away and Lee lifts up from the seat a little to pull out his wallet, and also the tiny remote control that George hadn’t caught a glimpse of yet.

“Are you guys having a fun night?” The driver asks blandly, like he’s reading from a script. Lee leans back in the seat, legs falling open as he holds the remote on his thigh, spreading his arm out along the back of the seat behind George’s head.

“Yeah, we just did a little shopping,” Lee says casually, looking ahead as he turns the power onto the lowest vibration setting, smirking when he feels George jolt next to him. Lee pauses, then raises the power by one. “Now we’re gonna have a quiet evening in.”

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gallowseyes

He's never felt anything like it, and he'd be at a loss to explain exactly how it feels but, once the toy starts to vibrate inside him, there's no way he is going to be able to follow the question, let alone participate. He shifts his hips against the leather seat, his head tipping back as he tries not to come then and there.

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atehimrightup

Lee can’t help but to look over and watch George, turning his wrist so he can cup the base of his skull when George tips his head back, thumbing soothingly behind his ear.

He’s struck all over again by George’s beauty, awed by this quick-witted, thoughtful little demon with an angel’s face. Lee watches his lashes flutter, watches his throat bob as he swallows. His hips shift, knuckles going white, and Lee can’t even blink. He could watch this forever, and can’t seem to look away.

“I said we’re here,” the driver says, irritable and loud like it isn’t the first time, and Lee suddenly remembers where they are. He clears his throat and turns the toy off so George can have a moment’s reprieve, and then pays the man with a hefty tip.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Lee says as he climbs out of the car and grabs the bag, leaning over to hold out his hand for George to take, smiling all the while.

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gallowseyes

The toy stops its buzzing but the damage is already done: George takes Lee's hand, but all he can think about is how hard his cock is, how full his arse feels. It shifts inside him with every step and, every time it shuts he feels it in his cock. It's maddening.

They get to the door to his rooms and he has to fumble in his pocket for his keys, letting them in and, once the door is closed, looking at Lee with a slightly glazed expression in his eyes.

He knows that this is when it properly starts and, God, he can't wait.

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atehimrightup

George is almost frantic with lust and while Lee is also burning with it, he feels strangely calm. Sure, having gotten off helped. But it’s more than that.

He follows George down the hall in a slow, cat-like way, head tilting slightly as he looks him up and down. This stunning creature is not only desperate for him, but is entirely at his mercy.

It’s then that he realizes what it is that he’s feeling. It’s the intense calm right before a kill, but this is the first time that he’s felt it without the thick veil of shame crushing it down. He’s a predator about to get exactly what it wants. He’s going to catch his prey. He’s going to utterly devour this man, one way or another.

Lee is no stranger to the scent of lust but George is like nothing else. The scent of him is so thick in the air that Lee can feel it in his lungs when he takes a breath. His eyes track George as they enter the apartment, so locked on him that the building could come down around them and he wouldn’t blink.

Using his body is how Lee makes most of his kills. He knows how to move it, to make good use of it, and he does so now, dropping the bag and moving in to crowd George back against the door, caging him in his hands on either side of George’s head.

Lee stares at him for a long moment, maintaining eye contact and smiling slowly before turning the toy back on with the remote tucked into his palm. He only leaves it on for a few moments, only long enough to remind George that he can.

“Take off all your clothes,” Lee commands, sounding authoritative and strong even to his own ears. He turns away and saunters across the living room, picking up the bag and shoving the coffee table out of the way one handed before turning to drop down onto the middle of the sofa. His knees fall open and he grabs a cushion, dropping it on the floor between them before snapping his fingers and pointing down at it. “And then get on your knees. Right now.”

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gallowseyes

This version of Lee is newly discovered, and George craves it -- the look in Lee's eye, the tone of his voice. It all reduces George to a shivering mess who will do anything and everything that he's told for approval. He's done so much thinking in his life, so much calculation, and he's finding that it feels really good to just let go and let someone else make every decision for him.

Lee tells him to strip and he does. It doesn't take long to umbutton shirt and trousers and peel them off. Once that's done, he lowers himself down onto his knees. His cock is flushed darkly, hard as rock and, when he shifts, he can feel the toy inside him. Almost hesitant, he looks up to meet Lee's eye.

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atehimrightup

He obeys without the slightest hesitation. He almost looks relived, and Lee mulls it all over in his head as George kneels at his feet. Each time they come together like this, Lee feels like he’s collecting more pieces to the vast puzzle that is George.

Lee studies him for another moment and then sits up and reaches for the bag so he can take out the collar. He pushes the bag aside with his foot and removes the key from the little bag that it came in. It’s on a long silver chain and Lee slowly wraps that chain around his fingers before opening the lock. He opens the collar and then looks at George.

“We are each our own people, George. Most of the time. But when you have this on? You’re mine,” Lee tells him, hoping that he’s going in the right direction with this. He gets the feeling he might be. “When you have this on, you don’t have to do anything but belong to me.”

Lee lifts his collar from his lap, holding each end of the leather tightly in his hands. “Do you want to wear the collar tonight, George?”

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gallowseyes

It all sinks through George like stone through water. He wants to, badly, he realises -- to just put himself in Lee's hands. To belong to someone, however briefly, without having to do the tally of what its with to him every single time. Lee wants him for his body, yes, but it's more than that. It's so much more than that.

He nods.

"I...understand. And yes, I want it. Please." He tips his head back, baring his throat.

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atehimrightup

Drunk on power as he is, it’s not lost on Lee that this is about more than sex. George trusts Lee, trusts him enough to give up control of his body and his mind. That just about knocks the air out of his lungs.

“Good,” he breathes out, slipping the cool leather around George’s neck. Lee can see the silvery stretch of the scar tissue around the base of it, and he strokes his thumbs over it gently before bringing the clasps together and hooking the open lock through them. “If, at any point at any time, you want the collar off, say unlock. You say unlock and we will stop what we’re doing and I won’t be mad, okay? We’ll just go back to normal.”

He gives the lock a short, gentle tug. “Promise me.”