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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

"Yes," says George, straightening up onto his knees, and he's surprised by how fervent he sounds. He leans into Lee's touch for a moment, eyes dark and liquid, face still burning. "I'll be good."

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atehimrightup

“Good boy,” Lee murmurs, pulling on the leash until George is forced to shuffle forward until he’s next to Lee’s legs. He grabs the back of George’s neck, fingers parting around the collar, and drags him in enough for Lee to lick his chin, tasting beer and come. He kisses George on the mouth, deep and lingering, and then pulls away.

He uses his grip on George’s neck to force him down onto his hands and knees over Lee’s lap, and he hums as he draws his hand down the elegant length of George’s spine.

“But I don’t think I’m done,” he states, sliding his hand over George’s rounded ass. There’s still a yellowish bruise from where Lee bit him at the pond, and it nearly drives him crazy. He touches his fingertips to the base of the toy, rocking it back and forth a little before suddenly rearing his hand back and smacking him hard in the ass. “Ah, but you like this, don’t you?”

Lee spanks him again, harder than he’s dared to before, and then hums thoughtfully. “How many, do you think? Give me a number.”

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gallowseyes

George hadn't expected to like the leash as much as he does but, every time Lee tugs it, it goes straight to his cock. On his hands and knees, he lets his head drop, a sound very like a grunt, animalistic, slipping out of him when Lee slaps him.

"Yes, I like it," he says. "Ten."

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atehimrightup

“Okay, ten starting now,” Lee tells him, pulling on the leash until George has to shift down onto his elbows. “Count them out for me, nice and loud.”

He licks his fingertips and spanks him again, hard enough that his palm stings and the force of it ricochets up his arm. With his other hand, he reaches for the toy’s remote but doesn’t turn it on, instead keeping it tucked under his thumb as he puts his hand on the small of George’s back.

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gallowseyes

He shifts, head down, arse up, skin already stinging from the one slap Lee has given him. Lee slaps him again and he makes that same undignified sound.

"One."

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atehimrightup

They make it to five, with Lee spacing the slaps out so he’s not hitting the same spot every time. George is breathing raggedly, flushed from head to toe, and Lee feels a little like he’s floating. It feels like this is exactly where he’s supposed to be.

He pauses for a moment, simply rubbing his hand back and forth across George’s reddened skin, and then he flicks on the toy again. From this angle, he can see the base buzzing, watching as George’s body tightens around it.

He spanks him for the sixth time, right over the toy, and then touches his fingertip to the base to move it in a slow circle, almost idly.

“Think about how all my come is still inside you. How you’re plugged up like a bitch in heat,” Lee growls out, and spanks him again. His palm stings, tingling from the force of his blows, and George’s skin is such a tender looking shade of red. Lee is so turned on that he feels a bit dizzy, and he’s having the time of his life. “Isn’t that a lovely thought?”

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gallowseyes

"Six," says George, almost automatically. He feels like he's floating, between the pain and the toy in his arse and his cock, hard again. He makes a soft sound in the back of his throat, shifting his weight.

"I'm definitely not complaining about it."

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atehimrightup

“Why would you? I’m sure you love feeling like a bitch in heat.” Lee smiles and turns off the toy before slowly easing it out of him, cursing under his breath when he sees how pink and wet his hole is, how open and ready.

“You look like a used up slut,” Lee tells him, sliding his hand down his back until he can plunge three fingers into his body, crooking them until he can find George’s prostate. And then, once he has, he spanks him again with his other hand. “All wet and gaping.”

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gallowseyes

"Fuck," says George, almost yelps it, when Lee pulls the plug out of him and replaces it with his fingers. He whimpers, shifting his hips, fucking himself back onto Lee's fingers.

"Feels good," he mumbles, and he means all of it.

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atehimrightup

“I’ll bet it does. Nothing more a filthy slut loves more than to be used, right?” Lee leans over a bit to spit onto George’s hole, working in a fourth finger. He spanks George again, this time lower. Right above the swell of his balls.

“Are you keeping count?” Lee asks sternly, pinching hard at the inside of George’s thigh. “If you aren’t, I’ll have to start over.”

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gallowseyes

Squirming away from the pinch with nowhere to go, George shakes his head.

"Only you," he says, meaning he's not sure he would do this for anyone else -- not sure he would lower himself like this, definitely not sure about the collar. There's something about Lee; it's been there for a while, and now there's no turning back form it. "Eight." He swallows. "That last one was eight."

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atehimrightup

Only you, he says, and that makes Lee swallow hard. He could mean it in the sense of what they’re doing here, or the terms of the collar, but Lee doesn’t think that’s the case.

“Only you,” Lee repeats sincerely, because he feels the same. He nods and takes a breath, feeling vaguely overwhelmed by all of it. Not just the sex but the rest of it, too.

“Good boy,” he says, and then gives him number nine. His skin feels hot to the touch and there are fingerprints all over his pale skin. It makes Lee feel a little feral. It makes him want to bite.

He lands the final blow just above his thighs, palm connecting hard enough that he feels it in his shoulder and the sound of it seems to echo in the room. Lee slides his fingers free and puts the plug back in, resting his stinging palm on the small of George’s back while sliding two of his come slick fingers into George’s mouth to suck on as if giving him a reward. A treat.

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gallowseyes

"Nine," says George, his head so low now that his forehead is pressed against the back of one hand. He moans as the plulg slides back into him and, when Lee presses filthy fingers, slick with lube and come, between his lips, George just sucks on them eagerly. He groans as the taste of them floods his tongue.

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atehimrightup

George doesn’t count off the last hit, but Lee decides to let it slide. He just looks so beautiful and, to be fair, he does have his mouth full.

He watches George suck at his fingers so eagerly, pulling them out only to replace them with his ring and pinky fingers, giving him more to taste. He’s so into it, and Lee thinks again about how George compared come and blood. It’s not much different, he said. Without even realizing how much he had just knocked Lee’s world off its axis a little bit.

“You did well, baby,” Lee tells him, sliding his other hand up and down George’s spine and then injecting a bit of a smirk into his voice. “This time.”

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gallowseyes

The humiliation of the implied criticism in Lee's tone makes George squirm a little, he's sunk so deep. He moans, sucking at the taste on Lee's fingers almost greedily.

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atehimrightup

Lee watches him indulgently for a bit, feeling a warmth in his chest and a fierce protectiveness. He would kill for this man. He wouldn’t even blink.

“Mm, since you’re enjoying yourself so much,” Lee murmurs, pulling his hand away and slipping out from under George so he can pull himself up into the sofa, relaxing back against it as he unzips his jeans and pulls out his cock. “Suck on this instead.”

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gallowseyes

He doesn't need to be told twice. Lee slides back into the sofa and George shifts up onto his knees, the chain attached to his collar making a soft, musical noise. He leans over Lee's lap and curls one hand around the base of his cock, leaning over to lap at the head hungrily before he takes the first few inches into his mouth. He starts to suck hungry, bobbing his head, dark hair falling into his face.

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atehimrightup

“Jesus Christ,” Lee breathes out, somehow still stunned by the eager way that George sucks him down. He’s had what he thought was good head before. He was wrong. George is the best he’s ever had in every single category. He has absolutely ruined Lee for any other man.

“You were born for this, weren’t you?” Lee rasps out, twisting the collar so that the chain is at the back of George’s neck and he can pull on it just a little. Not enough to choke him, but enough that George almost has to fight against the tension to get at his cock. It’s deliriously hot.

“The first time I saw you,” Lee gasps out, chest heaving as he thumbs at the stretched out corner of George’s mouth, “the first time I saw your fucking obscene mouth, I knew that I had to put my cock in it. And I knew you’d let me.”

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gallowseyes

He's drifting, entirely focused on Lee's cock, but part of him wants to correct that. Trained, not born. But, since France, since Jean, he's loved this. He never gets bored of it. Lee tugs on the chain and George moans, the sound of it muffled by the press of Lee's cock against his tongue.

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atehimrightup

Lee isn’t expecting a reply, but he knows that George likes to hear him talk. And he certainly deserves to be rewarded for the magic he’s currently working on Lee’s dick.

“I love how hungry you are,” Lee admits, sounding like the confession is scraped out of him. “I’m hungry, too. I think I could feel that in you. We’re both starving for something.”

He’s rambling, edging dangerously close to something he can’t speak of, so he bites his lip and watches George bob on his cock, cheeks hollow and lips swollen.

“Swallow it,” Lee barks out, knowing what such a command will do to George. “All the way down, and stay until I say.”

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gallowseyes

Lee's right -- George has been hungry his whole life. Being with Lee, though? Feels like being properly fed, maybe for the first time in his life. He hears the instruction and groans, softly, breathing through his nose as he works his mouth lower and lower, until his nose presses into the hair at the base of Lee's cock.

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atehimrightup

“Oh, that’s good. That’s so fucking good, baby,” Lee pants out, toes curling inside the sneakers he’s still somehow wearing. He watches George’s mouth slide impossibly low and grunts, mouth falling open as he sinks into the tight grip of George’s throat.

He reaches down under George’s chin, pressing in against his neck to feel himself there. It makes his hips twitch and he pulls on the leash at the same time, cutting off George’s air entirely. Lee breathes in deep and counts in his head, brushing George’s hair from his face. It’s only when George’s shoulders tense up and he starts to fidget that Lee pulls him back by the hair and slackens the leash, letting him fill his lungs again.

George looks dazed, like he’s drugged put of his mind, pupils so big there’s only a thin ring of color around them. Cheeks flushed, eyes wet, mouth agape and swollen cherry red, spit dripping down his chin. He’s the most beautiful thing that Lee has ever seen. And for now, at least in this moment—

“Mine,” Lee growls out, curling his lip back to bare his teeth. He feels so much that he doesn’t know what to do with it all, but he knows that if anyone tried to take George away from him, they would not survive it.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he pants out, keeping his grip tight in George’s hair and his cock just out of reach, teasing. “Tell me, and I’ll let you have it.”

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gallowseyes

Lee pulls his head up, lets him breath and George's breath sobs in and out for a second.

"Yours," he says, without needing another prompt. "Only yours."

In that moment, at least, it's the most obvious thing in the world.

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atehimrightup

Lee stares down at George for a long moment, breathing just as hard as he is. He feels a bit wild, lip twitching and eyes dark. He feels desperate, like he hasn’t Eaten in weeks, but it’s not food he’s after at all.

Suddenly, Lee winds the leash around his hand and yanks George forward, hooking his hands under George’s arms to all but yank him into his lap. One hand goes under George’s ass to help him get onto his knees on the sofa, straddling Lee’s lap, and then he pulls out the toy and lets it fall to the floor, replacing it instantly with his cock.

Lee lets out a sound like a strangled howl, yanking George down onto it while biting at his chest, just over his heart, hard enough to bruise without breaking skin.

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gallowseyes

It all happens quickly; one minute he's on his knees, staring up at Lee, and the next he's in Lee's lap with his cock buried in his arse. He doesn't wait for permission, immediately rising onto his knees so that he can sink back down, all but bouncing on Lee's cock.

"Jesus," he mumbles, when he realises that Lee is still mostly dressed while they fuck, while he's naked and collared and smeared in his own come. This could be over when Lee comes, he realises. He bends his head to kiss Lee, moaning loudly against his lips.