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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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atehimrightup

“Fuck, that’s it,” Lee groans out, gripping George’s hips as he starts to move. They kiss and it’s messy, hungry and biting, and Lee gathers George’s wrists behind his back. The collar is still turned, chain tumbling down George’s back, and Lee wraps it around George’s wrists, pulling it tight to keep them in place.

It makes it harder for George to bounce but he manages with those ridiculous thighs of his, and Lee grabs a burning ass cheek in one hand and the back of George’s neck with the other, thrusting hard up into him while grunting into his mouth.

“All those people you’ve been with, and I bet none of them could fuck you like I can,” he pants out. It’s far more confident than he usually feels, but in that moment he’s certain that it’s true. “No one else can give you what you need.”

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gallowseyes

"No-one," pants George, wrists pinned behind his back and thighs burning as he rides Lee's cock. He's had a kid of sex in his life, but never quite like this. His cock is fully hard again, bouncing obscenely against his belly with every rock of his hips. He moans loudly into Lee's mouth. "Only you."

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atehimrightup

“Fuck.” Lee groans out loud and tips his head back, gripping hard at George’s hip as he leans further back against the sofa. His eyes flutter open and he stares at George’s face, fingers digging in under the collar around his neck.

He sits up again and drags George in closer, guiding his face to Lee’s neck as he throws his head back. “Give me your teeth, baby. Let me feel them.”

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gallowseyes

It's the first time Lee's asked to be bitten and, in the moment, he finds himself hesitant. He's never done anything like it before. Still, he presses his mouth against Lee's neck, kissing and sucking, using the edges of his teeth, before he works up the nerve to actually bite. It's not as hard as Lee has bitten him in the past, but it's a start.

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atehimrightup

If Lee were less out of his mind, he might have sensed George’s hesitance, might have redirected him, but instead he just feels his breath catch when George starts to mouth at his throat, teeth scraping against his skin.

Lee feels overwhelmed, a little like he’s outside his body, and then George bites down and Lee comes so hard that he knocks his head back against the wall, crying out and bucking up against George’s body, clutching at him almost desperately.

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gallowseyes

If he'd been more present in the moment, George might have marveled at how beautiful Lee looks, coming so hard. As if is, he experiences it as all sensation -- the firmness of Lee's skin and the buck of his hips, the arch of his back and the way he trembles through it as George goes back to kissing and nipping at his neck.

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atehimrightup

Lee’s hips seem to keep moving of their own accord, fucking up into George’s body. He’s so wet with come that the sound of it is obscene enough to make Lee shiver again.

It takes a long time for his brain to come back online and he blinks as if coming out of a daze, lifting his head and pressing his cheek to George’s. He reaches one hand between their bodies to curl it around George’s cock.

“You’re gonna give me one more,” Lee pants out as he leans back against the sofa again, letting George balance on his lap he starts to jerk him off, staring up at him the whole time. His other hand slides under the hem of his shirt, dragging it up to bare his stomach and chest. “Right here.”

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gallowseyes

Now that he's seen the effect that it has on Lee, George doesn't need further encouragement. Rocking his hips to fuck himself through Lee's fingers, George bends, his arms still behind his back, sucking up a mark next to Lee's right nipple just before he bites him, harder than he'd dared before.

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atehimrightup

George sways forward, muscles flexing beautifully, and Lee hums encouragingly as his mouth finds Lee’s chest. His free hand slides into his soft hair, while the other keeps stroking his cock.

For some reason, he isn’t expecting George to bite him again. But he does, and sends and aftershock through him, hips jerking as he cries out. “Fuck, George. You’re perfect.”

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gallowseyes

The praise sinks through George, goes straight to his cock, and he squirms his hips, pressing up into the circle of Lee's fingers. It doesn't take long before he finds himself trembling on the edge again.

"Can I" he asks, dark eyes flickering to Lee's face. "Can I come?"

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atehimrightup

Lee smiles breathlessly when George looks up at him, nodding and cradling the back of his head, drawing him in for a kiss.

“Yeah, baby. You can come,” Lee assures him, nodding against his forehead and then falling back against the sofa again, watching as George’s big cock slips through his fingers. With his other hand, he drags his shirt up again and finds George’s bite mark on his chest, pressing his fingertips into it with a hiss. “Let me see.”

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gallowseyes

He comes with his back arched and his hips riding forward. It's not quite as hard as earlier, but it's plenty, spilling over Lee's fingers and striping his belly and chest. George fucks himself through Lee's fingers until he's wrung out every drop.

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atehimrightup

Lee groans softly as George’s come splashes onto his skin, warm and wet. He keeps his hand tight around George’s cock, only easing up when his orgasm seems to be over.

For a long time, all he can seem to do is stare up at George and to catch his breath, bringing his hand up to his face to lick George’s come from his fingers. He scoops some up from his stomach and reaches up to push that finger into George’s mouth. Once he’s a little less in a daze, he reaches both hands back to unwrap the chain from George’s wrists, freeing them and sliding his hands up George’s back, kissing at his shoulders.

“You were so good, sweetheart,” Lee murmurs, lifting his head to kiss the underside of George’s jaw. “I’m proud of you.”

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gallowseyes

"I tried so hard," says George, once his wrists are unbound because, even though the collar is still around his throat, he can feel the shift in Lee's tone. He melts I to the kisses, curling his arms loosely around Lee's neck, still in his lap. "That was fucking amazing."

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atehimrightup

“Yeah, it was,” Lee breathes out, smiling as George’s arms go around him, holding him. He reaches up to touch George’a face, fingertips stroking along cheeks bones before he reaches down to take the collar’s lock between two fingers.

“You ready to unlock?” Lee asks, because he’s more than ready to get something to drink and take off his damn shoes.

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gallowseyes

George nods. He could keep going, he knows, but he's also thirsty and sore and feels like he could eat them out of house and home.

"Unlock," he says. "At least for now?" He's not sure if Lee has plans for the rest of the evening.

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atehimrightup

Lee nods, reaching for the key hanging from his neck. There’s a question on George’s face, and Lee gives him a soft kiss on the mouth.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere,” Lee assures him, leaning in close so he can stick the key in the lock, twisting it open with a click. He opens the clasp and takes the collar off, setting it aside and then leaning in to press soft, wet kisses to the red marks left behind.

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gallowseyes

He feels different the moment the collar comes off, his fingers pushing into Lee's hair too cradle the back of his head at he kisses his skin.

"I might take this opportunity to shower, if you want to make yourself comfortable and order food?"

He's happy not to be done for the evening -- craves it, even -- but he's also a sweaty, sticky mess.

From:

atehimrightup

“Am I not invited to the shower?” Lee asks without thinking about it, only belatedly realizing how needy it sounds. His wrinkles his nose a little and then lifts his head, looking at George and nodding as he thumbs at George’s temple.

“It’s okay if you want a little space,” Lee assures him, and he means it. That was a lot, and Lee wouldn’t blame him if he wanted some time to recalibrate. “I can get us some food. What are you in the mood for?”

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gallowseyes

"Usually, yes, and you know it," says George, looking down at him. There's conflict on his face for a moment. "But I could do with...five minutes to find my edges again?"

He presses a warm kiss to Lee's mouth, deep with real affection. "I don't mind about the food. Something I can drink wine with?"

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atehimrightup

“I get it,” Lee assures him, eyes falling shut at that soft kiss. He could probably use a few minutes himself to try and get his mind right. To remind himself of how things really are. Him acting like Velcro is reason enough for that.

He swallows and grips George by the hips, easing up off of his softening cock, and scoots out from under him so he can tuck himself back into his pants.

“Sure, I’ll pick something,” Lee says as he gets up, looking at George for a moment before lightly touching his shoulder and then turning to head toward the kitchen. “Have a good shower.”

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gallowseyes

He isn't gone long, just long enough to sluice the come and sweat from his skin and to start to feel like a person again. When he emerges from his bedroom, he's bare chested, wearing loose trousers, his damp hair pushed back from his forehead. He walks up behind Lee and wraps both arms around him, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck.

"Did you choose something?"

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atehimrightup

While George is in the shower, Lee feels… adrift. He’s off-kilter and there’s this weird ache in his chest that he does his best to shake off.

He walks the length of the apartment and picks up the discarded toys, rinsing the plug off in the sink and then putting everything back in the bag. And then he stuffs the bag in the hall closet and orders a pizza. Can you drink wine with pizza? Lee has no idea.

He wipes himself down with a wet paper towel and tries not to mind it much. It’s not his first whore’s bath and it won’t be his last. He still has his shoes on. It feels weird to take them off now.

He’s washing his hands at the sink when George comes out of the bathroom. Lee can smell him, but the scent of his lust (their lust) has been dulled in a way that makes his nose wrinkle in vague irritation.

When George comes up behind him and embraces him, Lee finds himself a little surprised. He holds his wet hands out in front of himself and reaches out to turn off the sink, thiugh he tilts his head into George’s kiss.

“Pizza,” he answers, flicking his hands before wiping them awkwardly on his jeans. “It’s all I could think of.”

From:

gallowseyes

He knows Lee well enough by now, has spent enough time wrapped around him, that he can feel the tension in him, though his shoulders and spine.

George frowns, his arms still wrapped around Lee.

"Pizza's fine. What's wrong?"

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atehimrightup

The more George holds onto him, the more relaxed he feels. And the more foolish. He shakes his head a little at the question and turns around in George’s arms, looping his own loosely around George’s shoulders.

He could brush the question off, but he finds himself wanting to try and explain it.

“I dunno. I felt weird for a few minutes, like I had vertigo, but I think I’m gonna be okay.” He lifts his head to meet George’s eyes, shrugging almost sheepishly. “A lot to process, I s’pose.”