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[gallowseyes]

His day, not to put too fine a point on it, has gone to shit. He'd slipped out of the apartment nearly to go and ride and had been thrown. Thankfully, he'd been on sand, so the bruising is minimal, but the stiffness in his shoulder has lingered all day. He'd gone to do some session work -- cello, not viola de Gamba, which means the instrument, whole familiar, feels less like a part of him. The fingering of the part has been complicated, and he'd managed to break his bow and had to use a spare.

At least he'd been paid.

By the time he lets himself into his apartment, he's in a foul mood but, when he opens the door, he instantly knows that someone else is home.

"Lee?"

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[atehimrightup]

“What is your point, darling?” Lee asks in George’s accent, smirking down at him and tickling fingers across his belly. “You want another one of those nights?”

He chuckles and slides his hand gently over the curve of George’s shoulder, only half teasing. “You sure your busted body can take it? I could do the work tonight.”

[gallowseyes]

"It's a sore shoulder, not a festering wound," says George, rolling his eyes fondly at Lee's impression of him. "And, yes, maybe. Really scour away the last vestiges of my shitty day."

[atehimrightup]

“Ah, I see,” Lee says with a sly smirk, chuckling a little as realization dawns. “You wanna get out some aggression, huh? We could do that.”

He’s more than willing for things to get a little (or a lot) rough, but as he thinks about it, there’s something else he knows that he wants tonight. His expression goes a little shy and he bites his lip, slowly circling a finger around George’s navel.

“And then maybe after,” he begins quietly, never knowing quite how to ask for it. The words from the first time always seem to sum it up best. By now, George will know what it means. “Maybe you could be nice to me. Before we go to sleep.”

[gallowseyes]

George's face softens at that, and he reaches up to cup Lee's cheek, thumb tracing the corner of his mouth. He knows exactly what Lee means when he asks him like that.

"I can do that for you," he says. "I promise."

[atehimrightup]

Lee's expression shifts into a bright and genuine grin, cheeks pleasantly flushed. He nods and puts his hand over George's near his face, holding it as he turns his head to press kisses to his palm and the inside of his wrist, feeling the steady thrum of his pulse through the delicate skin there.

"I'll hold you to it," Lee assures him, huffing out a laugh simply because he's happy. His eyes stay on George's face even as he slides his other hand down to George's waistband, slowly tugging his belt free of the buckle and moving to unbutton his pants one-handed, lowering his voice into more a seductive murmur. "So, mouth first. And then do you want me over the table again?"

[gallowseyes]

George's eyes stay on Lee's face as he unbuttons his trousers. He's not hard, not yet, but he's well on his way, and he shifts his hips slightly.

"Tempting," he says, head tilting slightly against Lee's thigh. "But I can definitely fuck you like that in a bed, too."

[atehimrightup]

“Oh, of that I have no doubt,” Lee replies with a warm chuckle, one hand ruffling through George’s soft hair while the other slips into his open fly, pushing the zipper open with the back of hand while he cups George’s cock. He squeezes gently, thumbing at his foreskin. He loves the feeling of George getting hard in his hand. “Mm, okay.”

He slides his hand under George’s head and lifts it, sliding out from under his lap so he can stand and pull his t-shirt over his head, shaking his hair out and tossing it aside. Wearing only a pair of sweats slung low on his hips, he turns to face George and curls his finger.

“Okay, come here,” he says with a sly smile, eyes sparkling with mischief. He has a bit of an idea that might kickstart things, and he crinkles his nose in amusement, almost giddy.

[gallowseyes]

He loves it when Lee is like this, when being happy almost shines out of him. George stands up without being told twice, trousers open and cock definitely hard now.

"An idea, is it?" he says.

[atehimrightup]

“You had a bad day,” Lee states plainly, biting back a smirk. “You were so worked up. You need something to take it out on.”

He says this all seductively, moving in closer with his hands behind his back, leaning in close enough to kiss him without actually making contact. “That could be me.”

He gives George a quick kiss and then steps back, bringing his hand up to sharply smack George across the face, stunning him. Working him up again. Stoking that fire so George can burn it out on him.

Lee winks at him, then laughs and turns to run toward the bedroom as if he were prey, practically begging for George to give chase.

[gallowseyes]

Lee slaps him and, cheeky stinging, it takes a moment for him to process what just happened. Lee's intention is clear enough, though, and George takes off after him, catching him in the bedroom doorway and wrapping one arm around his waist, the other going into his hair to pull his head back.

"You're going to regret that," he says, grinning against Lee's skin.

[atehimrightup]

George catches up to him quickly, grabbing him around the waist and yanking him back while Lee grabs uselessly at the doorframe with both hands. He’s laughing, but the arm around his waist and the rough hand in his hair sends a shock of arousal through him.

“Oops,” Lee replies playfully, grabbing at George’s forearm while pressing his ass back into the cradle of his hips.

[gallowseyes]

"You don't sound like you really understand," murmurs George, his mouth close to Lee's ear. One hand still tight in his hair, George fondles Lee through his sweats, squeezing his cock. "Maybe I need to remind you who all this belongs to?"

[atehimrightup]

Lee shudders at that, breath catching as George grabs at him through his sweats. But it’s the possessiveness that gets him. There’s no collar here, no real scene happening just yet. But George still calls Lee his, and he likes it so much.

“And how would you do that?” Lee replies breathlessly, shivering as George’s hand in his hair drags his head back enough to expose his neck. The position makes him feel a little vulnerable, but not in a way he totally hates. Not when it’s George.

[gallowseyes]

He keeps Lee in that same position, one hand tight in his hair, the other fondling his cock none too gently. He pretends to think about it.

"I'm going to fuck your mouth and your arse as many times as it takes until I'm satisfied. And you are going to say thank you for every thing I give you." He nips at the lobe of Lee's ear. "And I think that arse could definitely do with some colour, don't you? Remind you what your place in all of this is."

He squeezes Lee's cock through soft fabric.

"What are you?"

[atehimrightup]

It’s like some switch has been flipped. They had just been so relaxed and gentle with each other, and it takes only moments for them to become this. With George, Lee gets everything he needs.

George squeezes his cock hard enough that he whimpers a little, pain and pleasure all at once, and his eyes widen a little as George speaks. It’s a little more than he expected, a little harsher, but he’s eager to ride it out.

“I’m yours,” Lee gets out raggedly, hips jerking when George squeezes him again. It feels brutally honest, and Lee sucks in a breath as he squeezes George’s forearm. “I’m all yours.”

[gallowseyes]

"That's fucking right."

George releases his hold on Lee's hair, moving the hand to his throat instead, curling his fingers and squeezing gently, just enough for Lee to feel it. The sound that Lee made before went straight to George's cock, and he's amazed how quickly he's taken to this.

"My perfect...fucking...slut." He punctuates each word with a squeeze of Lee's cock.

[atehimrightup]

Lee becomes aware that they’re slipping into something of a game, and he adapts quickly. This is obviously what George needs, and Lee is eager to give it to him. He knows that if he needs it to stop, George will stop. He doubts it’ll get to that point, but there’s still such comfort in that trust.

There is no one else on this planet that Lee would allow this from other than George. Not even close. They’d get their hand bitten off if they so much as tried.

“Yours to use,” Lee gasps out, letting out another small whimper as George squeezes his cock again. It hurts, but not in a bad way. It makes him feel owned, and that isn’t bad, either.

[gallowseyes]

"That's right, too," says George, squeezing Lee's throat a little harder before he lets him go, hooking the fingers of both hands over the back of his sweats and yanking them down, unceremoniously stripping him.

"Bend over the bed," he instructs, easily slipping back into a tone he hasn't used in months -- the tone of a man who expects things done. "Hands behind your back."

[atehimrightup]

George’s hand tightens around his throat and then he’s suddenly gone, tugging his sweats down, and for a moment Lee feels a like he’s the one who’s just been slapped in the face.

And probably just as thrilled as George was. He loves how wild they are. Every night is an adventure all its own.

When he speaks next, his tone is different. It’s almost unfamiliar, and Lee swiftly realizes that this isn’t just his George. This is the Earl of Buckingham, someone who snaps their fingers and makes things happen.

Lee has always thumbed his nose at authority and the elite, and still would under different circumstances. But right here, right now, he finds it incredibly hot.

“Yes, sir,” Lee says as he moves forward, feeling his brain go a little fuzzy as he stands at the end of the bed and leans forward, pressing his chest into it and sticking his ass up, crossing his wrists at the small of his back.

[gallowseyes]

Careful to stay where Lee can't see him, George strips out of his clothes. He takes his time, lets Lee stand there, bent over the bedframe, cheek against the mattress.

"My Lord," he corrects, affecting an almost bored tone of voice, even though his cock is rock hard. "Now spread. Show me what you have to offer."

[atehimrightup]

Lee’s cheeks burn as George corrects him and he stays silent for a moment, almost stubbornly, but eventually relents.

“Yes, my Lord,” he bites out, breathing in deeply and adjusting his weight so he can spread his legs far apart enough that he feels cool air against his hole. He can feel George’s eyes on him and he rocks his ass back a little, tilting his hips to present himself in a way that makes him feel like a whore.

It makes his face burn, and he can kind of see why George likes this so much.

[gallowseyes]

Idly, George thinks he prefers it when it's him spread out on the mattress like that, but Lee looks gorgeous, both embarrassed and available and George sees no harm in indulging. Walking closer, he licks the pad of his thumb and rubs it over Lee's asshole, so enticingly on display.

"Tell me what you want."

[atehimrightup]

George only touches him right there on his hole, slick thumb rubbing against the muscle, and Lee’s breath punches out of him, hands clenched into fists at the small of his back.

“I want your cock,” he breathes out, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment as he decides to really lean into this. Because why not? He twists enough to try and look at George over shoulder, curls spilling across his forehead. “However you think I deserve to have it, my Lord.”

[gallowseyes]

George can't deny it -- Lee calling him that sends a shiver through his whole body. He wouldn't want it all the time but, in the right now? It's delicious. He keeps up the teasing touch for a long moment, letting Lee really sink I to it.

"I'll fuck your mouth first -- see if you can earn it in your arse," he says, and then he takes his thumb away and lands a hard slap on one cheek of Lee's arse instead.

[atehimrightup]

Even though he’s half expecting it, the smack startles him enough that he yelps, hips jerking slightly. It makes him feel a rush, teeth gritting as the pain blossoms, because it’s instinct to get angry when he’s hit.

But he takes a breath and closes his eyes, focusing on the burning tingle in the perfect shape of George’s hand. It makes him feel a little like he’s buzzing.

“Okay,” he breathes out, licking his lips and staring to lift his shoulders before going back where he was, unsure of how to continue. “How do you want me?”