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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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[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?”

[gallowseyes]

Watching Lee shift and then settle, George is surprised by how much he enjoys that flicker of obedience. He lands another slap on the other side of Lee's arse.

"My Lord," he says. "And I won't tell you again." If he's got a role in this game, he'll play it.

"On your back on the mattress," he says, enjoying the sight of his handprints lurid on Lee's skin. "Let your head hang."

[atehimrightup]

Lee gets smacked again and he has to bite back the very bitchy reply that jumps to the tip of his tongue. Or maybe he should say it. Give George a taste of his own bratty medicine so he can see how it feels.

“Or what?” He says it in George’s accent, waits half a beat, and then continues in his own voice, very sweetly. “My Lord.”

Lee shivers at the command but lifts himself up and crawls onto the bed on all fours, then turns gracefully onto his back, shifting until his head hangs off the side of the bed. In this position, there’s little can do but lie there and let George use his mouth, body stretched out naked and vulnerable before him.

No one else in the whole fucking universe, he thinks again. Just George, only him.

[gallowseyes]

He ignores what is so clearly an impression of him altogether, rolling his eyes as he takes hold of Lee's jaw, smudging his thumb along his bottom lip.

"Open your mouth," he instructs. "Stick out your tongue."

[atehimrightup]

George grabs his chin roughly and Lee looks up at him as best he can, hands fisting in the sheets. “Am I allowed to touch you while you do it, my Lord?”

He won’t need to speak after getting a reply, so he shifts his weight a little until his neck is as supported as possible, curls bouncing as they spill from his face. He opens his mouth wide and sticks out his tongue, cheeks burning as a flush runs down to his chest.

[gallowseyes]

George takes a moment to strip out of his loosened clothes, naked when he steps back up to the bed, his fingers curled loosely around his cock.

"You can touch me," says George, leaning forward to slide his cock into Lee's mouth.

[atehimrightup]

Lee would have done whatever he was told, but he’s obviously grateful for the response he gets. He nods, watching upside down as George undresses and takes his cock in hand. It really is obscene how big it is, and then suddenly it’s in his mouth.

He groans around the girth of it, opening his mouth wide and covering his teeth with his lips. His hands go to the backs of George’s thighs, squeezing lightly as he breathes in through his nose.

[gallowseyes]

At this angle, it would be the easiest thing in the world to just take what they both know he wants, to just fuck Lee's mouth, press into his throat. Despite the game that they're playing, he holds himself back, letting Lee adjust to having his cock in his mouth, enjoying the hands on his thighs.

"Good boy," he says, knowing the effect that those words in particular have on Lee.

[atehimrightup]

Lee whimpers at that utterance, feeling embarrassed by how much he likes it. But lord help him, he does.

He squirms a little on the bed, all too aware that his body is stretched out lean and naked with George’s eyes on him and nowhere to hide. His muscles shift under his skin as his cock juts out, hard and eager. He thinks about how skinny he is, but then George sinks a little deeper into his mouth and Lee reminds himself that he has better ways to spend his time than feeling self-conscious.

It’s a rough angle for him to really do much but he moves his head as best he can, slurping noisily and letting his hands drift up and down George’s legs, up over his ample ass and then back down.

[gallowseyes]

The whimper comes out muffled by the slide of George's cock against Lee's tongue and, God, it's gorgeous. He loves this angle, loves that he can see every inch of Lee -- the sharp lines and edges of him, the flat of his belly and the jut of his cock. He rocks his hips again, pushing deeper into Lee's mouth, nudging the back of his throat.

[atehimrightup]

Lee is overwhelmed by it all, awash in George’s scent. He’s been out all day, riding horses and playing music, and he smells so good, earthy and musky and something else uniquely George. He can’t ever get enough of his smell.

He squirms on the bed a little, trying to be an active participant, but soon he realizes that isn’t really what he’s supposed to be doing. So, he takes in a breath and lets himself relax against the bed, hands hooked loosely behind George’s knees.

All he does is change the angle the slightest bit, swallowing around George’s cock as it sinks into his throat, and Lee lets his brain go static, eyes falling shut as he gives himself up and lets his body be used. He gives it over to the only person in the world that he can trust with it.

[gallowseyes]

He sees -- feels -- the moment that Lee relaxes into what's happening, and he can't help but grin. He finds a rhythm, rocking into Lee's mouth, pressing forward into his throat every third thrust or so. The angle makes is so deliciously easy. Eventually, he can feel the edge rushing up on him fast and he forces his hips to still.

"What if I wanted to come on your face?" he asks, head tilted on one side. "I've never done that to you before."

[atehimrightup]

It does feel good to be used like this, to lay back and take it all, relaxing into it. George slides deep into his throat with almost no resistance and Lee’s face is covered in his own saliva. It’s filthy and raw and Lee is so hard that he aches.

George’s hips suddenly stop and Lee lets out a muffled whimper of a sound, squeezing hard at George’s thighs. The question excites him so much that his hips twitch but he can’t exactly answer or nod, so he settles for slapping his hands excitedly against George’s thighs and making an agreeable noise around his cock.

[gallowseyes]

Lee might not be able to answer, but his feelings on the question are pretty obvious and George grins, broad and boyish and, in that moment, entirely out of character. "Oh, you like that, do you?" He rocks his hips, pressing slowly into Lee's mouth and into his throat, letting him feel every inch, waiting a long moment before he lets him breathe again. He pulls out, wrapping his fist around his spit-slick cock and squeezing.

"Tell me you want it."

Even now, even in the middle of this game, he isn't going to make Lee beg for anything. But he wants to hear it.