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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]

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.

[atehimrightup]

George sinks into his throat and it feels like he pushes all the air out of his lungs. Lee closes his eyes as his chest burns, then sucks in a wet breath when George’s cock slips free.

His lips feel swollen, throat raw, and he pants as he stares dazedly up at George’s pretty hand on his pretty cock. He blinks and shifts his gaze up to George’s face, considering his demand. George is always careful not to make Lee outright beg, and it warms him to the core.

“Please, my Lord,” Lee rasps out, chest heaving as he slides his hands down his body, doing his best to play his part, too. “I want you to do me the honor of coming on my face.”

He opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out, reaching out to curl his hands around George’s legs again, pulling him in closer.

[gallowseyes]

George does his best to maintain a straight face, but he grins, letting his head fall back as he strokes his cock, his hand moving faster and faster until he comes, splashing across Lee's lips and chin and tongue, the freckled bridge of his nose. It looks so unbelievably hot that, for a moment, he can't do anything but stare, his breath sobbing in and out.

"Stay there," he instructs. "Don't move."

He goes to his jeans on the floor and grabs his phone, opening the camera and framing a shot of Lee's face in close up.

[atehimrightup]

Lee stares with an enraptured look on his face, breath catching at that first splash of hot come against his face. It’s degrading and hot all at once, like being branded, and Lee already has his tongue peeking out to taste when George tells him not to move. He has to assume that means his tongue as well so he lets it relax back into his mouth with a soft pout.

He blinks and there’s suddenly a phone in his face, and the sound of the shutter makes him chuckle a bit. They really have switched roles.

Lee leans into it, posing as George snaps photos, then finally does sneak his tongue out to lick some from the corner of his mouth, unable to resist the taste of him.

[gallowseyes]

George watches as Lee licks come off his lips, and he wants to kiss him so badly that it hurts. Still, he's enjoying the game that they're playing enough that he wants to prolong it. He smudges his thumb through a splash of come on Lee's cheekbone and feeds it to him, rubbing against his tongue. "I think you've earned something in your arse," he says. "Not my cock, though. Not yet."

[atehimrightup]

George’s thumb slides into his mouth and Lee hums, sucking it clean eagerly while looking up at George’s face. His eyes widen with excitement and then he pouts a little, though he supposes that something inside him is better than nothing at all.

“I’ll work for it,” Lee assures him, reaching up to wrap his hand around George’s wrist. “I’ll give you whatever you want.”

[gallowseyes]

"I know you will," says George, still transfixed by the sight of his come on Lee's face. "Get up on your knees. Hands on the bedframe."

[atehimrightup]

“Yes, my Lord,” Lee breathes out. It had felt a little ridiculous at first, but he realizes that this was George’s life. He was addressed by a title, commanded respect, and now he’s here, slumming it with an American who barely knows anything about where he came from. The least he can do is give George a little taste of the power he’d been used to. Lee wants to give him that. He wants to play the game.

He gets up on his knees, licking come from the corner of his mouth but otherwise leaving it n his face as he shuffles toward the headboard, knocking pillows out of the way so he can reach out and grab it. He keeps his spine straight and chin lifted, knees spread to keep himself exposed. George’s gaze feels heavy and he shivers, turning to glance at him over his shoulder.

[gallowseyes]

After giving Lee a moment to rearrange himself, George grabs the lube and gets up on the mattress behind him. He puts his hands on his hips, tugging him back slightly so that his arse sticks out a little more, his cock framed between his spread thighs. Before reaching for the lube again, he licks two fingers, rubbing them over Lee's hole.

"Let's see how much you can take for me," he says.

[atehimrightup]

Just the shift of the mattress as George climbs onto it goes straight to Lee’s cock, and he knows that he’s doomed. He’s absolutely fucked.

And that’s before George manhandles him into a different position.

“Oh god,” Lee breathes out, crossing his wrists against the wall and leaning his forehead against them. It’s just spit on George’s fingers and Lee shivers, wondering idly if George plans to fuck him like he would have back then, long before the advent of Astroglide. “Okay, let’s see.”