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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

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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.”

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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."

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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.

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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.

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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.”

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gallowseyes

Back home, back before, George had fucked, and been fucked, with nothing but spit. For a moment, he's tempted, but the lube is to hand, a modern marvel, and he doesn't want to hurt Lee in unnecessary ways. He uncaps the lube, squeezing some onto his fingers, and more into the cleft of Lee's arse, directly on his hole. He does bother with one finger, pressing two into Lee with little ceremony.

"You know," says George, fucking Lee's arse smoothly with two fingers. "I've wondered how much you could take for me.How far you'd go."

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atehimrightup

George sinks two slick fingers into him, barely giving him time to adjust the intrusion, and Lee groans and bites at his own wrist. He does it so smoothly, so quickly reducing Lee to rubble.

“There’s very little I wouldn’t do for you, George,” he pants out, achingly sincere before he remembers what exactly it is that they’re doing. He twists a little, looking over his shoulder again as he rocks his hips against George’s hand. “My Lord.”

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gallowseyes

He doesn't correct the slip, though he does smile when Lee corrects. Already, Lee is verging on the kind of desperate that George likes best at moments like this.

"Good boy," he says, starting to insert a third finger. "I've wondered, you know, what you'd look like with my whole hand inside you."

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atehimrightup

He’s rewarded with praise and another finger, and Lee lets out another low groan, cheek pressed to the outside of his wrist, still wet from his mouth. George says this like it’s a confession, like it’s brand new, and Lee chuckles low in his throat.

“Is that right?” Lee clenches down around George’s fingers, rocking his hips as his cock drools all over the sheets. He knows that whatever game they’re playing, George wouldn’t do that to him without Lee expressly consenting. It feels a little like he’s asking for that without really asking, and Lee feels a little lightheaded at the thought of saying yes.

He keeps his chin hooked over his shoulder, twisting his spine and pressing his elbow into the headboard, trying to catch a glimpse of George’s face. “You really think it’ll fit?”

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gallowseyes

Three fingers in Lee's arse, still fucking him smoothly, George shifts slightly so that Lee can see his face. They're still in it, still in the game that they're playing, but the focus shifts, slightly, because this is something he'd never even consider doing if he didn't have Lee's full and enthusiastic permission.

"Slow enough and slick enough?" asks George, his face hot at the thought of it. "I do."

From:

atehimrightup

George shifts enough for Lee to be able to see him and Lee studies his face, noting how flushed he is, and how dark his eyes get. He wants this, quite badly by the looks of it, but he isn’t going to put any pressure on Lee for it.

But he doesn’t need to. Lee wants to give him that, and he trusts George so much more than he thought he’d ever trust another person.

“Okay then,” Lee says after a moment, nodding and turning back to rest his forehead against his arm again. He doesn’t want to stop the game, but he drops it for just a moment. “You can. Just take care of me.”

From:

gallowseyes

George pauses for a moment, his fingers pressed deep into Lee's body and he shifts, bending, so that he can press a kiss to Lee's bare shoulder.

"Always," he says, and he nearly adds 'forever'.

He straightens, letting the game slip back over him. "You want to be a good whore for me?"

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atehimrightup

The soft kiss to Lee’s shoulder settles him. It feels like a declaration somehow, and reminds him that no matter what games they play, George’s true thoughts for him are always tender.

George pulls away and Lee ducks his head to hide a smile when he speaks, making it clear that their time out is over. They’re so ridiculous. Lee loves every minute of this.

“Yes, my Lord,” Lee says emphatically, matching his energy and letting out a shuddering sigh as he rocks against George’s hand. “That’s all I want to be.”

In this moment, at least, nothing has ever been more true.

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gallowseyes

George starts to fuck Lee's arse again, three fingers moving smoothly in and out of him, crooking to find that spot inside that's sure to make Lee tremble.

"Have you ever let anyone else do this to you?" He knows the answer, he thinks, but he wants to head Lee say it.

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atehimrightup

Lee’s back arches as George finds his prostate, massaging at it until Lee lets out a soft cry. The question makes him laugh a little, soft and fond. George knows the answer to that question. He has to know.

Which means that he just wants to hear Lee actually say it.

“Why would I do that, my Lord?” He breathes out, playing into this simpering peasant character that he’s cultivating, but a part of him really means it, too. “When I’ve been waiting for you this whole time?”

He smiles to himself, practically melting against the headboard as George fingers him. He feels a little like he’s drunk on how good it feels. “No one else has ever come close. No one else ever will.”

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gallowseyes

The words aren't really important -- though nice to hear. It's more about how Lee responds to the touch, all but melting already. George has prided himself on being able to provide what his lovers need, whatever that might be. He's had sex for a lot of reasons, in his life but, during, he's always wanted his partners to feel good.

He rotates his hand, starting to line his little finger up with the others, starting to work it inside.

"Tell me that you like it," he instructs, his eyes fixed on the place where his fingers press into Lee's body.

From:

atehimrightup

Lee’s breath hitches as George lines up his pinky, back arching at the stretch as four fingers start to sink into him nice and slow. It burns, just a little, but he likes the ache of it. He likes that he can’t think about anything else but this.

“I like it, my Lord,” he pants out, forcing himself to take a shaky breath and bear down against his fingers, gasping slightly at the drag. “Can you make it wetter, please?”

He doesn’t know how George did this without lube. Just the thought sort of makes Lee want to kill whoever did it. But he’ll settle for doing it better when it’s his turn.

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gallowseyes

The moment Lee asks, George pauses, reaching for the bottle and drizzling more lube over his fingers where they press into Lee's arse. He gives him a moment to adjust before he keeps working on easing his little finger in alongside the others.

"Do you really like It," he teases. "Or are you just trying to please?"

From:

atehimrightup

The question makes him huff out a laugh, eyes closed as he breathes through the stretch. He feels a little dazed, warm and shivery all over.

“I like it,” Lee assures him, pausing a moment and swallowing hard. He wants to please George all the time, but he’s learning that George’s affections aren’t tenuous. They aren’t dependent entirely on how obedient he is, even in the midst of a game. He can speak up and George won’t leave him for it. He’s almost entirely certain of that, but there’s a lot of trauma in his head trying to convince him otherwise.

“I would like it better if I could see your face,” he admits after a long moment, because the intrusion is a lot. As much as he’s enjoying himself, it makes something in his body squirm. His voice is slightly hesitant, because George put him in this position very deliberately, but he always likes it better when he can see George’s face while he’s so vulnerable like this. “If that would suit you, my Lord.”

From:

gallowseyes

George weighs it up for a moment, but that's all it takes. Even in the midst of a game, he doesn't have it in him to deny Lee much of anything. Slowly, he draws his fingers out of Lee's ass, slick with lube.

"Get on your back," he says. "Hands on the bedframe."