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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]

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.

[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.

[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.”

[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.

[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.

[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?"

[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.”

[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."

[atehimrightup]

Lee sags with relief, not even realizing just how badly he needed it until he was allowed to have it. He makes quick work of shuffling around and shoving a pillow under his hips, stretching out on his back and spreading his legs wide, ass tilted up as he reaches above his head to curl his fingers around the bottom of the headboard, extra obedient in his gratitude.

“Thank you,” he says sincerely, breathing easier now that he can look at George. He feels safer now, more relaxed. “I’ll be good. I promise.”

[gallowseyes]

"I know you will," says George, both in the game and out of it for a moment. He settles between Lee's spread thighs, reaching for the lube to reslick his fingers. "Because you want to please me."

There's more than that going on here, and they both mean it.

[atehimrightup]

“I always want to please you,” Lee says sincerely, breathing in deep as he watches George move with rapt fascination, eyes tracking him like he’s never seen anything more beautiful in his life. Because he hasn’t.

“Isn’t that why you picked me tonight, my Lord?” Lee asks with bright, amused eyes, leaning into the game. It’s fun to play pretend, and he feels like his indulging some part of him that’s been neglected since his youth, even in this very adult circumstance. “My duty is to please you and I take it very seriously.”

He spreads his legs shamelessly wide, digging his heels into the bed as he rolls his body from shoulders to hips, slow and enticing, flushed with need. “Please put your fingers back, sir. I promise you won’t regret choosing me.”

[gallowseyes]

"I'm sure I won't," says George, completely seriously, as he rubs slick fingers down the cleft of Lee's arse, pressing two back into him, rubbing his thumb against the stretch of skin behind Lee's balls. He fucks him for a moment or two before he adds the third. Lee's cock is so hard it's leaking, painting the flat of his belly with slick streaks.

"You'll be a good little slut for me. A perfect whore."

[atehimrightup]

George is so good at this, every little bit of it, and Lee lets out a ragged moan as George starts to finger him again. Already his cock is aching, but Lee assumes it will be a good long while before he gets to come, so he tries not to focus on it. Instead he tries to let the pleasure diffuse outward, spreading through him until he swears he can feel it in his fingertips.

“Your perfect little slut,” Lee agrees in an almost dreamy tone, abs clenching under his skin as his hips jerk. “Yours to use however you please. Yours to keep.”

[gallowseyes]

"Maybe I will keep you," says George, lining up his little finger, drizzling more lube before he starts to work it back into Lee's arse. "Buy your clothes, and your jewels. Take you with me when I am not at court, so that I can have you suck my cock on the road."

[atehimrightup]

“Please, please,” Lee pants out, clutching hard at the headboard. He’s not even sure what he’s pleading for, if it’s more of his fingers or more of the fantasy George is crafting. Both, most likely.

“I don’t need jewels. I just need you,” he says, staring up at George’s face as he breathes hard. “Take me with you wherever you go and I’ll do whatever you want, my Lord. I’ll suck your cock under every table you sit at.”

[gallowseyes]

"And in every carriage I ride in," says George, playing the part, even though he'd always preferred being in the saddle, where he could. "But you'll have to look the part, of you're to be my creature." His four fingers are buried in Lee's arse now and he gives him time to adjust. "Silk and jewels to match those eyes but, underneath, my whore."

[atehimrightup]

My creature, George says, and for some reason it knocks the air clear of out Lee’s lungs. It’s so hot that it makes him feel dizzy, back arching as George’s fingers sink into him so deeply, stretching him so wide.

He’s always felt like a creature. A beast. A gremlin. It’s always felt like some dark, insidious thing. But to be George’s creature? Well, that sounds beautiful.

His muscles strain as he pulls at the headboard, groaning at the fullness of those four fingers and knowing that there’s more to come.

“I’ll be your creature,” Lee pants out, babbling almost mindlessly. “Dress me up like a doll. Fuck me however you’d like. And I’ll protect you. I’d kill for you. I’ll stick by your side like a loyal dog.”

They’re still in the game, but Lee isn’t so sure he’s too far from reality.

[gallowseyes]

George has to concentrate, not to be utterly distracted by the picture that Lee is, splayed and squirming, desperate, his hole stretched around George's fingers. The babble that slips out of him. It's like nothing Lee has ever experienced. He turns his hand, rubbing his thumb against Lee's skin.

"I'll click my fingers and you'll get on your knees," he murmurs, stroking his free hand against the back of Lee's thigh.

[atehimrightup]

“Yes. Yes,” he groans out, shivering when he feels George’s thumb start to prod at his hole, already stretched so wide. “Because you are my king. And I am your country.”

It’s all nonsense, what he’s saying. But that’s part of why he likes it. Here in this bed, in this moment, the real world doesn’t matter. Nothing matters except their little world they’ve created, a safe place just for them. Nothing can hurt them there, not fate or time or circumstance. It’s perfect, and Lee wants to live in it for just a little while.

“I’m yours to rule over.” Lee meets George’s eyes and grits his teeth, pushing back against George’s hand and spreading his legs even wider. “Yours to take claim of. So please, my Lord. Claim me.”

[gallowseyes]

It is, perhaps, one of the single sexiest things that anyone has ever said for him. He stares at Lee for a long moment and then he twists his wrist, starting to ease his thumb in alongside his other fingers.

"That's it," he says, free hand squeezing the back of Lee's thigh. "You're doing so well for me."

[atehimrightup]

The pressure is intense and Lee whimpers at the burning stretch, back arching as he forces himself to take a breath. It hurts, but not badly enough for him to want it to stop.

“Oh, fuck.” He heaves a breath and pulls at the headboard hard enough that it creaks a little, eyes widening at what is definitely a brand new sensation. But George says he’s doing well and Lee makes himself take another breath, tilting his chin so he can watch George’s face with big, wet eyes.

[gallowseyes]

Game forgotten, George focuses, shifting so that he can curl his fingers around Lee's cock, stroking slowly as he eases his thumb into him. He turns his head and presses a kiss to Lee's thigh as he shifts and then Lee's body is tight around his wrist.

"Fuck me," murmurs George. "You're a marvel."

[atehimrightup]

The stimulation to his cock makes Lee mewl, back arching as he lifts his head to watch as best he can. He blinks and tears spill out of his eyes, clumping his lashes and rolling down his cheeks. It isn’t from pain, but just how overwhelming it feels. It’s almost too much. Almost, but not quite.

And then there’s a final push, a burning ache and impossible stretch, and George’s hand is all the way inside of him. Lee blinks away another set of tears and lets out a broken sob, rocking his hips as he tries to adjust to the sensation.

“I’m so fucking full,” he gets out, chest heaving as he takes another shuddering breath. His arms fall away from the headboard so he can grab the sheets instead, twisting them in his fist as he blinks dazedly up at the ceiling, cheeks wet as he tries to compose himself. But it’s no use. “Oh my god.”

[gallowseyes]

He almost stops when he realises that Lee is crying, but then Lee's talking, moving, rocking his hips, and George doesn't want it to end. Lee looks so fucking beautiful, so desperate and so undone. George has never seen anything like it.

"You're so good," he murmurs, pressing kisses against Lee's skin, still stroking his cock. "Look at you. I want you to come like this, alright? I want to feel it when you come like this. Can you do that for me?"

[atehimrightup]

Lee whimpers at the request, unable to imagine feeling any stronger sensation than what he’s feeling now, but he nods. The game is far from his mind, as out of it as he is, and he reaches down to squeeze George’s wrist as he jerks him off, needing to touch some part of him because he feels too far away.

He sniffles and blinks away another set of tears, looking down to see George’s face. He’s staring at Lee like he’s in awe, like he’s never seen anything better in his life. He’s watching Lee like he’s never going to let him go and it’s that, more than the blunt pressure that feels like it’s everywhere inside him or the hand around his cock, that finally triggers it.

He comes with a primal yell that feels like it’s being ripped out of him, feeling the first stripe hit the underside of his chin before the rest splatters his chest and belly. His whole body goes tense and he groans, twisting to the side to shove his face into the pillow as his hips jerk through it. There’s pressure on his prostate the whole time and Lee sobs, gasping for air as his body finally starts to unclench.

Blood rushes between his ears like static, vision swimming, and he clutches at George’s wrist so hard that it’s sure to leave a bruise as he sucks in deep lungfuls of air.