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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

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?"

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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.”

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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."

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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.”

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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.

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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.”

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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."

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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.”

From:

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."

From:

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.”

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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."

From:

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.

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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.

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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.”

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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."

From:

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.

From:

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."

From:

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.”

From:

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?"

From:

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.

Edited Date: 2025-08-06 10:05 pm (UTC)

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gallowseyes

Lee comes and George strokes him through it, murmuring against his skin. Not for the first time, in language that he's sure that Lee can't understand, he confesses. He repeats it, over and over.

When Lee is spent, George is gentle, easing his hand free and leaning to wipe it on the shirt he discarded before he's moving up the bed, pulling Lee close.

"That was incredible," he says, brushing the tears on Lee's face away. "You're incredible."

From:

atehimrightup

George is saying something and for a moment Lee isn’t sure if it’s a different language or if he came so hard that he lost the ability to process words at all. It makes him feel nice, whatever it is.

When he pulls his hand out, gentle as he is, it still hurts. The sudden emptiness makes him ache and he lets out a relieved sob when George gathers him up in his arms, curling one of his own around George’s waist. He’s trembling all over, sweaty and spent with tear tracks on his face, but he can’t help but to lean in and press his mouth to George’s almost desperately, lingering there for a long moment before letting his head drop again.

He’s too out of it to even be embarrassed when George wipes at his tears, instead just staring at him, dazed and happy, heart pounding so hard against his ribs that it’d be a wonder if George couldn’t feel it against his chest.

From:

gallowseyes

He cradles Lee against him, pulled in against his bare chest, dropping kisses against his forehead, into the sweaty curls of his hair. He strokes his hand against Lee's skin, murmuring soft things the way he would go a skittish horse.

"What do you need?" he asks. "Other than this?"

From:

atehimrightup

George is so kind to him, so attentive and gentle, and Lee feels a little as if he’s in a warm bath, drifting underwater. This might be his favorite part.

“I just need you,” Lee says once he finds his voice again, tipping his head back to look at George’s face. “Just this.”

He chuckles breathlessly, eyes bright and amused as he reaches up to touch George’s cheek. “My Lord.”