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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]

“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.

[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."

[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.

[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?"

[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.”

[gallowseyes]

George rolls his eyes fondly at that, leaning in to brush the tip of his nose against Lee's, his arms still tight around him.

"I hadn't expected you to enjoy taking a role so much," he says.

[atehimrightup]

Lee flushes a little at that, laughing softly and shrugging one shoulder. George brushes their nose together, and Lee swears his heart almost explodes.

“Neither did I,” he admits, leaning in to kiss George again, so pleased to be in his arms. “I’m learning a lot about myself with you.”

[gallowseyes]

"Mmmmm," says George, combing his fingers through Lee's dark curls, brushing them back from his forehead. "That feeling is definitely mutual, love. I hadn't expected to enjoy it so much, either."

[atehimrightup]

Lee smiles at that, glad to know that George is still finding things to discover. The pet name makes him blush and then he laughs a little, wrinkling his nose as he reaches up to grip George’s wrist, pulling his hand out of Lee’s hair so he can press a kiss to the palm of it. He can’t believe all of this was inside of him, like George literally reached into his body. It’s almost mind-bogglingly intimate.

“You must be talking about the role playing,” Lee teases, holding George’s hand in both his own and pressing kisses to his fingertips. “‘Cause you knew you were gonna love puttin’ your fist inside me. I know that much.”

[gallowseyes]

"I did know that," concedes George, smiling as Lee kisses his hand, shifting his leg so that he can tangle their feet together. "I'd thought about it a lot. I wasn't sure that you'd like it so much."

[atehimrightup]

“Mm, it was intense,” Lee murmurs, rather unnecessarily. He huffs out an amused breath and shifts his hips in an exploratory sort of way. He’s shivery and tender and he still feels woefully empty, but he’s not in any pain.

“Not something I’m gonna do all the time, but I liked it,” he assures. It’s a little too intense to do very often, he thinks, but he very much did enjoy himself. He leans in to press a soft kiss to George’s mouth, grinning against his lips. “I like that you liked it. Now I know what to use as a special treat. Or for bribery.”

[gallowseyes]

"I wouldn't ask for it all the time," says George, smoothing his hand along Lee's flank and feeling the way he's still trembling. "And if I want to bribe you? Should I put on the clothes I have from home and treat you like the stable boy?"

George has never in his life fucked a stable boy and, when he'd thought that he was in love with Jenny, he'd never thought of her than lower than him, had he? Because his mother had been right -- he hasn't known, then, how a single fucking thing worked.

Still, he can't say that the idea lacks appeal.

[atehimrightup]

“Oh shit, I forgot about that,” Lee says with a laugh, tucking his arm between them to put his hand on George’s chest, wrapping the other one around George’s waist. They’re pressed so close together and Lee feels like it’s not close enough.

“I’m not sure how to answer that, because I feel like you weren’t in the habit of fucking stable boys,” he says with a knowing smirk. George didn’t fuck men until he was sent off to France, as Lee understands it. And from there, it was mostly men who could do something for him, in some way. Lee doesn’t judge him for that.

“And I definitely want you to fuck me in those fancy clothes.” He kisses George again, humming and stretching out a little, nuzzling his way closer and tucking his face in against George’s neck. He’s still hard between their bellies and Lee rolls his hips a little, scraping his bottom teeth gently across George’s skin.

“But what would I wear?” He asks when he pulls his head back a little, sounding playfully coy.

[gallowseyes]

The friction when Lee rolls his hips takes George's breath for a moment, makes him breathless. His arm tightens around Lee's waist, holding him close, keeping his cock pressed against warm, soft skin.

"Not a stitch," he says, smirking. "Obviously."

[atehimrightup]

“Sounds pretty unsafe for a stable boy,” he says as he presses kisses along George’s neck, sucking a lazy mark into his skin just because he can. “Or is that why I’m being punished? Because I didn’t follow the dress code?”

Lee rolls his hips languidly, humming in approval as George’s arm tightens around him. It feels so good to be held so tightly by someone so wonderful. He’ll never get used it.

[gallowseyes]

George huffs a laugh at that, his hips rocking more rhythmically now, his cock sliding against Lee's sweaty skin.

"I think I'm just further ahead in the fantasy than you. Already stripped you of your dignity."

[atehimrightup]

“Ah, I see.” He lets out another soft huff of laughter and then hums in approval as George starts to rock against him. His own cock is half-hard again, or half-hard still. He isn’t sure. But there’s no rush in any of this. It feels like they have all the time in the world to just enjoy each other.

“I think I want to be a very innocent stable boy,” Lee says decisively, kissing up to George’s ear and mouthing at his earring. “You’re going to have to corrupt me.”

[gallowseyes]

"Oh, is that right?" The movement of his hips is lazy -- he's come once, and he can wait to come again. He can sink into this and enjoy it, the way they move together. "The thought of a man fucking you might never even have occured to you."

[atehimrightup]

“Mm, definitely not,” Lee replies, feeling a shiver at the thought of it. “I’m sure I’ve felt funny in my tummy looking at you, though.”

He grins and lifts his hand to touch his fingertips to George’s mouth, tracing the obscene curve of his bottom lip. “I won’t know what I want. You’ll have to show me what I need.”