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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 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."

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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.

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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?"

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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.”

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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.

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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.”

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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."

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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.”

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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."

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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.”

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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."

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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.”

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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."

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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.”

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gallowseyes

George laughs at that, rolling his eyes fondly at Lee's ridiculousness. He does shift, slightly, so that he can press a kiss to Lee's fingertips.

"I'm sure that could be arranged," he says.

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atehimrightup

God, he loves making George laugh. Loves making him moan, loves making him get that starry look in his eyes. He loves getting any reaction out of George at all.

"I believe in you," Lee teases warmly, sliding his hand to the side of George's neck to bring him in for another kiss. This one one goes on and on, tongues slick and wet in each other's mouths. Eventually Lee's body calms a little, no longer so shivery and oversensitive, so he rolls onto his back and drags George on top of him, legs falling open to make room for him as he groans into George's mouth.

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gallowseyes

The noise that George makes is closer to a whimper than anything else. His cock is so hard and Lee is warm and solid underneath him and he can't help but imagine how easy it would be to slip into Lee, to fuck him like this. He rolls his hips, kissing Lee harder and hungrier.

"Can I?" he asks.

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atehimrightup

George makes this beautiful noise and asks for him so hopefully, and Lee feels like he might shake apart, like his heart is too big for his chest.

“Yes. Just go slow, please,” Lee asks softly, shifting his hips underneath George to tilt them up at a better angle, hooking one hand around the back of his neck. “I feel sensitive.”

In more ways than one.

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gallowseyes

"You did ask me to be nice."

Reaching between them, George finds his cock so hard and slick that he doesn't even need to reach for the lube. He just swipes his thumb across the head, spreading what he finds there down his length as he shifts to position himself against Lee's hole. It's the easiest thing in the world to slide in, but he forces himself to go slow, inch after aching inch.

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atehimrightup

“Yes, please,” Lee breathes out against George’s jaw, wanting so badly for it to be slow and sweet. “Be nice to me.”

George’s cock sinks into him with no resistance at all, big and hard and taking up all the empty space there is, and Lee lets out a broken moan as his back arches, knees lifting as his thighs shake.

“That’s it,” Lee murmurs sweetly, hooking his knees over George’s hips and cupping the side of his face, staring up at him. “Right where you belong.”

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gallowseyes

"Nowhere I'd rather be," says George and means it utterly. Lee hooks his legs around him, pulling him closer, and George is still for a moment, letting him adjust. He bends his head, taking a sweet kiss, smudging them down Lee's jaw.