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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]

“My eighth grade education says otherwise,” he replies with an amused huff, but it warms him that George thinks so highly of him. Lee just assumed he wouldn’t be any good at it and dismissed the idea. It never even really occurred to him to try.

“Do you actually like it?” He shivers at the sharp pressure over his nipple, shifting one arm back behind George’s neck to better stretch himself out along George’s body, muscles shifting under his skin. “Or are you just saying that to make me happy?”

[gallowseyes]

He likes the way Lee responds to that, and he does it again, scraping his nail against sensitive skin.

"I did. Like it," he says. "I like anything that makes you blush and squirm like that. I liked having you at my mercy." He presses a kiss to Lee's damp skin. "I didn't hate how it sounded when you called me "my Lord"."

[atehimrightup]

The touch makes him hum softly, turning his head until he can nuzzle up under George’s ja, teeth pressing into his skin without applying any real pressure. He chuckles at George’s reply, satisfied with the answer.

“I noticed, my Lord,” he says with a grin, sinking his wet fingers into George’s hair and scratching at his scalp like one might scratch a puppy behind the ear. “I’m sure that I was blushing every time I said it.”

[gallowseyes]

"You did," says George and, this time, he pinches Lee's nipple, rolling it between his fingers. It's a light touch, teasing himself as much as Lee. "You blushed very prettily." He sighs, letting his head fall back. "It's a different side of you."

[atehimrightup]

He never knew how sensitive his nipples were before George. There’s so much he didn’t know.

His breath catches as George plays with his nipple almost idly. He didn’t come in here with the intention to fuck, but he wouldn’t exactly be surprised if that’s where they end up.

They're both so hungry. That’s one of the things he likes about George.

“One only for you,” Lee breaths out, casual but resolute. “No one else I could trust with it.”

[gallowseyes]

"I'm glad I get to see it," says George, his hand drifting across Lee's chest to give his other nipple the same treatment, first scraping, then pinching. "I like when you take what you want from me, but it's fun to have that chance myself. To take you. Remind you you're mine."

[atehimrightup]

“Jesus.” Lee keeps one hand hooked behind George’s head and puts the other on his knee, feeling his cock start to twitch to life again. Between George’s voice, that voice saying mine, and the attention to his nipples, he stood very little chance.

“I liked it, too,” he says thickly, swallowing hard as he rolls his body slowly, from shoulders to thighs. “I like being yours, baby. It feels so goddamn good.”

[gallowseyes]

He feels the shift in the way Lee is moving, and he can't help but love it. How responsive he is. How needy. He keeps up that teasing touch, his other hand moving to trace his fingers along Lee's jaw.

"Which do you prefer?" he says, curious. "Top or bottom? Taking me or being had?"

[atehimrightup]

It’s insane how quickly George can get him like this, but he’s long since stopped trying to resist it. He’s touch starved and needy and horny all the time, and that’s part of the reason they work so well.

“God, they’re both so good,” he says with a rough chuckle, turning his head so that George’s fingertips slide across his mouth and Lee can press kisses to them, biting playfully at the tip of his middle finger.

“I like switching, but taking you will always be my favorite, I think. Not with the collar on. When it’s just us, and you’re looking me in the eye.” He smiles to himself, flushing a little and curling his hand loosely around George’s wrist, breath catching as George’s hand moves to his other nipple. He seems content to keep playing with them until they’re raw and, well, Lee is content to let him. “What about you?”

[gallowseyes]

"There was a time when I didn't even know men could have sex like that," says George, pinching Lee's nipple a little bit harder, wanting to feel him squirm against him a little. "I like that, too. I've told you how much I like having you bent over and blushing, but I like being on my back with you inside me. Tied wrists is good."

[atehimrightup]

“I knew. But I never really did it until you,” Lee admits, because it’s so intimate. Too intimate to do with a stranger, when you’re only after the relief of release. Lee used to think that was the whole point— getting through it until you come and feel better. He knows better now.

George’s answer warms his heart and Lee smiles, in awe of all the ways they work so well.

The pinch makes his breath catch and he arches up a little, cock twitching under the water. It feels so good and George just keeps on doing it.

“My little freak,” Lee says with amused, aching fondness. “Tied wrists, or me holding them?”

[gallowseyes]

George thinks about that for a moment, his open mouth against Lee's shoulder, fingers still teasing and pinching, his own cock hard and pressed against Lee's back.

"Tied," he says. "You holding them is good, too."

[atehimrightup]

“Ah, you want my hands free to do other things,” Lee teases, chuckling low in his throat when he feels George’s cock hard against his back. He’s tender and a little sore, so he probably shouldn’t get fucked again, but he’s horny enough to be willing to risk it, he thinks. He’s always so horny around George.

Such a mystery as to why, he thinks sarcastically.

George gives his raw nipple a particularly hard pinch and Lee gasps, whimpering softly as it goes straight to his cock. “This is so mean when I can’t even get revenge.”

[gallowseyes]

George has a pretty perfect view down the line of Lee's body to his cock, and he just watches him tremble for a moment, keeping Lee's nipple pinched between two fingers and rubbing the pad of his thumb over it.

"What would you do to get your revenge, then?" he teases.

[atehimrightup]

“As soon as I can, I’m sucking on your nipples until you come,” he declares in a low growl. “I don’t care how long it takes.”

He laughs softly and pulls at George’s hair slowly and firmly, turning his head and tipping it back until he can bite softly at the corner of his jaw, rolling his body in a slow, sensual way because he knows that George is watching.

“I’m gonna hook a chain to them and lead you around that club by it while everyone watches,” he says into George’s ear, figuring it might strike a nerve.

[gallowseyes]

It does, strike a nerve, a shiver going through George's whole body that Lee has to be able to feel. He groans softly at the thought of it.

"Another thing I didn't expect to like so much," he agrees.

[atehimrightup]

George shudders beneath him and Lee grins, curling his tongue around George’s earring and then biting softly at the shell of his ear, licking at the whorls of it.

“Which, the club?” He asks with a laugh, rocking back against George almost mindlessly. “I knew you would.”

[gallowseyes]

"The club...Alex...all of it," he says, moaning softly at the rock of Lee's hips, the friction on his cock, the biting kisses to his ear. Between words, there's no noise in the whole apartment except for the movement of the water and their breathing. "I hadn't even considered such places were possible."

[atehimrightup]

“Really? Because it kind of just sounds like that’s what court was like,” Lee teases, sliding his other hand from George’s knee down the inside of his thigh, nails dragging lightly over his skin.

“I liked it, too,” Lee assures him, humming softly and licking at the soft spot behind George’s ear. “Sometimes it was hard to let everyone look at you like that, but worth it when I got to show them all that you’re mine.”

Lee pauses, swallowing hard before continuing. “I’m very proud that you’re mine.”

And he doesn’t just mean it because of his looks.

[gallowseyes]

"Always yours," says George, without hesitation, meaning it utterly. He sinks into all of the little touches, one of his hands still playing with Lee's nipple, the other pressed flat against his chest. "And Court had it's moments, but I don't think I've ever done anything quite that debauched before."

He knows how much Lee likes firsts.

[atehimrightup]

They used to only say these types of things when the collar was on. It felt safer like that, like he had plausible deniability when it all inevitably falls apart. They were just playing. It was just a game. Right?

But now they shit like this all the time, and they’re utterly sincere about it. There’s no coming back from this, he thinks. He’s in too deep and he’s been irrevocably altered.

“Yours,” Lee agrees, because it goes both ways. Even when George has his collar on. Lee is helplessly his.

“Oh. Well, that does surprise me,” he admits with a chuckle, smiling against George’s jaw. He arches his back and tucks his arm behind himself, curling his fingers around George’s cock. He can’t do much at the odd angle, but it feels good just to touch him. “I’d seen some shit at underground clubs back home, when I drifted through bigger towns. They were all pretty hush hush, though. Most everybody in ‘em weren’t out at all. Just dark rooms full of people with secrets.”

Lee furrows his brow, thinking back on these experiences, and how they always seemed to happen when he was at his lowest. When he was desperate just to feel something else.

“I had never been anywhere like that club,” he continues, shaking away the dark thought as he thumbs at George’s foreskin. “I overheard someone talkin’ about it in a bar once. I had forgotten until after we got the collar, then I looked it up and thought you’d like it.”

[gallowseyes]

"I did like it," says George, his voice slipping a little lower, a little rougher, when Lee handles his cock like that. He swallows at the feeling of Lee's thumb teasing against his foreskin. "I'd go again. I'd let you do anything you wanted to me in a place like that."

[atehimrightup]

“Yeah, I bet you would,” he says with a fond chuckle, biting his lip and thumbing at the head of his cock, rubbing at the slit. “It was fun watching you walk around the room all covered in my come. Everyone wanted you so, so badly. I could smell it.”

He pauses at that, realizing what he’s said only after he’s said it, but it’s something that still makes sense in context. A room full of sweaty people having sex must have a smell to even a regular nose.

“Maybe I’ll just tie you up in a pretty little bow, all open and wet,” Lee muses, smiling to himself as he squeezes George’s cock. “Let everyone look at you and fight anyone who tried to touch you.”

[gallowseyes]

George groans at that -- the thought, the sensation all of it. It's a lot to take in.

"You wouldn't," he says, but he isn't at all sure if that. The angle that Lee had his arm at has to hurt, and George squirms his hips. "Sit on my cock? I don't have to fuck you, but, God, let me be inside you while we're talking like this?"

[atehimrightup]

“You’ve seen that I would,” Lee reminds him. Probably not one of his finer moments, and not even fully about George, but still. He generally doesn’t really hesitate to throw a punch.

George’s question makes him jolt with pleasure, cursing softly under his breath just at the suggestion. He’s tender, but he wants that very much. Nodding, he presses back against George’s chest and lifting himself up enough to position himself, holding George’s cock as he sinks down onto it with a soft whimper, gripping George’s knees.

“Just be careful,” he murmurs, groaning low in his throat and tipping his head back against George’s shoulder as he settles, breathing out once their bodies are flush. “Now tell me something pretty.”