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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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[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.”

[gallowseyes]

George's eyelashes flutter as Lee slides down onto his cock. The friction is delicious. He gives Lee a moment to settle, his arm slipping around his waist. His breath shivers at the effort of keeping his hips still.

"I didn't mean the punches," he says. "I meant displaying me like that. Though I'm not at all confident on that." He presses kisses to Lee's damp skin. "Something pretty? I have never been as content in my life as when I'm on my knees for you."

[atehimrightup]

“Oh. Well that I would definitely do,” Lee teases in a low rumble, though it’s even less likely than the punching. It was hard to see George so vulnerable in front of strangers, even though he’s aware that’s sort of the point on George’s end of it. He can’t really imagine displaying George like that, but it’s fun to talk about.

It feels to good just sit here like this, with warm water lapping at their ribs, cradled in George’s lap and full of his cock. Lee feels so relaxed, and he grins lazily at George’s admission.

“I’m so glad for that, baby,” Lee drawls out, moving one arm rest on top of George’s around his waist. He knew George got off on it, obviously, but to be content is something else. It means that he feels safe with Lee. “That means more to me than you know.”

[gallowseyes]

"Doesn't matter why I'm they, honestly," says George, his voice almost dreamy as he floats in the sensation. "Sucking your cock, getting fucked, serving with my coat on. All of it is perfect." He kisses Lee's shoulder. "I like being a thing for you. Being used by you."

[atehimrightup]

His arousal is a slow burning thing in his belly, one that gets hotter as George speaks. Lee loves the sound of his voice, especially when it’s pitched low just for him and saying such filthy things.

“I know you do,” Lee assures him, reaching back to put his hand on the side of George’s head, twisting back to able to kiss his jaw. “I like using you. I can’t explain it, but it gives me something I need, too. It works for both of us.”

He smirks with his eyes closed, rolling his head back against George’s shoulder and tipping it back to offer up his own neck.

“We can do all that tomorrow. You can serve me,” Lee tells him, smiling widening. “Because you’re definitely not fucking me.”

[gallowseyes]

Lee offers his neck and George goes to work, kissing and sucking at damp skin. His free hand skims up to Lee's chest.

"Oh, yes?" he murmurs. "And what will you have me do?"

[atehimrightup]

It’s such a sign of trust, Lee tipping his head back like this, and he hopes that George can feel it even if he can’t explain it. His plush mouth moving along Lee’s neck makes him sigh, and he pets the back of George’s head approvingly.

“Mm, I dunno. There’s services where can hire a topless maid to come over and clean. Maybe something like that,” Lee teases warmly, scrunching his nose. “I’ll watch you clean the apartment naked. Maybe just a frilly little apron.”

[gallowseyes]

George huffs a laugh at that, pausing to suck up a mark on Lee's skin, arms still tight around him. Every shift of Lee's hips makes him a bit breathless, but he's trying not to focus on it.

"I don't know that I'll be effective but, if that's what you want, I'll try," he says. "You could put something in my arse while I work."

[atehimrightup]

Lee’s breath quickens when it becomes obvious that George is leaving a mark on him, muscles tensing at the jolt of arousal he feels. George is so hard inside of him, taking up so much space that Lee feels vaguely lightheaded.

“You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” He snickers and slides his hand along George’s arm where it’s locked around him. “Yes, the plug and remote can come out and play. It’ll amuse me.”

[gallowseyes]

"Or that cock that I hated so much before," says George, his mouth moving against Lee's neck before he scrapes his teeth against Lee's skin. "I'd behave much better those time."

[atehimrightup]

“Fuck, George,” Lee hisses out at that scrape of teeth, only a little embarrassed by how good it feels. His whole body feels a bit like a live wire.

“Oh? I thought you didn’t like it,” he says with a soft laugh. “You complained so much, even though you don’t seem to have a problem with me sitting still on an oversized dick.”

He tenses his ass and shimmies his hips a little to make his point, and because he can be a brat, too.

[gallowseyes]

George's breath shivers out of him when Lee squirms his hips like that, his arms tightening around him.

"You told me I wasn't allowed to fuck you, you gremlin, so stop making it so difficult." He huffs out a laugh. "I was just feeling hard done to that particular night. You could do it to me again."

[atehimrightup]

“I said you weren’t allowed to fuck me tomorrow,” Lee reminds him with a laugh that only gets a little deeper at George’s explanation.

“Aww, I’m so cruel to you. Poor baby,” he teases, turning his head to blow a raspberry against George’s wet neck. Once he’s done, he pulls back enough to press a kiss to George’s cheek, nuzzling at his jaw.

“Thanks for telling me. I thought it was a failed idea.” He smiles brightly and kisses his cheek again. “But now I know better. Maybe tomorrow I’ll have you sit on it,” he murmurs in a low voice, breath hot against George’s ear. “And if you’re very good, I might let you fuck yourself on it while I watch.”

[gallowseyes]

"I misunderstood," says George, amused, rolling his hips experimentally to thrust his cock into Lee's arse. "You want to ride me? We've never done that in here."

[atehimrightup]

“What, you really thought I was just gonna sit here?” That might have been Lee’s plan, but he’s not sure he can stand it. He’s so sensitive that it borders on uncomfortable, but he wants to get off like this one more time. And then that’s it.

“Well, we beat my record,” he says as he pulls off of George with a hiss, shifting around in the water to sink down onto his cock again. He yelps softly, hissing and dropping his forehead to George’s shoulder. “I don’t even know what it was, but I’m sure we broke it.”

[gallowseyes]

"I've lost count," admits George, his head falling back with a soft thunk as Lee slides down onto his cock. His arms go around Lee's waist, one hand dipping to fondle his arse.

"Tell me what else you're going to have me do," he says. He still loves to listen to Lee talk dirty.

[atehimrightup]

“Mm, after today?” Lee lifts his head and smiles, reaching up to cup George’s chin, thumbing at his plush lips. “I’m going to put this mouth to work. “You’re going to suck me ‘til your jaw aches, baby.”

He grins and then lets his mouth fall open as he rises up on George’s cock and sinks down slowly, starting up an easy pace. It’s barely enough to slosh any water over the side of the tub. “You’re going to be a good little whore for me.”

Their mouths and noses brush together, sharing air between them. “Maybe I’ll just have you kneel there and keep my cock warm in your mouth while I catch up on my reading.”

[gallowseyes]

George's head falls back as Lee starts to move, the rhythm slow and easy. Both of his hands cup Lee's arse, squeezing gently.

"All I want is to be your whore," he says. "I'll do it, if that's what you want."

[atehimrightup]

“Of course you will,” Lee says fondly, sliding his hands up to cradle George’s jaw as he slowly moves his hips. It’s funny— he’s the one with a cock inside of him, but he’s never felt more in charge. He loves the way things work with them, like they make their own rules.

“You already are my whore,” he assures George in a low, sweet voice, staring into his dark eyes. They’re locked on Lee so intensely that it makes him shiver.

“Alex gave me some other things to try. She’s very informative,” he says with a grin, tracing his fingertips over George’s bottom lip. “Maybe I’ll put a cock ring on you so you don’t come all over yourself again.”

He’s smiling as he says it, because it’s fun to tease George about something that happened one time. That, and it’s sure to embarrass George a little, which Lee knows he likes.

[gallowseyes]

He doesn't know what a cock ring is, but he can imagine, and he feels his face flush at the thought of it. His hands frame Lee's slim waist, and he keeps his hips still, letting Lee entirely dictate the pace.

"I'd hate to make a mess," he says.