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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]

Lee watches him shuffle forward and looks down at him with a hard gaze, as if he’s considering his request, when all he really wants is for George to suck him. Still, he can’t make it that easy.

“You were made for me to use,” Lee tells him, reaching out to curl his hand under George’s chin, thumbing roughly at his bottom lip while tugging his mouth open. “With a pretty hole at each end.”

He spreads his legs a little wider and lightly slaps George’s cheek before pulling his hand away and holding his cock at the base.

“Put your hands behind your back. You haven’t earned getting to touch me yet,” Lee tells him in that low, honey smooth voice that seems to come to him so easily when they’re doing this, and angles his cock out toward George. “Go ahead, slut. Make it nice and messy for me.”

[gallowseyes]

His mouth open, he laces his fingers behind his back and leans forward, sliding his mouth down over Lee's cock without hesitation. Lee had told him to make him it messy, so he makes no effort to stop himself from drooling as he starts to suck on earnest.

[atehimrightup]

“That’s my good boy,” Lee groans out with a sigh, tipping his head back as George blows him. For a few minutes he keeps his eyes closed, head resting against the back of the sofa while keeping one hand in George’s hair.

He’s so fucking good at this always, but especially with the collar on. He’s so eager to please, and Lee is still grappling with the fact that while George could have anyone in this city he wanted, it’s Lee that he’s on his knees in front of. It’s Lee that he’s trying to hard to please. It’s surreal.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, finally dragging his head up to watch as George’s mouth bobs up and down, red lips swollen where they’re wrapped obscenely around his cock. “Now swallow it, you little whore. All the way down.”

[gallowseyes]

George doesn't need any encouragement to do that either, honestly. It'd be easier — more graceful — if Lee would let him use his hand to steady the cock in his mouth, but it isn't allowed so he doesn't ask. Instead, he just works his mouth down steadily, inch by inch, until his nose presses into soft hair and he can swallow around the head of Lee's cock.

He stays there as long as he can before his head starts to spin and he has to pull back for air.

[atehimrightup]

Lee lets out a sound like a growl as George swallows him down, pulling on the back of his head and grinding up sharing his mouth, grunting as he’s held in the impossibly tight clutch of George’s throat.

He stays like that for a long time, so long that Lee feels a burst of pride, and he holds George steady by the neck when he pulls up so that he doesn’t topple over without the use of his hands.

“You’re doing such a good job, George,” Lee says in a calm voice, wiping spit from his chin with the pad of his thumb. His mouth is wet and swollen, eyes dark and damp and trained on Lee’s face, and he feels like the luckiest person in the entire world. “You’re behaving for me so far, hm?”

He grins and scratches his fingers under George’s chin as if he were a beloved pet, knowing it may make him squirm with embarrassment. “Who’s a good boy?”

[gallowseyes]

Lee treats him like an animal, like a dog and, even though he's just come, even though his face is burning, George feels his cock twitch. It's all part of the same game, he knows, and he submits to it, unable to deny how it makes him feel.

"M'trying to be good," he says, nodding. "Master."

[atehimrightup]

George’s face goes beet red and Lee’s eyes light up a little, amused by his reaction. Like he hates it and loves it at the same time. That’s the sweet spot, he’s finding out.

“You’re well on your way,” Lee assures him, grabbing him by the chin and giving it a shake before he leans back against the cushions again, nodding down at his aching cock.

“Make me come,” Lee commands, dragging George in by the hair. “You can use one hand.”

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He doesn't say anything, just bends over Lee's lap again, one hand curling around his cock to stroke as he licks and sucks at the slick head. He makes a show of it, sloppy and wet and then he moves his hands, cupping Lee's balls and squeezing as he starts to bob his head, cheeks hollowing as he sucks.

[atehimrightup]

“Good boy,” he says again, groaning as George sucks him so eagerly. It won’t take long, and Lee doesn’t intend to draw it out. This is truly just to take the edge off. “Fuck, baby.”

He drags his fingers through George’s dark hair, pulling on it as he watches, and it’s only a few minutes before he holds the back of George’s head firmly, arching up and coming in his mouth, head tossed back with a groan.

“Swallow it all,” he pants out. “Every drop.”

[gallowseyes]

Lee comes in his mouth, a hot rush across his tongue and George swallows as smoothly as he can. He keeps sucking until he's sure that Lee is spent and then he lifts his head, letting him slip free from his mouth. After a moment, he opens his mouth, sticking out his tongue to show that he's swallowed everything down.

[atehimrightup]

George sticks his tongue out and Lee shivers, nodding as he takes a deep breath to steady himself. He’s come so many times in the past twenty-four hours that it’s a little absurd. His whole life is absurd. He’s never loved being alive like he does now.

“Good boy,” he says again, catching George’s face in his hands and dragging his tongue over George’s swollen lips before giving him a hard kiss.

He sits back and laughs when he remembers his coffee, reaching for it and taking a sip. With his other hand, he pulls the small duffel bag closer to him and unzips it, rifling through it casually while drinking from his mug, feeling George’s eyes on him all the while.

His fingers close around the coiled up leash and he pulls it out, dropping it on the couch as he reaches for the lube, tossing it to George.

“Open yourself up for me. Two fingers only,” Lee tells him, pulling out the plug and the remote and setting the bag aside. “You’ve earned a treat.”

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Speaking doesn't really feel necessary right then, so George just nods. He takes the lube and slicks his fingers, reaching back behind him to rub them over his hole before he starts to press one inside. His eyelashes flutter and he shifts his hips, his mouth falling open in a low moan that he doesn't try to stifle.

[atehimrightup]

“That’s right,” Lee murmurs encouragingly, because he loves it so much when George moans. Helpless whimpers are his favorite, but moans are nearly just as good.

He lubes up the plug while watching George work himself open, waiting for him to able to easily fuck himself with two fingers.

“That’s enough,” he says sternly, sitting up and holding the plug in his hand. “Turn around and show me your wet little hole. Spread yourself open and let me see.”

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George doesn't argue or hesitate. He shuffles in a circle on his knees and then bends forward to press his cheek to the floor. He reaches back with both hands and pulls his cheeks apart, fully exposing himself.

[atehimrightup]

George obeys so eagerly and once again Lee feels a little dizzy from the rush it gives him. He’s so used to no one listening to him, or paying him any real mind. And now, at least when the collar is on, he’s the center of George’s universe.

“Such a fucking slut,” he says as he reaches out to land a light slap on his ass, sounding fond. He rubs at his hole for a while, dipping in one finger and then two, teasing him. And then he spits onto George’s hole, wet and obscene, before slowly sliding the plug into his body, pressing in on the base with his thumb.

George already seems quiet and spacey, so Lee amends his plans a bit. His ass looks too good to ignore, all pale and unmarred, and Lee aims to change that. First, he takes the leash and leans over George to turn his collar around, hooking the lead to it and sitting back down on the sofa. Holding the chain in his hand, he brings the leather strap down across George’s hole in a light snap.

“Put your hands flat on the floor,” Lee commands as he turns the plug onto the lowest setting, smirking as George’s hips jerk. “And keep your ass up for me, pet. This is gonna sting.”

[gallowseyes]

George's face burns at the way Lee touches him, the way he plays with him, all the while holding his arse spread wide. He grunts when the plug pushes into him. Sex has always been a form of domination for George, a way I'd gaining and holding on to power. There's an immaculate sort of freedom in submitting so completely to Lee. He's never felt so safe

He whimpers when Lee slaps the leather of the leash across the pase of the plug pushes inside him and, when he's told to move, he moves, pressing both hands to the floor.

"Like this, Master?" he asks.

[atehimrightup]

“Like that,” Lee confirms as he wraps the leash around his left fist, holding the chain just taut enough for George to feel the pressure of it against his neck without it cutting in. With his right hand, he takes the tailed whip out of the bag. He knows how much George likes this one.

He didn’t intend to do this so early. Really, he thought they’d have a mostly quiet morning, but George is taking to it so well. Lee wants to see him get to that dreamy, floaty place he goes. Subspace, he’s learned. Since everything has to have a name.

Lee sits up a little straighter and drags the leather tails lightly down George’s spine, then swishes it back and forth to slap lightly at his ass, just to let him know what’s coming. He tugs harder on the leash and then brings the whip down in a sharp crack across his left ass cheek, breathing in sharply at the sound of it.

[gallowseyes]

He'd known what was coming and the snap of the leather across his skin still takes him by surprise, the heat of it and the way the pain diffuses across his skin. He yelps, his hips jerking, before he settles again. He shifts his hips slightly.

"Thank you."

[atehimrightup]

Lee looks up at that, pausing for a moment because he’s not sure why he’s being thanked just then. For all of it, maybe. George needs this, and Lee can give it to him. He’s happy to be that person. He’s honored to be that person.

“You’re welcome,” Lee replies sincerely, voice low. “Just breathe and let yourself feel it. I’m right here.”

He brushes the leather across George’s other cheek and brings it down with another loud snap, all the tails popping one after another like a crackling firework. Another at the small of his back, and then another on the backs of his thighs.

“How do you feel?” He asks after, letting the leash go a little slack and giving George a moment to catch his breath.

[gallowseyes]

George breathes through it, each slap of the leather tails against his skin. It feels like Lee has loosened the leash both literally and metaphorically for a moment and George appreciates it. The pain is new to him -- nobody had ever treated him like this before -- but it's something that he's found that he craves.

"I wonder what it would feel like on my cock," he says, almost dreamily. "Or my chest. Across my nipples."

[atehimrightup]

The answer surprises him a little, though he isn’t sure why. It makes him laugh, low and fond, and he rolls his eyes. What a magnificent little creature he’s found.

“I am not whipping your cock today,” he says in a warm voice, though he does nudge at George’s hip with the handle of the whip, loosening the leash enough for George to move. “Turn over. Bend your knees and put your heels up on the cushions on either side of me and put your arms up over your head. Let me see you.”

[gallowseyes]

Dreamy and drifting as he is, it takes George a moment to figure out exactly what Lee wants him to do. Once he has, he arranges himself, feet up on the sofa and arms draped over his head. He winces, slightly, when spanked skin presses against the rug.

[atehimrightup]

Lee waits patiently as George readjusts himself, reaching down to curl one hand around George’s ankle, pulling his legs open a bit wider. He swishes the whip lightly across his inner thighs, then leans forward to do the same to his chest and stomach.

It’s not hard enough to hurt, more of a tease of sensation than anything else. He sits up and drags the tails over George’s hard cock, and then his balls, while turning up the intensity on the plug at the same time.

He stares at George, studying his face, and then brings the whip down harder against his chest. Not quite as hard as his ass, but enough for him to feel it.

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His eyes dark, fixed on Lee's face, George whimpers when the leather snaps across his chest, a few tails just clipping his nipple. His hips twist against the floor but he mostly manages to stay still. He gives Lee the smallest nod because, collar or not, he knows that it's his consent that drives this.

[atehimrightup]

Lee looks up at George’s face and can’t help the relieved smile he gives at the nod, glad that George is checking in with him. It settles him and he nods back, pursing his lips in a quick air kiss.

This time, he brings the whip down against the inside of his thigh hard enough to hear the crack of it. This whip doesn’t leave lasting marks like the handle of the leash, or the flat of Lee’s hand. He likes it for that reason. He can do more without worrying so much about George being in pain later.

Even so, there are pink dots dappled across pale skin and it makes his cock twitch. He flicks the whip over George’s cock again, teasing him with it, and then brings it down harder on his chest, right over one of his nipples.

“How do you feel, George?” He asks again, pulling the leash taut as he cracks the whip against his hip, with one or two of the tails catching the obscene jut of his cock. “You’re being very good.”