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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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atehimrightup

Lee isn’t sure how much time passes. He doesn’t really keep track. All he knows is that he feels so perfectly at ease. It feels like he has a purpose. Like he has a place he belongs.

Eventually he finishes a chapter and closes his book, tossing it aside and carding his fingers through George’s hair again, tracing the edge of his collar with his fingertips.

His other hand slides down to take hold of the plug and gently easing it out, setting it aside and replacing it with two fingers. They sink in easily, and Lee pulls lightly at George’s hair.

“I think I would do anything for you,” Lee says with a slight furrow in his brow. He’s never felt anything like this before.

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gallowseyes

George had, it feels like, been almost asleep, utterly content with Lee's hands on him, no noise but soft music and then whispering of turning pages. He stirs when Lee's fingers push into him and he moans, fingers flexing in the small of his back and his hips lifting.

"Same, love," he says, because saying more feels impossible right then. Still, he remembers to correct himself. "Master."

He likes calling Lee that.

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atehimrightup

Lee enjoys that particular pet name so much that he doesn’t even think twice about it, it he can’t help the fond smirk that spreads across his face when George corrects himself.

“I think I can let that one slide,” he says in a soft voice, chuckling low in his throat as he tugs lightly at George’s hair again. His hand drops to slide under George’s neck again, squeezing over the collar as he adds a third finger, pressing them deep into George’s body.

“Your ass is so red,” he murmurs, tightening his grip on George’s throat in a way that’s almost casual, even as it cuts off most of his airflow. “Between that and what I’m gonna do to you, you’re gonna think of me every time you sit down. I like that.”

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gallowseyes

The third finger makes what's pressed inside his arse bigger than the plug and George groans softly at the stretch.

"I'll do whatever you want," he says, because it's true.

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atehimrightup

“I know you will,” Lee says easily, squeezing George’s throat hard enough to cut off his air entirely while shoving his fingers in hard against his prostate. “You don’t have a choice.”

That isn’t true and they both know it. There is no universe where Lee would ever make George do anything by force, but he knows that George will like the illusion of it.

“Because I own you,” Lee reminds him, squeezing harder as he pulls his fingers out and slowly presses all four back in, stretching him open wide. “And you’ll take what I give you and you’ll be grateful.”

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gallowseyes

God, he loves it. Lee squeezes his throat, cutting his air off until his head spins, pushing four fingers into him, making him feel degraded and owned and deeply, deeply loved.

"I know," he says.

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atehimrightup

“Good,” Lee says firmly, letting go of George’s throat and reaching toward the side table where the duffel is. He pulls out the almost obscenely large pink dildo, the one that had been such a failure last time, and decides to try again. He thinks George will be better behaved this go around.

“I’m going to put this inside you,” Lee says calmly, holding it by the base on the cushion next to George’s head, working his fingers in and out of him all the while. “But first I want to watch you suck on it.”

He lightly smacks George’s jaw a few times with the end of the toy and then holds it upright, hand at the base. “Do it, George. Show me how much of a slut you are for a big cock.”

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gallowseyes

In the position that he's in, it's a bit of an undignified struggle to actually get his mouth on it. He doesn't hesitate, though. He's not sure he's ever sucked a cock this big, and he immediately feels the ache in his jaw. It's perfect. His cheeks hollow as he starts to suck.

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atehimrightup

Lee smiles to himself as George tries to get his mouth on the toy like a kitten struggling to find a teat. It’s strange that he can find the moment so endearing and so vulgar at the same time, but that’s part of why they work so well.

“Good boy,” Lee murmurs approvingly, letting George get a feel for it before he starts to fuck his mouth with the toy, slow and steady for a while before he pushes it in deeper, forcing George to gag and choke around the end. The sound goes straight to Lee’s cock and it twitches against George’s belly as Lee groans, shoving the toy forward just to hear that sound again.

“A little too big, huh?” Lee murmurs, pulling the toy free and setting it in the center of George’s back for now, between his bound arms. He replaces the toy with his fingers, sliding them to the back of George’s tongue, fingering him from both ends. “Such a pretty cock sucking mouth you have, pet. Fuck, you were made for me, weren’t you? My very own plaything.”

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gallowseyes

Lee triggers his gag reflex and George's eyes water, his mouth suddenly full of spit. The realisation that Lee has rested the toy on his back is humiliating, but it's perfect because of that. He nods.

"I was. Made for you."

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atehimrightup

Lee shivers and pulls both of his hands free, sliding one over George’s cheek and into his hair, and the other down his thigh. He reaches for the lube and squirts some directly into the toy, letting it drip onto George’s back before he picks it up and spreads it along the silicone.

He squeezes more cool lube directly onto George’s already slick, open hole and the nudges the head of the toy against it, rubbing it there teasingly.

“Last time we tried to play with this, you weren’t so good for me,” Lee reminds him, almost breathless as he watches George’s body stretch the accommodate the flared head of the toy. “Are you going to be better this time around? Gonna make me proud?”

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gallowseyes

George feels his breath catch as Lee starts to work the toy into him, as his arse stretches the accommodate it. He'd remembered how big it is, but that's a different thing entirely to actually feeling -- huge and slick and sliding into him.

"Yes," he says. "I'll be good."

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atehimrightup

“I know you will,” Lee assures him, hand ruffling fondly through his hair before it returns to his ass, pulling his cheeks open wider as he works the toy into him at a slow pace, adding more lube as he goes. It sinks into his body and Lee is enthralled, breath coming a little heavier as he watches. His own cock is aching, but it’s easy to ignore. This is far more important.

Once he gets half the toy in, he starts to slowly fuck George with it, pulling it almost all the way out and pushing it back in the tiniest bit deeper each time.

“When that other person put their fist inside you,” Lee muses, head tilted curiously. “Did it make you come?”

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gallowseyes

He's so distracted by the movement of the toy inside him, the way Lee's fucking him with it, that it takes him a moment to even formulate an answer.

"I made myself come," he says, voice quiet, a little breathless. "He had me stroke my cock while he did it."

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atehimrightup

“Hm. That’s not very nice,” Lee replies, feeling vague irritation at this other man, but it’s not quite jealousy. Not like before. George is his, and he knows that, but it doesn’t stop him from wanting to overwrite his memories with something better.

“I’d make you come,” he says casually, as if he were talking about picking up a lunch tab. “I’d always take care of you.”

Lee looks at his own hand where it’s wrapped around the toy. He has long, delicate fingers and a more slender wrist than George. With the size of the toy that hand is currently fucking George with, it doesn’t seem like it would be much of a stretch. So to speak.

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gallowseyes

"I know you would," says George, squirming his hips as much as he can in the position that he's in, with his hands still tied behind his back and his cheek pressed against the couch. He has done memories of Jean, but he's morning compared to Lee. "You do."

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atehimrightup

“Good.” He wonders if he should clear the thought from his mind. He could ask, and he’s sure that George would say yes. And that’s part of the problem. He doesn’t think George would say no to anything right now, because he’s not exactly in his right mind.

Instead Lee refocuses his efforts on fucking him with the toy, changing the angle a bit so that each thrust puts firm pressure against his prostate.

“It’s all I ever wanna do,” he admits in a low drawl, sliding his free hand across George’s broad shoulders, reverent and slow. “I want to make you happy.”

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gallowseyes

Pleasure throbs through him with every thrust of the toy inside him, with every brush of Lee's hand against his skin.

"You do," he says, so deep now that it comes out as a mumble. "Always."

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atehimrightup

That won’t always be the case, he’s sure. But he’ll take it for now.

Lee swallows hard and presses the toy in deep, leaving it there as he unwinds the chain from around George’s wrists. They’ve been bound for a long time, and Lee doesn’t want them to get sore. He rubs at each one with his thumbs, then slowly pulls the toy all of the way out, making a soothing noise as he does.

“Turn over, baby,” Lee tells him, setting the toy down to help George roll over on his lap, knowing how out of it he is. Eventually they get George on his back, splayed across Lee’s thighs. “Shake your arms out a little and put them up over your head.”

He smiles helplessly as he looks down at George’s face. He looks stoned, eyelids heavy and cheeks flushed, and he’s so beautiful that Lee feels like he could die. “I want to look at your face.”

They’re still staring at each other when Lee picks the toy back up and slides it slowly back into George’s body, his other hand cradled under George’s head. “So fucking beautiful.”

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gallowseyes

When Lee pulls the toy out of him, George whimpers because he feels so empty. He moves as directed, shifting onto his beck, still splayed across Lee's lap, the jut of his flushed cock obscene. He shakes out his hands, feeling blood returning and then he drapes his arms over his head against the couch cushion.

This time, when Lee pushes the toy back into him, his hips squirm as his body accommodates it, cock bobbing.

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atehimrightup

Lee smiles and squeezes the back of George’s neck before putting a pillow under his head, hand drifting down the side of his face and over his neck, down the center of his chest.

“How do you feel?” He asks in a calm voice, circling one of George’s nipples with his fingertip, smiling fondly. “You seem to be enjoying yourself more this time. Not one bratty thing to say.”

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gallowseyes

"Mmmm." Being a brat is the last thing on George's mind when he's sunk this deep. He's just something Lee can use. He desperately wants to be good. "I feel good. Full. It's like floating when it's like this."

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atehimrightup

“That’s good.” Lee pushes the toy in deeper, bracing his elbow against George’s knee so he can fuck him harder, making sure to hit his prostate each time. George’s cock is drooling against his belly, leaving a small pool of slick fluid, and Lee drags his finger through it.

This goes on for some time, until George’s chest is heaving, and Lee doesn’t touch his cock at all. He pulls the toy out and replaces it with four pointed fingers, pressing in deep and massaging his prostate.

“You’re gonna come without me touching your cock,” Lee says calmly, despite his fingers moving a little harder, a little faster, striking the right spot each time. “It’s so hot when you come like that. You get all teary-eyed.”

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gallowseyes

It's not going to take much -- he can already feel it by the time Lee pulls the toy out of him and pushes his fingers into him instead. George whimpers, his hips rocking rhythmically, fucking himself. His back pushes into a tight arch, Lee's name slipping out of him as a loan as he comes, shooting across his stomach and his chest, hitting underneath his jaw.

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atehimrightup

It’s one of the most beautiful things he’s ever seen, George arching up and crying out his name, cock quivering and jolting as he empties all over his belly. It makes Lee feel immense, bone-deep satisfaction even though his cock is still rock hard against George’s back.

“I knew that wouldn’t be a difficult request for a whore like you,” Lee says, sounding fond. He keeps his fingers pressed in deep, milking every last drop out of him until he’s whimpering and twitching in Lee’s lap.

It’s only then that he pulls his fingers free and uses that same hand to sweep his index finger under George’s chin, gathering the come there and then feeding it to George, rubbing it into his tongue. “Mm, you’re gonna eat every drop that comes out of us today.”