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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 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."

From:

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.”

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gallowseyes

Dimly, he knows that the finger on his mouth, coated in his own come, was just in his arse. He knows that and it doesn't stop him sucking on it eagerly. He opens his eyes, dark and wet, and nods.

He will. He wants to.

From:

atehimrightup

Lee would be hard pressed to describe his feelings in that moment. George is staring up at him with this raw look in his eyes, like he trusts Lee completely. He looks dazed, and Lee feels so protective that for a moment he can barely stand it.

George makes him feel so many things all the fucking time, and a part of him feels like he should have run away from this a long time ago. But the bigger part is so glad he didn’t. He hadn’t realized just how numb he’d been to everything.

He takes a deep breath and lets it out in a shuddering sigh, brushing George’s hair back and scratching lightly at his scalp. His other hand sweeps up the rest of George’s come onto his fingers, feeding it to George one by one.

“You look happy,” Lee murmurs in a gentle voice, bending over a bit so he can better look George in the eye, curls spilling over his forehead. “Are you happy?”

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gallowseyes

He doesn't even have to think about it -- George nods, the taste of his own come still thick on his tongue. His eyes are stinging a little and, even though he's just come, his skin still feels tingling and hot with arousal.

"I am," he says. "I don't think...I've ever felt this free in my life."

He's aware of the irony of saying that with a collar locked around his throat. It doesn't make it less true.

From:

atehimrightup

He almost doesn’t expect George to actually speak, but he’s happy to hear his voice. Lee smiles and nods, stroking his fingertips down the side of George’s face and along the curve of his jaw.

“And I’ve never felt more tethered,” he says as he puts his palm on George’s head, thumbing at his hairline. There a slight furrow in his brow, but he doesn’t sound particularly upset about it. Quite the opposite. His smile widens and he strokes a fingertip down the bridge of George’s very cute nose. “You’ve got me on a leash, too. You just can’t see it.”

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gallowseyes

George likes that. He's not in a space where he can articulate it, really -- too many words -- but he does smile, pressing closer to Lee in any way that he can. He may never have been this free but he's also never been this happy either.

From:

atehimrightup

George gives him that toothy grin and Lee feels like he needs to punch a wall. He’s so, so fond of him and he doesn’t even know what to do with it all.

“Here, get up. Straddle my lap,” Lee tells him, sliding an arm under George’s shoulders to help him sit up and move. “I want you to sit on my cock. I want to hold onto you.”

From:

gallowseyes

He feels so relaxed and pliable when it's like this. It's the easiest thing to sit up and onto his knees, shifting to straddle Lee's lap. He looks down at him expectantly, hands resting on his own thighs.

From:

atehimrightup

Lee looks up at George’s face as he settles on his knees, leaning in to press kisses across his chest. He slings his arm around George’s waist while steadying his cock with his other hand, positioning at George's hole and using that grip on his waist to urge him down onto it.

A low growl escapes throat and he gasps as he bottoms out, holding George still and pressing his forehead to George’s jaw, panting and closing his eyes as he settles into the pleasure, wanting it to last.

“I want you to touch me,” he tells George, kissing his neck and biting at the bolt of his jaw. “Hold onto me.”

From:

gallowseyes

George sinks down onto Lee's cock, his mouth falling open in a soft 'o' of pleasure. He wraps his arms around Lee's shoulders, fingers of one hand pushing into soft, dark curls. He shifts his hips experimentally.

"Like this?"