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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]

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.

[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.”

[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.

[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?”

[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.

[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.”

[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.

[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.”

[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.

[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.”

[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?"

[atehimrightup]

“Yes,” he breathes out, shivering as George’s arms go around him, eyes falling shut as his fingers sink into his hair. George moves his hips and Lee shakes his head, huffing as his hands move to George’s hips and shove downward, holding him firmly.

“Not yet ,” he grits out, biting softly at George’s collarbone. “Be still.”

[gallowseyes]

It feels like it takes a lot of effort, but George does manage to force his hips still. Lee's cock is deep inside him. He moans softly.

[atehimrightup]

“It’s okay,” Lee murmurs at the noise George makes, feeling the way his body trembles slightly as he fights to stay still. “You’re being good.”

Lee puts his hand on George’s face, drawing him in for a long, deep kiss. He nips at George’s full bottom lip, tugging on it lightly with his teeth. Now he’s the one who feels a little like he’s floating. Or he’s just so turned on that he’s delirious.

“Which feels better?” Lee asks with a soft chuckle, gripping the back of George’s neck and kissing him again. “Me or the toy?”

[gallowseyes]

George sinks into the kiss, his fingers still in Lee's hair, the other still around his shoulders.

"It's bigger," he says, because it is. It's bigger than either of them, which is the point. "But you. Jesus Christ. You."

[atehimrightup]

Lee quirks a brow as George begins and then laughs softly, helplessly fond as he kisses George again.

“That’s a good answer,” he murmurs, kissing him again and then leaning back against the sofa cushions, drawing his hands down George’s arms. He finds the leash and wraps the chain around his fist, tugging on it just enough for George to feel the pressure of it. Sunlight streams into the room, lighting George up like he’s been dipped in gold. He’s stunning, so stunning that Lee feels like he can barely breathe.

“Okay,” he says in a low voice, rocking his hips up a bit. “Show me how much you like it. Start off nice and slow.”

[gallowseyes]

They've had sex in daylight, more times now than he can count but, with the collar and leash, this feels different. He rocks slowly, rising up on his knees and sinking back down just as slow.

"Like that?"

[atehimrightup]

Lee hisses at the pleasure as George starts to move. He keeps one hand on the leash and the other on George’s hip, squeezing hard.

“Just like that, baby,” he growls out, staring at George’s face. “I’ve been waiting all day to get inside you like this. I want to savor it.”

He lets George keep this pace for a while, moving his hand between George’s legs and squeezing hard at his inner thigh, feeling it tremble with exertion.

“Good boy. Fuck, you’re being so good for me,” Lee breathes out, tugging on the leash to drag him in closer, reaching up to grab the back of his neck and draw him in for a deep, biting kiss. “You can go faster,” he says against George’s mouth. “You’ve been so good.”

[gallowseyes]

It's actually easier to go faster -- it doesn't ache in his thighs so much. He shifts, rising and falling in Lee's lap with purpose, moaning softly at the shift of Lee's cock inside him. The praise sinks through him like so much light.

[atehimrightup]

Lee moans raggedly, letting go of the leash so he can have both hands on George, one on his ass and the other around his waist, staring at him with hopeless devotion. The collar is on and Lee is in charge, but there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for George. Nothing.

“I can’t believe that you’re mine,” he gets out, shifting his weight so he can start to rock up to meet George’s hips, fucking him harder as the pleasure builds. “All mine.”

[gallowseyes]

"All yours," echoes George, the sound of skin on skin as they fuck obscene. He's never felt anything as surely as he feels that he belongs to Lee, not just in that moment, but always.

In everything.

[atehimrightup]

It’s gotten to the point where Lee isn’t so sure if there’s any sort of line between what they’re saying because of the collar and how they really feel. It’s overwhelming and Lee clutches at George’s back, face pressed to George’s shoulder as they move together.

He’s been waiting to come for so, so long and he doesn’t think he can hold out much longer.

“Should I come in your ass or your mouth, do you think?” He asks as he tips his head back, reaching up to grab George’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, tugging his mouth open as he plants his heel and thrusts up hard, fucking him more purposefully.

[gallowseyes]

The thought of choosing between the two of so overwhelming that the sound that slips out of George is almost a sob. He rocks his hips again.

"I don't...I want..." He sighs. "My mouth. Let me swallow it."

[atehimrightup]

Somehow, it’s an absolutely perfect response. Lee shushes him, cradling his face and thumbing at the corner of his eye. And then he laughs, but it’s not unkind. It’s a warm sound, almost like he’s on the verge of sobbing, too.

“Keeping us honest, huh?” Lee pulls George in for a kiss, nipping at his full bottom lip just hard enough for it to sting. “Good boy.”

He breathes in deep and lets go of him, leaning back against the sofa cushions. His fingers curl around the chain and he pulls it in, draping it over his own chest.

“Get on your knees, then,” he says in that low, commanding voice, eyes bright as he smirks just slightly. “Get your treat.”

[gallowseyes]

It feels like a massive effort to pull up on his knees enough for Lee's cock to slip out of him. He whines, slipping down onto the floor between Lee's spread knees as gracefully as he can manage. Lee's cock is slick with lube but George doesn't give a second thought to where it's been, bending his head without hesitation and sliding his mouth down over Lee's cock.