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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 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.

[atehimrightup]

Lee swallows hard and shifts his hips as George sinks to the floor, grunting and arching up into his mouth. He reaches out and buries his fingers in George’s hair, pulling at it as he fists his cock, stroking it up to meet George’s mouth.

It doesn’t take very long, not with George looking up at him with wet eyes. Lee comes with a soft cry, holding George in place as he spills into his mouth. “God, you’re good. You’re so good for me. Let me feel you swallow it.”

[gallowseyes]

George swallows smoothly, still sucking until he feels Lee's cock start to soften in his mouth. Eventually, he lets it slip out of his mouth and shifts, lying his cheek against Lee's bare thigh. He's hard again but it feels like the least important thing in the world.

[atehimrightup]

“Mm, I don’t think so.” Lee sucks his teeth when George lets him slip out of his mouth, tugging on his hair. “Put it back in your mouth.”

He pulls on the leash hard enough to lift George’s head a bit, guiding it back toward Lee’s softening cock. “Don’t suck on it. Just keep it warm for me until I feel like making you come.”

[gallowseyes]

He does as directed, Lee's cock in his mouth, resting against his tongue. There's something deeply humiliating about it but, at the same time, it feels like the only place he ought to be. He lets his eyes drift close.

[atehimrightup]

“Good boy,” Lee murmurs as George lets his cock settle on his tongue. He knows the phrase works for them in somewhat different ways, but he knows they’re both ashamed of how much they like to hear it.

He eases George’s head down to rest against Lee’s thighs as he sits with his legs splayed wide, loosening his grip on his hair to pet it instead, sweeping it back from his face and scratching at the back of his neck. He lets himself linger in it, blinking up at the ceiling as he settles into a deep, deep relaxation.

[gallowseyes]

George's face flushes a shade darker when Lee calls him that, as he settles, his cheek against Lee's thigh, Lee's cock in his mouth. It feels right, somehow. It feels like he was made for it.

[atehimrightup]

He isn’t sure how much time idles by, but he stays soft on George’s tongue. It feels more intimate than arousing, and he can tell by the way that George settles so calmly against him that he’s enjoying it, too.

Eventually, Lee heaves a breath and lifts his head to look down at George, thumbing at his eyebrow and tracing the bridge of his nose. His eyes are so beautiful in the sunlight, like honey and chocolate.

“Okay, that’s enough,” he murmurs, urging George back a little. “Stand up and put your hands behind your back. Let me see how hard you are.”

[gallowseyes]

He's almost unwilling, when it happens, to pull back and let Lee's cock slip out of his mouth. A little shaky, he gets to his feet. It feels strong, somehow, to not be crouched on all fours. Still, he straightens up, hands behind his back, the chain leash hanging down against his bare chest, his cock jutting, flushed and aching hard.

[atehimrightup]

“A puppy on his hind legs,” Lee teases, noticing how George looks unsure for a brief moment. He lets his gaze sweep over George’s body, reaching out to grip the chain and hold it just taut enough for George to be able to feel the pressure of it.

He tilts his head as he looks at George’s cock, walking his fingertips along the length of it and then cupping his balls, rolling them in his palm and pulling gently. “Do you think you deserve to come again, George?”

[gallowseyes]

The light touches are maddening, but he suspects that it's by design. He swallows.

"I've...I've been good," he says, trying not to just rut against the air.

[atehimrightup]

“You have been good,” Lee agrees, pressing his fingertips up behind George’s balls, using his grip on them to urge him in closer, until Lee can press a kiss to the center of his chest. He bites lightly at the skin there, pressing his chin into it as he tips his head back to look up at George, looking very unhurried.

“I’m just trying to decide how to do it,” he sighs out, tugging at George’s balls and biting at his flank, chain wrapped around his hand. “Have you been good enough for my mouth? That I’m not sure of.”

He has, of course. But he can’t make it that easy.

[gallowseyes]

Taking a step forward urged by Lee's firm grip on his balls is probably the most degrading thing that's happened this morning, but it's enough to make George whimper. When Lee mentions his mouth, George can't help but nod, eagerly.

"I can...if I haven't, I'll do anything. Please."

[atehimrightup]

“These are very good answers,” Lee assures him in a calm voice, rolling George’s balls in his palm, pressing his thumb up under the base of his cock. His other hand slides across his chest, chain hooked over his thumb. He toys with one of George’s nipples, plucking gently at his piercing.

“Anything,” he echoes, pulling back enough to purse his lips and blow cool air against the head of George’s cock where he’s so wet. “Ask me very nicely. And I’ll consider it.”

[gallowseyes]

George's eyes all but roll back in his head when Lee blows on his cock like that.

"Please," he says, and he honestly feels like he might cry. "Please let me come in your mouth. I'm your dog. I'm your slave. I'll do anything. Please."

And then a tear does roll down his cheek.

[atehimrightup]

George wants him so badly that he actually cries, and Lee doesn’t think that he’s ever felt so good in his life. He’d do anything to make George happy. Literally anything.

“Okay, you deserve it,” Lee assures him, knowing there is nothing in the world that he would deny George in that moment. In most moments, but especially this one. “Once my mouth is on you, count to ten and then you can come whenever you want to.”

He kisses George’s belly and fists his cock, ducking his head to take George into his mouth. He doesn’t tease, instead immediately bobbing up and down purposefully, tugging at George’s balls when he feels them start to draw up tight.