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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]

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.

[gallowseyes]

"One..." Lee hadn't said that he had to count aloud, but it feels right somehow. "Two..."

It's a struggle, but he manages to make it to ten, his voice shaking, before he comes so hard he curls in over himself, thighs shaking, hands still clasped behind his back.

[atehimrightup]

He counts out loud and Lee murmurs encouragingly, grabbing at the backs of his thighs. He comes almost violently, so much that Lee almost chokes on it, but he holds it in his mouth after pulling away.

It’s a wonder George is still standing with the way he’s shaking, and he may not be able to keep it up, so Lee grabs his hips and pulls him forward until his knees are pressed into the sofa cushions and he’s straddling Lee’s lap, sitting on his thighs.

He lifts a hand to George’s face, staring at him and thumbing the tear from his cheek, waiting for George to start to catch his breath before pulling him in for a kiss. Their lips part and Lee kicks into George’s mouth, sharing his come between them. It’s wet and messy. It’s filthy, and Lee groans as he clutches as the back of George’s neck.

[gallowseyes]

Pulled back into Lee's lap, George whimpers when Lee kisses his own come into his mouth. Still, he'd promised to swallow every drop that came out of either of them today, and he'd meant it. He groans softly into the kiss. It's filthy. It's perfect.

[atehimrightup]

He can feel it as George swallows and he hums his approval into the kiss, cradling George’s jaw. Once they’ve licked all traces of his come away, Lee pulls back and kisses his cheek, then his jaw, arms sliding around film to pull him in close.

“Just sit here with me for a minute,” Lee says soothingly, shifting their bodies until he can lift his chin and tuck George’s face into the crook of his neck, fingers carding through his hair as his other hand slides slowly up and down George’s spine. “You were so good for me, baby. You made me so happy.”

[gallowseyes]

George curls in against Lee, face pressed into the side of his neck, still trembling. He wonders if they're done. He's not sure he wants to be, but a moment of quiet does feel delicious. He could almost fall asleep like this.

[atehimrightup]

For a moment he considers asking George if he wants to unlock, but he doesn’t. George seems content to be curled up in Lee’s arms, and Lee is more than happy to let him drift and relax.

“Okay, come on,” he says softly, twisting on the sofa and urging George to stretch his legs out and lay on top of him, his chest resting against Lee’s stomach, cheek against his heart, hips cradled between Lee’s thighs. “Lay here with me.”

He ruffles his hand through George’s hair over and over again, humming contently as they settle in the early afternoon sunlight, warm and sticky. “I’ve got you.”

[gallowseyes]

He does, he thinks, sleep for a while, naked and well fucked, the collar still around his neck. He settles with his head against Lee's shoulder, the sun warm against his back and the bare skin of his arse. It's the loveliest feeling.