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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]

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.

[atehimrightup]

George goes lax against him, melting like a candle, and Lee smiles to himself as his breathing evens out. Lee doesn’t sleep, not wanting to let his guard down that much while George is like this.

He drags his fingertips through George’s hair and rubs his back between his shoulders, reverently touching every bit of skin he can reach. Distantly, he’s aware of how much power he holds right now. He could make George do anything— whatever twisted, humiliating thing he could think of in the moment.

It feels good, but he has no plans to exploit it. All he wants to do is keep George safe.

[gallowseyes]

He's not sure how long he sleeps for but, eventually, he stirs, rubbing his cheek against the bare skin of Lee's chest. He turns his head, pressing a kiss against Lee's sternum.

George makes a soft sound. "Mmm. Sorry."

[atehimrightup]

Time passes, but Lee isn’t sure how much. He’s content to lay there with George sleeping on him, petting him. He blinks when George stirs, smiling softly as he’s nuzzled and kissed.

“No need,” Lee assures him, lifting his head to look down at him. “You deserved it.”

He curls his fingers under George’s chin, thumbing at the dip under his lower lip. “How do you feel?”

[gallowseyes]

"Good," he says, a slow, dreamy smile on his face. "More present that I was before." He dips his head and kisses Lee's fingers. "Ready for more? Though I could also eat."

[atehimrightup]

“You’re insatiable,” Lee says with a fond laugh, grabbing the lock on George’s collar and tugging playfully at it. He’s had the collar on for a long time, but it doesn’t feel so overwhelming this time. Lee very much likes the stretches where George is just quietly his, no matter what they’re doing.

“Food does sound good. I can order us something.” He lets go of the lock and curls his finger behind George’s ear, thumbing at the dangling pearl and letting out a pleased hum that’s more of a growl. “If you want to stay locked in, you can eat from my hand.”

[gallowseyes]

"I've been told that before," he says. He's relaxed, still a little sleepy, but the shift in Lee's tone goes straight to his cock.

"I want to stay locked in," he says.

[atehimrightup]

“Then you will,” Lee says simply, sliding his hands down to George’s ass, grabbing firmly and dragging him a little higher. He kisses George on the mouth and presses two fingers into George’s body, mostly just to remind him that he can. He fingers George possessively, almost roughly, while licking into his mouth.

Eventually he pushes George back and pulls his fingers free, reaching up to unhook the leash from George’s collar, tugging a little more firmly at the lock. “Go fetch us some water while I order food.”

[gallowseyes]

He'll never stop loving it, he thinks -- the casually possessive way that Lee touches him, how easily those fingers push into his arse. He moans into the kiss, rolling his hips to fuck himself a little.

"Yes, Master," he says, his smile almost a smirk as he slips out of Lee's lap and pads off towards the kitchen.

[atehimrightup]

“Good little whore,” Lee volleys back, laughing and sitting up as he reaches for his phone. He opens the food delivery app and gets distracted by a flash of pink out of the corner of his eye. It’s the dildo, and Lee quirks a brow as he grabs it and sticks it to the floor in front of him, watching it jut up obscenely, and then goes back to his phone.

He orders a lot of finger foods. Chicken strips and fries, cookies and a few fruit cups, and smirks to himself without looking up from his phone when he hears George returning, holding his hand outstretched over the dildo to expectantly take his water.

[gallowseyes]

George puts the bottle of water in Lee's outstretched hand and then looks down at the toy, his eyebrows slightly raised.

"Does that mean what I think it means?" He asks.

[atehimrightup]

“You’re getting real mouthy,” Lee tells him, setting his phone down and opening the water, waiting until after he takes a few long swallows to answer. “I need to be entertained while we wait for food somehow.”

George seems the most clear-headed that Lee has seen him all day, so he closes his water and looks up at him curiously.

“I keep thinking about last night and I want a turn. I want to put my fist inside of you,” Lee says simply. “If you want to wait and do that when the collar is off, I would understand,” he says sincerely, and it’s clear by his tone that he would not be upset if George said he would rather not, even with the collar on. “I want to do it because you want it, not because you think you have to do it just to please me.

Lee sits back against the sofa, tossing the lube at George before stretching his arms out along the back of it. “If you’re okay with me doing that while you’re collared at some point today, show me by sitting on that cock. If you’d rather wait, get on your knees and we’ll be quiet until the food gets here.”

[gallowseyes]

"Not mouthy. Just asking." He opens his water, and takes a long swallow. He watches Lee quietly while he talks and then he thinks, for a long moment. About what he wants and doesn't want.

Carefully, he sets his water down on the table and gets down onto his knees, reaching for the lube. He squirts some into his hand and very deliberately slicks the toy and then he positions it against his hole and slides down onto it.

Even with everything he's had inside him today, it still feels huge.

[atehimrightup]

Lee watches with a placid expression, though he can’t help the small smile that quirks at the corners of his mouth when George so purposefully sinks down onto the toy. He hums in approval and leans out to put his fingertips under George’s chin, lifting it until their eyes meet.

“Good boy,” he murmurs as he scratches his nails over George’s scalp, praising him as if he were a well behaved puppy. He grabs George’s chin and gives his cheek a light slap before lounging back against the sofa again, looking at him expectantly. “I want to see a show. Let me see you fuck yourself, but don’t touch your cock.”

[gallowseyes]

Another time, maybe, that would have dragged something bratty out of him but, even though he's surfaced a little, he's still too in it for that. He wants every humiliation, every scrap of praise. He rises up far enough on his knees until the toy is almost entirely down of him and then sits back, suddenly, slamming it back into his arse hard enough to make him gasp.

[atehimrightup]

His own cock is still mostly soft, though Lee can tell that it won’t be like that for long, especially not after George slams himself back down onto the toy, taking it all at once. He murmurs encouragingly, sipping from his water and tilting his head a little.

“Show me how hard you like it,” Lee commands, stretching his leg out to skim his toes along the inside of George’s thigh, pressing them up under his balls.

[gallowseyes]

He likes it hard, and they both know it. He fucks himself on the toy as hard as he can, the sound of skin on skin, and the toy inside him, completely obscene. He moans when Lee's toes nudge at his balls, rocking his hips forward.

[atehimrightup]

“God, you’re a whore,” Lee bites out, but he can’t help but to sound a little awed. “I should just keep you like this always. My little pet that I feed and fuck.”

They’ve both said that they wouldn’t want this all the time, and Lee stands by that. He needs it to be a temporary thing, but that doesn’t mean he can’t pretend otherwise here in the moment. Just like when they make up their little scenarios. Dirty talk is just that. Talk.

“Have you greet me on your hands and knees when I come home,” he says in a low voice, casually reaching out to grab his vape pen from the table and take a long drag. “And curl up on floor and lick my feet while I watch TV.”

[gallowseyes]

He loves it when Lee takes to him like that, even though he knows it's all pretend, really. He makes no attempt to hide how much he likes it, though, rocking and squirming on the toy inside him.

"I'd do it," he says. "A well trained dog for my master."

[atehimrightup]

Lee’s eyes flash with arousal, cheeks flushing with vague embarrassment over just how much he likes that. His cock lurches, blood rushing south so fast that he feels a little dizzy.

“Let’s see,” he says as he sits up, putting his feet flat on the floor and resting his elbows on his knees, watching as George bounces on the toy. He waits until he sinks down all the way and then uses perhaps his most commanding voice tone yet, like he’s barking out an order. “Stay.”

[gallowseyes]

That tone of voice hits George like a slap to the face and goes straight to his cock. He stops, his heels pressed against his thighs, the toy so deep in his arse that he can almost taste it.

His chest heaves for a second before he settles.

[atehimrightup]

It obviously takes great effort, but George obeys so quickly that Lee feels a rush of pleasure, breathing in deep as he stares at George. He lets George stay there just like this, speared on the toy, and sits up straight.

There’s a bag of M&M’s on the coffee table and Lee reaches for it, pulling it open and dumping a few into his palm. He flicks one into the air and tips his head back to catch it in his mouth, biting down with a crunch.

He eats a few more and then reaches out to hold his hand out in front of George, where he’ll have to bend forward a bit to reach it with his mouth. “Good boy. Have a treat.”

[gallowseyes]

It's not as bad as the bowl, which Lee has made him both eat and drink from as a punishment, but it's still designed to be humiliating and George knows that. He hesitates, but only for a beat before he leans forward, his breath catching at the shift of the toy inside him, and eats the chocolate out of Lee's palm, the crunch of the sugar shell sounding unbearably loud in the quiet room.

[atehimrightup]

Lee smiles as George takes the candy, tapping his fingers under George’s chin as he sits back again, pouring some more of the candy into his mouth before tossing the bag aside. He chews slowly and swallows hard, keeping eye contact with George the whole time.

He wants to move so badly. Lee can see it all over his face, not to mention the way his thighs are trembling. He wants to move, but he doesn’t. Because Lee hasn’t said he could yet. It’s an insane rush.

“Go on,” he says finally, sitting back and licking the corner of his mouth as he jerks his chin, gesturing for George to continue. “I can’t believe that all fits inside you. You’re so fucking greedy when it comes to cock, aren’t you?”