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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]

“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?”

[gallowseyes]

When Lee says George can move again, he can, leaning forward to change the angle of the toy inside him, pressing one hand flat to the floor to give him better leverage as his hips rock.

"It's what I'm good for," he says, and it's part of the game, but it also isn't.

[atehimrightup]

Lee sucks his teeth at that, fighting the immediate urge to argue. It’s the part of this that he still has trouble with. It doesn’t feel like pretending, because he knows that there is a part of George that means it. And Lee hates that, so it’s hard for him to indulge it.

“I find you have many uses,” Lee says in that same cool tone, pushing himself to his feet. “And I can think of a better one for your mouth.”

He takes a step forward, standing next to where George’s hand is panted on the floor. “Fill yourself at both ends, baby.”

[gallowseyes]

George leans in, his hips still rocking, fucking himself shallowly on the cock inside him, and he leans forward, lifting his free hand to steady Lee's cock as he slides his mouth down over it.

Being filled -- fucked -- from both ends is heavy, overwhelming, and he moans, the sound muffled by the slide of his mouth along Lee's cock.

[atehimrightup]

“That’s it. That’s what you need,” Lee murmurs, sliding his hands through George’s hair and cupping the back of his head, fucking hard into his mouth. “Don’t I always give you what you need?”

He lets out a shuddering moan and slides his fingertips down between George’s collar and his neck, pulling the leather tighter against his skin. “Just like that, sweetheart.”

[gallowseyes]

There's not much that George can do other than kneel there and take it. He definitely can't answer the question that Lee asks him but, he suspects, he isn't supposed to. He keeps his hips moving, riding the cock in his arse as he sucks the cock in his mouth.

[atehimrightup]

Lee loses himself in the sensation of it, and the whimpers that George lets out, head tilted back. His phone chimes and he ignores it for a moment, and then remembers that food is coming. He groans and pulls himself free, turning away to go and grab George’s dumb fancy blue robe from the bedroom.

“Do not stop,” Lee commands casually, walking past George as he ties the robe around his waist. There’s a knock on the door as Lee passes by, and he reaches out to ruffle George’s hair. “Be quiet, pup.”

He answers the door with a casual smile, opening it just wide enough for his head. If he were to open it just a bit wider, the delivery person would get quite the eyeful.

“Hi, yep. That’s for me,” Lee says as he reaches an arm out to take the large bag.

[gallowseyes]

George is, in that moment, deeply aware of the sight lines between the front door and where he's kneeling. Still, he trusts that Lee wouldn't actually expose him like that without prior consent, so he keeps up the rock of his hips, fucking himself on the toy, biting his lip to keep back a moan.

[atehimrightup]

Lee shuts the door when the person is still telling him to have a good night, laughing as he walks the bag over to the coffee table and sets it down. He looks at George, so flushed and glistening and eager to please, eager to be fucked, and Lee feels overwhelmed.

With affection, with lust, with happiness and utter fucking devotion. He feels all of it.

After untying the robe, he takes in a heaving breath and suddenly surges forward, hooking his arms under George’s and all but yanking him off of the toy and tackling him down onto the floor, crawling over him and spreading his thighs apart.

The robe is still on, hanging from his sides as he fists his cock and shoves himself into George’s body, growling as he does.

[gallowseyes]

One moment he's fucking himself on the toy and, the next, he's flat on his belly on the rug with his cock trapped under him and Lee's cock pushing into him in one long thrust. His breath sobs out of him and he squirms.

"Fuck. God, yes."

[atehimrightup]

“This is what you do to me,” Lee growls out, biting at the back of George’s shoulder just hard enough to sting as he starts to fuck him even harder than he was fucking himself on that you. “You make me feel fucking wild.”

Lee sits up long enough to drag the robe off, then grips George’s hips and drags him up onto his hands and knees, fucking him hard enough that he grunts with each thrust. And then he realizes just what it is that they’re doing, and it makes him laugh.

“Doggy style. Fitting,” he bites out, sliding his hand into George’s hair and yanking his head back. “Fuck, you take it so well. Like a bitch.”

[gallowseyes]

George makes a strangled sound when Lee pulls his head back, forcing his back into a tighter arch. He's almost never been fucked like this in his life -- visceral, animalistic -- and it's so easy to surrender to it, grunting with every hard thrust of Lee's cock into his body, letting the degrading, perfect things that Lee's saying to him wash over him.

[atehimrightup]

Lee would worry about being too rough, but one glance at the side of George’s face immediately alleviates any concern. He looks practically euphoric, mouth hanging open as his cock drips onto the floor. It’s perfect.

He lets go of George’s hair and curls over him, bracing one hand on the floor as he other snakes beneath George’s body, down his stomach and then lower, bypassing his stiff cock to grab his balls and give them a firm squeeze, using that grip to pull George in more firmly against him.

“Sometimes I’m reduced to an animal when I’m with you,” Lee admits breathlessly, letting go of George’s balls to hold him firmly around the waist as they rut together. It comes out like it’s a confession, and he bites hard at the back of George’s neck right below the collar, stopping just shy of breaking skin. “And I fucking love it.”

[gallowseyes]

He moans at the rough handling of his balls, yelps at the bite. He doesn't answer, because speech just doesn't feel like his station right then. The way Lee's holding him doesn't give him much chance to rock backwards, so he just kneels there and takes the fucking that he's given.

[atehimrightup]

This was very unplanned. Lee wasn’t going to come again before they ate. He was going to get George off and then focus on the food, but then he looked at George and, well. Look at him.

It’s fast and hard and isn’t going to last very long, so he reaches down and grips George’s cock, stroking it in time with each hard thrust against his prostate, dragging his tongue over the bite mark on his pale skin.

“Come for me again, you fucking whore,” Lee bites out, gritting his teeth as he fights back his own orgasm. “Show me how much you like getting fucked like a bitch in heat.”

[gallowseyes]

He's so overwhelmed, all sensation, that he comes almost as soon as Lee touches his cock. He's dimly aware of come spurting onto the floor, but he doesn't care. He's so lost in it. He loves getting fucked like this so much.

[atehimrightup]

It’s almost instantaneous. George’s body seizes up as soon as Lee gives him permission, and that alone is nearly enough to tip him over the edge. He manages to hold himself back, slowing his thrusts as he slides his hand up George’s chest, sweeping up the come there and holding his hand out in front of George’s mouth expectantly.

“How many loads is this now?” He wonders aloud, glancing down at the tiny pool of come gleaming on the hardwood floor while George laps at his hand. “Do I even need to feed you? Seems like your belly’s getting full.”

[gallowseyes]

He doesn't need to be told to lean in and lap his own come from Lee's palm. He's achingly aware that Lee hasn't come yet.

"I could still eat," he says. He's honestly got no idea how much come he's swallowed.

[atehimrightup]

“Mm, not yet.” Lee shuffles back a little bit, pulling George with him and grabbing him by the hair, pointing his head toward the come on the floor. “You missed a spot.”

He lets go of George’s hair and pushes between his shoulder blades before grabbing his hips and pulling nearly all the way out of him only to thrust in hard and fast, grinding his hips against George’s ass. “Lick it up, George. If you’re having trouble, just pretend it’s my boot.”