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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]

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.”

[gallowseyes]

The use of his given name hits him like a slap to the face and he whimpers as Lee shoves his head lower. He does hesitate for a moment because licking the floor feels like a degredation further than he's submitted to up until now. But then Lee thrusts into him, fucking them like they both know he wants, and, grimacing slightly, George lowers his head and licks his own come off the floor.

[atehimrightup]

George doesn’t want to do it, but he does. Lee breathes in deeply, watching closely as George licks the floor and then letting out a low hum of approval.

“Good boy,” he moans out, thrusting into George a few more times and then pulling out entirely, tugging roughly on his hip. “Get on your back. Open your mouth.”

[gallowseyes]

He feels awkward and ungainly as he shifts, lying back in the floor. Without really thinking about it, he lifts his arms, draping them next to his head, dark eyes fixed on Lee as he opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue.

[atehimrightup]

“Fuck, look at you.” Lee crawls over him on his hands and knees, straddling George’s shoulders and angling his cock toward George’s mouth as he strokes it in his fist. It doesn’t take long, not with George looking at him like he is, tongue outstretched so eagerly.

Lee comes with a strangled cry, striping George’s ridiculous mouth and then shoving the head of his cock into it as he coaxes the last bit of it onto his tongue, breathing hard and feeling a little lightheaded. “Fuck.”

[gallowseyes]

Lee comes on his tongue, across his lips, and George groans softly. When Lee pushes the head of his cock into George's mouth, he sucks at it eagerly. It's perfect.

[atehimrightup]

George sucks at his cock and Lee stays there for a moment, indulging the edge of oversensitivity, and then eventually pulls back with a hiss. He rocks back onto his haunches and stares down at George as he fights to catch his breath, eyes a little wide like he’s surprised at himself.

He chuckles, low and fond, and presses a light slap to George’s belly before pulling himself to his feet and stumbling toward the kitchen for some water.

“You’re a fucking menace,” Lee calls out as he unscrews his water, blinking stars out of his eyes. “Catch your breath and then get on your knees in front of the couch.”

[gallowseyes]

George lies there for a moment, a little dazed, licking Lee's come off his lips. His half drunk water is still on the table and he cracks the lid, draining it in three long pulls. A moment later, he picks himself up off the floor and arranges himself as directed in front of the couch.

[atehimrightup]

Lee washes his hands and then goes to fetch a clean washcloth, wetting it and grabbing two beers from the fridge before returning to the living room. The couch is littered with sex toys and Lee laughs, shoving them all into the duffle and pushing it aside as he sits down.

After setting both beers on the table, Lee looks up at George sitting on his knees and facing him, looking calm and so ridiculously beautiful. Lee cups his chin and wipes his face with the damp cloth, then his neck and then his hands, one by one, even though he won’t really need them to eat. Not this time.

Lee tosses the rag aside and pulls over the bag of food, ravenous at the smell. He takes out a chicken strip and shoves half of it into his mouth, chewing at it as he sets everything else out on the table. It’s such a basic little kid meal, sitting on the table with a bag of sex toys beyond it, while the most beautiful man he’s ever seen in his life is watching him like he’s something amazing. It’s absurd, and Lee has never been so happy.

“This life really took me by surprise,” Lee says, reaching out to cup the side of George’s face. “You took me by surprise.”

[gallowseyes]

George makes no attempt to change position or get up off the floor. He stays on his knees, turning his head to press a kiss to the heel of Lee's palm.

"I wasn't exactly expecting all of this myself," he says.

[atehimrightup]

“Well, we’re in this together,” Lee assures him, leaning in to steal a quick kiss on the mouth. “Sit cross legged, babe. It’ll be more comfortable.”

While he waits for George to readjust, he devours a few fries and pops open one of the fruit cups, tossing a strawberry into his mouth before lifting another one to George’s lips once he’s settled, feeding it to him.

He picks up another piece of chicken and rips a piece off of it, dunking it in sauce and feeding that to George, too. He likes this a lot, feeding him by hand, and he’s not sure he could articulate why if asked.

“Good boy,” he murmurs once the piece of chicken is gone, wiping crumbs from the corner of his mouth.

[gallowseyes]

It ought to be humiliating, sitting naked and cross legged while Lee feeds him, but George finds that all it makes him feel is peaceful. It's not quite that floating feeling that pain and humiliation gets him, but it's still very, very good.

He smiles at the praise.

"I didn't expect to want to do this for so long in one go," he admits.

[atehimrightup]

“Me neither,” Lee admits, taking a few bites for himself and then feeding George, keeping this up until the food is nearly gone. “I planned on relaxing for most of the day. Look how that went.”

He smirks and takes a long sip from his beer, holding the bottle up for George to do the same. Once the chicken and fruit are all gone, Lee touches George’s face, thumbing at the corner of his mouth and then dropping his hand to the collar, fingertips tracing the edge of it.

“Do you want to stay in it?” He asks calmly, curling his fingers under George’s chin.

[gallowseyes]

The beer tastes unbelievably good, cold and fresh and he takes a long swallow. He sits still as Lee traces his fingers along the edge of the collar.

"I do," he says. "Unless you want me to be done with it."

[atehimrightup]

“No, I’m okay for now,” Lee assures him. Usually, he likes their scenes to be on the shorter side. As much as he enjoys them, he likes when it’s back to just them being equals. Today feels a little different, though. Maybe because it started as soon as they woke up. Maybe because George is being so well-behaved. He doesn’t feel the need to examine it.

He leans in and kisses George again, lips smudging across his cheek as he reaches out to grab one of the chocolate chip cookies from the table, sitting up and breaking it into pieces, licking chocolate from his thumb.

“You have to do a trick if you want a treat,” Lee teases, popping a piece of the cookie in his own mouth as he thinks. “Get back up on your knees and recite the alphabet in French for me.”

[gallowseyes]

George does roll his eyes at that, but he's smiling as he rearranges himself on his knees. After a beat, he shifts, putting his hands behind his back.

He recites the alphabet in French, as requested, and then does it again, backwards, for good measure.

[atehimrightup]

Lee grins as George rearranges himself, then watches with a dreamy sort of look on his face as he recites the alphabet. It’s easy enough to follow along with the letters, and he wonders if he could learn French. Maybe it’s something he could try in his free time. Some basics, at least. Maybe it would be a nice surprise.

He rolls his eyes as George starts reciting it backwards, chuckling and reaching out to feed him a piece of cookie.

“Very good,” he says with an indulgent smile. “Say something else. You talking in French turns me on.”

[gallowseyes]

Still smiling, George chews the piece of cookie thoughtfully.

"I love this," he says, in fluent French. "Far more than I ought to be. Being a dog for you." He pauses. "And you. I love you, too."

It always feels good to say it, even though he knows Lee doesn't understand a word.

[atehimrightup]

Lee smiles as the words roll off of his tongue. French really is a beautiful language. George repeats certain phrases whenever Lee asks him for this, and Lee echoes the last one back to him, trying it out on his tongue. He likes the way it feels in his mouth.

“Gorgeous,” he says, feeding him the last piece of cookie with a warm smile, cradling the side of his face as he chews. “Come up here. Lay with your head in my lap.”

[gallowseyes]

His cheeks flush, faintly, when Lee repeats his own words back to him. He's wondered how it would feel to hear it. He's still chewing when he climbs up on the sofa, arranging himself with his head in Lee's lap. He aches but in a pleasant, well used way. Not nearly enough to want to stop.

[atehimrightup]

Lee, ever attuned to George, notices the way his cheeks go pink. It seems almost shy rather than flustered, and Lee can’t help but to wonder what it is he’s just said. Maybe he’ll look it up. That is, if he can figure out how to spell it. Because who the fuck knows.

George climbs to his feet and Lee leans over to grab the plug before George settles into his lap. He gently urges George’s legs apart and eases the plug back into him, mostly just to help keep him open. He leaves it powered off and draws his hand up George’s thigh and over his hip and belly, touching him all over as his other hand cards through his hair, staring down at him with open adoration.

“I know I say it all the time, but you’re so beautiful,” Lee tells him, cheeks going pink because it feels so inadequate. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

[gallowseyes]

George makes a soft, almost contented sound as the plug slides back into him, rubbing his cheek against Lee's bare skin.

"Well, I am," he says. "Yours."