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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 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."

[atehimrightup]

“I’ll take care of you,” Lee promises, sweeping his hand over George’s chest and pressing it in against his heart, feeling it thud against his palm. “I won’t let anything hurt you.”

It’s not a promise he can make, really. Because Lee may very well hurt him. Not physically, but he could. If the truth about him ever comes out, it’ll hurt them both.

Lee tries not to think about it, instead turning George onto his back and looking down at his face, fingertips tracing his lips and the bridge of his nose, his dark eyebrows. “You mean so much to me.”

[gallowseyes]

He feels so utterly content, lying sprawled on the couch in an apartment he has a key to, with a man who has a key for him. It feels impossible, somehow. Like something he could never deserve.

"I never expected this from my life," he says, quietly, eyes fixed on Lee's face. "I'm glad to be surprised."

[atehimrightup]

“Me neither,” Lee admits with a breathless chuckle. “I never thought anyone could know me and still want me.”

As he says it, he realizes that it’s still true. There is so much that George doesn’t know. And if he did, well. He has a pretty good guess as it how it would go.

But Lee has already decided to try and keep that part of himself so far removed from the part that belongs to George. He’ll go be a monster on his own time, only when he has to do it to survive. He’ll be careful and he’ll feel guilty and he’ll devote himself to George as much as he can and hope it’s enough. He doesn’t know what else to do.

“Oh, right. I’m supposed to be being mean to you,” Lee teases, smiling as he tugs playfully at the lock around George’s neck. “You dumb whore.”

He’s grinning so wide that his cheeks hurt.

[gallowseyes]

George laughs at that, a genuine burst of warm sound, one hand curving around Lee's knee and squeezing.

"You can be as mean to me as you like, love," he says.

[atehimrightup]

“I don’t want to be mean, but I do want to make you cry again,” Lee tells him, smiling and sliding his hand down the center of George’s chest, fingertips dragging through the soft hair on his belly and the thicker hair further down.

“It was very hot when you wanted to come so badly that you cried.” His hand glides back up and he toys idly with one of his nipples, lightly twisting the barbell. “I’d like to see it again.”

[gallowseyes]

George shifts, slightly, under the slow, wandering touch, his breath hitching when Lee plays with the bar piercing his nipple.

"I'm sure you could get me there."

[atehimrightup]

“Mm, I’m sure,” Lee murmurs, playing with his nipples a bit longer before leaning over to grab the duffel bag from the floor, setting it on George’s thighs as he rifles through it. Finally, he pulls out the cock ring and reaches for the lube before dropping the bag onto the floor again.

“Let’s try this now, because I assume we don’t have much time before you’re totally hard again,” Lee says with a smirk, glancing down at George’s cock, which is already starting to thicken. It feels like Lee so rarely sees him entirely flaccid, and he takes it as a compliment.

The ring is dark blue silicone, rigid but still flexible, and Lee puts a little bit of lube on his finger to rub it along the inside while George watches.

[gallowseyes]

George watches quietly at Lee lubes the object in his hands. He doesn't move, though.

"Does that go where I think it does?" he asks.

[atehimrightup]

“Mmhmm. Alex taught me about it,” Lee says happily, smiling down at George’s face, where he’s staring at the cock ring with quiet concern.

“I put this on you,” Lee says as he takes George’s cock in his hand and begins to gently ease the ring over the head, careful not to catch his foreskin as he begins to slowly slide it down the base, where it fits snugly. “And you won’t be able to come until I take it off. Because I decide when you get to come.”

He flicks lightly at the head of George’s cock, fingertips tracing the slick edge of his foreskin. “If you get to come.”

[gallowseyes]

George's breath catches at that, but he nods, all the same. It's not uncomfortable, but he's achingly aware of it, all the same.

"Yes, Master," he says, his smile almost shy as he slips back into it.

[atehimrightup]

Lee cuts him a look at that, smiling slyly at the look on George’s face and nodding approvingly. He makes a point to look at the clock and make a mental note of the time, knowing that George can’t wear this for too long.

“How’s it feel? Is it too tight?” Lee asks sincerely, licking his palm before curling it around George’s cock, stroking until he’s fully hard and then sliding his fingers down to the ring, making sure it’s positioned properly. He smirks and glances up at George’s face. “I had to be sure and get a bigger one for all this heat you’re packing.”

[gallowseyes]

Shifting his hips, George rolls his eyes.

"You're obsessed," he says, though his expression makes it clear that he doesn't mind. "And, no, it's not too tight."

[atehimrightup]

“And I don’t think that I can be blamed for that,” Lee volleys back, smirking and sliding his hand down to play with George’s balls almost leisurely, rolling them in his palm and gently tugging on them. “You say something nice about my cock now.”

He gives George’s hip a quick slap and shifts so he can sit up straighter. “And then get up on your hands and knees over my lap.”

[gallowseyes]

George's head falls back when Lee tugs at his balls like that, and then he lifts his head.

"You've got a beautiful cock," he says, completely sincere. "I'm not sure I've ever sucked one that fits in my mouth so perfectly. Or my throat."

He gets up, rearranging himself as directed over Lee's lap.

[atehimrightup]

“And my cock has never been in a more perfect mouth,” Lee assures him, smiling to himself at the complete sincerity in George’s voice. He knows what it sounds like when George is telling people what they want to hear, and he knows what he sounds like when he’s sincere. He knows George so well, better than he’s known anyone else.

George gets up on all fours and Lee leans forward to rest his forehead against George’s back for a moment, letting a hand glide up and down the back of his thigh. He lets time pass, lets anticipation build, and then lifts his head again. Most of the redness has faded from George’s skin, but there are still raw marks in the shape of his hand, and dappled bits of pink from the whip.

“Go down on your elbows,” he says firmly, pushing a hand down between George’s shoulder blades. “And put your ass up for me.”

[gallowseyes]

Finding himself more than ready to be put back under again, George moves smoothly, lowering down until his weight is caught on bent arms, his plugged arse in the air.

"Like that?"