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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]

“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?"

[atehimrightup]

“Good boy,” Lee says in a low rumble. It’s funny how they use that phrase so differently for each other. With Lee, it’s meant to poke at the embarrassment George likes, to treat him like a dog, but George uses it sincerely, and Lee responds in kind.

He rests one hand on George’ back and smooths the other across his ass, spanking him a few times before gripping the base of the toy. He pulls it out to where George is stretched open around the widest part, fucking him with it almost lazily before pulling it out.

“Fuck, you’re so open. Gaping like a used up whore,” Lee tells him, sliding two fingers into him and spreading them as far apart as he can and staring, fascinated. “You seemed to like that toy more this time around.”

[gallowseyes]

George nods, the tip of his nose brushing against the fabric of the sofa. He bites his lip as he feels Lee spread his fingers, his face burning at the stretch, as well as the humiliation that sinks through him at what Lee says.

"I did," he says. "I've never been that full, not really."

[atehimrightup]

Lee quirks a brow at that, pushing three fingers into George without any resistance at all. He starts to work them in and out, drawing the fingertips of his other hand up the length of George’s spine.

“Well, that’s not really true, is it?” Lee replies, pulling his fingers out only to push four back in. “You’ve had someone’s fist inside you.”

[gallowseyes]

"That's true," says George, who honestly hasn't been thinking of Jean right then. He hadn't been thinking of anyone but Lee. "Alright then." He rocks his hips, fucking himself on Lee's fingers. "I've never been that full and it felt that good. Better?"

[atehimrightup]

Lee chuckles warmly at that, keeping his hand still for a moment just to watch George fuck himself on his fingers, greedy like he hasn’t already come plenty today.

“Better, you brat,” he says, reaching out to tug playfully at George’s earlobe. He starts to move his fingers again, then pulls them free to squirt more lube onto George’s hole, spreading it around the inside of it with his finger.

“Let’s see how my fist feels, then,” Lee says calmly, even though he’s slightly fluttery with anticipation and nerves as he pushes four fingers inside, then nudges the tip of his thumb in alongside them, going slow and careful.

[gallowseyes]

"Oh, fuck," breathes George, his back arching as Lee starts to work his hand into him. He whimpers at the stretch, even with how well used he is, how well fucked. "Please don't stop."

[atehimrightup]

Lee wasn’t really expecting otherwise, but the eager encouragement still settles him a little. He shushes George soothingly and sits up more so he can better lean over George, one hand at the small of his back as he slowly nudges the other in deeper, eyes widening as it disappears into the tight grip of George’s body.

Eventually it sinks in all the way to the wrist and Lee lets out the breath he’d need holding, chest heaving as he carefully curls his hand into a fist.

“Fuck,” he says a on shaky exhale, glancing up at George’s face as he gently nudges his fist just a bit deeper. “How is it?”

[gallowseyes]

"It's...it's..." His eyes are stinging and he has to take a moment to adjust. "I almost...can't think of anything but the fact that you're that much inside me." His breath sobs out of him. "Christ, I'm so...full. Lee. I..."

He whimpers, burying his face in the touch, sure his cock must be leaking onto Lee's thigh.

[atehimrightup]

“I know, baby. I know,” Lee murmurs soothingly, keeping the hand inside him still while the other slides up to pet at his hair. He knows just how George feels, because he was in the same spot the night before. It’s intense, almost unbearably so.

“Feels like I could reach up and touch your heart, doesn’t it?” He says softly, gently grabbing George’s chin and turning his head to the side so Lee can see his face. “You’re doing so well, baby. Just breathe.”

After a moment, Lee starts to gently rock his fist, knuckles rubbing over his prostate. All this, and George won’t be able to come even if he tried, thanks to the ring around his cock. He’s never been more at Lee’s mercy, and Lee is so turned on that he feels dizzy.

“You’re so good for me,” he murmurs, brushing George’s hair back and squeezing his shoulder, then the back of his neck, fingertips tucked under the collar. “Come on, take a deep breath.”

[gallowseyes]

When Lee starts to move his hand, just barely inside him, it's almost too much, on the very verge of overwhelming. He draws in a deep, hitching breath, blinking tears of of his eyelashes. His cock throbs.

"Please," he mumbles. He doesn't even know what he's asking for.

[atehimrightup]

“Shh, it’s okay,” Lee says again, warm and sympathetic, sliding his free hand under George’s cheek and lifting his face from the sofa, thumbing a tear from the corner of his eye. “Come on, get back up on your hands.”

He cradles George’s face and urges him up, murmuring soothingly when he whimpers. “I’m gonna make you come but I need room.”

Lee curls down, pressing his forehead to George’s temple and kissing tears from his cheeks, shifting until he can kiss him on the corner of the mouth, rocking his fist the slightest bit. “You’re so amazing, baby. Give me a kiss.”