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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]

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.”

[gallowseyes]

The sensation of Lee's fist inside him is all he is, right then. He's entirely aware of it as he pushes back up onto his hands, the whole of his body trembling just finely.

"I can't come," he says, turning his head, his searching for Lee's. "You said I can't. I..."

He presses his mouth to Lee's in a desperate off centre kiss.

[atehimrightup]

“Oh, do you not want to come?” Lee teases gently, humming into the kiss and cradling George’s face, thumbing at his cheekbone and staring at him. “Maybe I’ll just keep you like this, then.”

He rocks his fist a little, lifting the knuckle of his index finger to press into George’s prostate, pulling his face in closer so Lee can lick a tear from his cheek, tasting salt on his tongue as he presses a kiss to the corner of George’s eye. “You look very pretty like this, pet.”

[gallowseyes]

What Lee's doing to him, what he's saying, is so good, so overwhelming that all George can do is listen, tears rolling freely down his face now.

"Oh, fuck," he mumbles, his hips squirming as much as the they can with Lee's whole hand inside him. "Please."

[atehimrightup]

Lee feels a little drunk on power, awed at having reduced George to this. He feels such fierce affection for this man, unwavering loyalty, and it feels a little insane how much George has come to mean to him. How perfect he is. How much better he makes Lee’s whole life.

“Please what, George?” Lee murmurs, kissing away another set of tears and then pulling back to look at him as his hand moves under George’s body to curl around his cock. It’s absurdly hard, throbbing and wet at the tip, and Lee strokes his fist up and down once before letting his fingertips skim over the cock ring to grab George’s balls and give them an easy squeeze where they’re drawn up high and tight. His whole body is responding like it does in the last few moments before he comes, like he’s stuck there. It’s incredible. “Ask me nicely.”

[gallowseyes]

When Lee touches his cock, squeezes his balls, it's almost too much. He almost can't take it. He's not sure that he's ever been this turned in, this over stimulated in his life.

"Please," he says. "Love. M-master. Please let me come." He honestly feels like he'll die if Lee doesn't allow it.

[atehimrightup]

Honestly, Lee feels a little like he might come just from this, just from getting George so worked up. He feels dizzy, breathless, and his chest heaves as he nods.

“Okay. Okay, baby,” he says reassuringly, kissing George’s forehead while sliding his fingers down his shaft to find the cock ring. It’s awkward to do one-handed, but he manages to slip two fingers beneath it, stretching them wide and dragging the ring off of his cock and tossing it aside, quickly wrapping his hand around George’s cock while nudging his fist in deeper, pressing in hard against his prostate. “Now, George. Let go.”

[gallowseyes]

It's almost instantaneous. Lee gets the ring off his cock, closes his fingers around him, and George comes, all over Lee's thighs and his fingers. It feels like there's so much of it. It feels like it takes so long. It's all that George can do to stay on all fours.

[atehimrightup]

It is, without a doubt, one of the most beautiful things Lee has ever seen. He murmurs encouragement and praise as George comes, gently working him through it and lifting his hand from George’s cock, licking come from his palm before cradling George’s face like he’s precious.

So slowly, so carefully, Lee starts to work his hand out of George’s body. He remembers how his own body protested at the sudden emptiness, so he keeps two fingers pressed inside of him for a bit, letting him readjust slowly as he hooks his other arm under George’s chest and hauls him upright. He moves like a rag doll, trembling and whimpering, and Lee arranges him in his lap so that George is straddling him, tucked in against his chest with George’s head on his shoulder.

He cups the side of George’s face and kisses his forehead, finally letting his fingers slip free and curling that arm around George’s waist, hugging him close. His own cock is rock hard, trapped between their stomachs, but it’s currently the last thing on his mind.

“That was so good,” Lee assures him, pressing a sweet kiss to his hairline. “I’ve got you. You’re okay.”

[gallowseyes]

He finds that he can't stop crying, ends up curled limp and sniffling against Lee's chest, his face pressed into the side of his neck. It's the combination of what they've just done and the collar around his throat. He nods, mumbles against Lee's skin.

[atehimrightup]

Lee isn’t all that surprised by the reaction. He’d just been there the night before, and knows all too well how intense it is, how big of a release. He just holds George through it, rocking him gently and sliding his hand soothingly up and down George’s back.

George is saying something, words muffled by Lee’s skin, and his heart skips a beat or two at what he thinks he’s heard. He must have heard incorrectly. It was probably just him using the endearment, or maybe something else entirely. Or maybe not.

“I’ve got you,” Lee says reassuringly, cradling the back of George’s head. “Do you want me to unlock you? I’m not letting go of you either way.”

[gallowseyes]

He thinks about it for a moment, and then he shakes his head.

"Let me...I want you to come first," he says, his voice still slightly shaky. "And then I can unlock and we can sleep for a while, maybe?"

[atehimrightup]

Lee almost tells him not to worry about it, but he doesn’t because knows that George will likely argue with him, collar or not, and the thought makes him smile.

“That sounds like a good plan,” he says with a nod, still holding onto George tightly, kissing his forehead and then putting his fingers under George’s chin to lift his face. His eyes are wet, lashes clumped with tears, and Lee’s heart stutters in his chest.

“How do you want me to come?” He asks after a few moments of blatant staring. “You were very good, so you get to choose.”

[gallowseyes]

The praise is perfect and he smiles, bright and sunny despite the tears still brimming in his eyes. He sniffs.

"Inside me," he says. "Like I did with you last night. That's what I want."

[atehimrightup]

It’s somehow the perfect answer and Lee grins in response, eyes crinkling at corners. He too feels on the verge of tears, so overwhelmed with affection that he isn’t sure what to do with it all.

“That’s exactly what I want,” he says as he leans in for a slow, lingering kiss, pressing their foreheads together. “I can do that for you. Here or in our bed?”

[gallowseyes]

George is torn, for a moment.

"Here," he says, finally. His hand comes up, fingers brushing against the collar. "I don't...this feels like it's for out here?"

[atehimrightup]

Until George points it out, Lee isn’t sure if he was ever even consciously aware that they only used the collar in the living room, but it does make sense. He must have made that choice somewhere along the way.

“You’re right,” he agrees easily, kissing him on the mouth, and then ducking his head to press a kiss to where collar meets skin, nuzzling up under his chin. “Here, then.”

Lee tightens his arm around George’s waist and puts his other hand on the back of the sofa, grunting softly as he lifts George up and gets to his feet, turning to lay him down on his back on the sofa. Tugging George’s knee to spread his thighs, Lee climbs between them, fisting his own cock as his other hand rubs George’s cooling come into his skin and lifting his hand to lick at his fingers.

“You want me to be nice to you?” Lee asks with a smile that borders on bashful, even now.

[gallowseyes]

On his back, legs spread, George nods at Lee, still smiling.

"Please," he says. "Please be nice to me."

[atehimrightup]

Lee feels a little bit like his heart might explode. He nods and leans over George, planting one hand on the arm of the sofa just beyond George’s head, and positions himself between his legs. He maintains eye contact as he slowly sinks into George’s body, moaning softly and shifting to his elbows, caging George in beneath him as he settles.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes out softly, eyes scanning over George’s face as he slowly starts to roll his hips. “I can’t believe you’re mine. It’s crazy that you’re mine.”

[gallowseyes]

"I am, though," he says, and he's shocked by how true that is. It had never occurred to him that he could feel so satisfied by one person. Here he is.

Lee slides into him as easily as if he was a girl, and George feels his cheeks heat at the thought.

"I'm yours."

[atehimrightup]

There is resistance as Lee sinks in, no drag as he pulls out. It’s just slick and wet and hot, but being inside of George is always a revelation. He’ll never get used to how good it feels.

He should have known from the start that he was doomed.

“And I’m yours,” Lee assures him, cupping his cheek as he starts to fuck George tenderly, pulling out slowly and sinking back in, setting a languid, reverent pace. “Don’t forget that. Collar or not, I’m just as much yours.”

[gallowseyes]

It's not something he could ever forget. He moves his hands, one cradling the side of Lee's face, the other pushing into his sweaty curls. He rolls his hips, sensitive and overstimulated as he is, urging Lee on.

[atehimrightup]

It feels like George has barely touched him all day, so when his hands go to Lee’s face he lets out a shuddering moan, eyes falling shut as he leans into it.

This won’t take very long, but Lee tries to go slow, kissing George deeply as he fucks him. It’s perfect, and Lee moans again against George’s mouth, whining almost desperately.

“You feel so fucking good,” he pants out, kissing him again and moving a hand to George’s hip. “God, baby. I wanna do this forever.”

[gallowseyes]

"I don't..." His back arches, partly at his sensitive he is, partly because it feels so good, even though he's overstimulated. "I don't see why you can't." He groans. "Don't stop. Jesus Christ."