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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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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.”

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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."

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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?”

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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?"

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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.

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gallowseyes

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

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

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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.”

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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."

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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.”

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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.

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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.”

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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."

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atehimrightup

“Me neither,” he gasps out, thinking again on what he thought he heard George say before and wondering if he heard correctly. He’s too afraid to ask, and convinces himself that he must have misheard. Right?

“Oh, are you making demands now, pet?” Lee teases, but he’s smiling wide and kissing him again, biting at his chin as he growls softly and tries to stave off his inevitable orgasm for just a bit longer.

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gallowseyes

"I am," says George, still a little breathless from coming so hard. "I do."

He might still be wearing the collar, but he's all but forgotten it, now. His entire world is the man on top of him. Nothing else is.

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atehimrightup

“Well, you are very spoiled,” Lee grunts out, smudging his mouth against George’s jaw as he reaches past him to brace his hand against the arm of the sofa, rocking into George again and again, gasping against his skin.

He feels overwhelmed, both physically and emotionally, like something inside of him is being rewritten. It feels like he’s different now, changed irrevocably because of meeting George. No matter what happens, his life is forever altered. There’s no coming back from this.