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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]

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."

[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.

[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.

[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.