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Lee cooks so George washes dishes. The first time, he'd had no idea, really, what he was doing but he's done it enough times that he finds it almost therapeutic -- the hot water and the soap suds and soft music playing in the other room. When he goes out, he wears nicely tailored, well cut things but, when they're at home, he cares less. He's pretty sure that the t-shirt he's wearing is actually Lee's; it fits more snuggly across his shoulders, but it's soft, and he likes the way it smells.

He sets a plate in the draining rack and reaches for another.

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atehimrightup

It took a while for Lee to get used to having someone else so in his space during the quieter, more domestic moments where he’s used to being alone. Now it feels as easy as breathing to light a candle on the mantle and join George in the kitchen, sidling up next to him and reaching for a dish towel.

“I liked that recipe,” he muses, leaning over to press a kiss to George’s cheek before he grabs the plate to dry it. “Thanks for being my guinea pig.”

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gallowseyes

George had seen a guinea pig once, at court, cradled in the arms of some lady or another. The first time Lee had called him that, he'd been deeply confused, but then Lee had explained it and, after that, it had made marginally more sense.

"Always a pleasure," he says, smiling. "It was delicious."

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atehimrightup

“Good.” They wash and dry together and Lee bites his lip, weight shifting as he gears himself up. This is as good a time as any, he supposes.

“There was something I wanted to talk to you about,” he says, immediately wrinkling his nose at how dire that sounds. “A date night idea.”

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gallowseyes

"Oh?" says George, glancing across at him. His hair is longer than it was ages home and it's tumbled across his forehead. Hands wet, he brushes it back with his wrist. He raises an eyebrow. "Enlighten me."

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atehimrightup

Lee looks over and smiles at the sight of some suds clinging to George’s hair. It spills over his forehead now, and Lee loves it. He reaches over to wipe the suds away, fingertips brushing over his arched brow.

“Well, you know Alex,” he begins, even though George doesn’t know her, really. He hasn’t met her outside of that one time when he was collared, but he’s heard plenty of stories from Lee.

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gallowseyes

"In passing, yes," says George, smiling at the casual, affectionate touch. "I've had my mouth on her cunt, at least." He grins. "You know I don't mind you going to see her. Although quite how that feeds into a date night, I'm not sure." He looks up from the plate in his hands. "Does one of you want me to watch?" He arches an eyebrow. "Both?"

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atehimrightup

“Yes, I think I recall that,” he says with a chuckle, nodding as George assures him that he doesn’t mind. Lee knows that, and that’s why he’s bringing this up at all. Hell, if George gave any hint of him minding, Lee would put a stop to it immediately.

He laughs and shakes his head, taking the last plate from George and drying it so he can put it away. Once the dishes are gone, Lee unplugs the sink and then takes George’s hands in his own, drying each one.

“It’s her birthday soon,” he says, leaning in to give George a soft kiss, smiling against his mouth. “And you know how good I am at birthdays.”

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gallowseyes

His hands dried, George slips one arm around Lee's waist and tugs him in closer, their hips fitting neatly together.

"I do recall you being quite good at birthdays, yes," he says. "What do you have in mind?"

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atehimrightup

George pulls him in and Lee smiles, resting his hands on George’s hips. He had thought it might be awkward to bring this up but it’s not, really.

“Well, I thought we could give her both of us,” he says with a smile, kissing George’s chin. “At the same time. I have it on good authority that she’d like that.”

He smiles and nips playfully at the spot he’s just kissed. “And I wouldn’t hate it, either.”

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gallowseyes

"I bet you wouldn't," says George, one hand slipping down to palm Lee's ass, fondly. "Gremlin." He kisses the end of Lee's nose. "I'm open to the idea. Come and sit and tell me what that looks like, in your head?"

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atehimrightup

He lets out a soft growl when George calls him a gremlin, crinkling his nose when it’s kissed and then laughing.

“You just want to hear me dirty talk,” he teases, laughing as he takes George’s hand and leads him toward the sofa, dropping down onto it and pulling George with him. They’re facing together, turned in with a leg tucked up on the sofa, and Lee puts a hand on George’s thigh, leaning in for another kiss.

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gallowseyes

"I always want to hear you talk dirty, and you know it," says George, settling into the sofa, leaning in when Lee does for a kiss. "But I also want to know what I'm agreeing to."

He hasn't agreed yet, not fully, but they both know it's likely.

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atehimrightup

“You don’t have to agree to anything,” Lee assures him, sliding his hand up and down George’s thigh. “I haven’t said anything to her. It’s just an idea I had.” He smiles softly, looking almost bashful. “We all had fun together.”

His fingers twist in the hem of the tee George is wearing, tugging on it w little. “I was picturing you collared, but that’s up you.”

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gallowseyes

George thinks about that for a second, smiling at the way Lee tugs on his shirt. "I could be collared," he says. He had been his last time with Alex after all. "Is this at the club again, or..?"

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atehimrightup

“Nah, her place,” Lee tells him, sliding his hand under George’s shirt to touch his stomach, dragging his nails lightly through the short hair there. “In her weird giant mansion.”

He laughs and circles his fingertips around George’s navel, feeling his cheeks go hot. “She likes when I get bossy, too. Not that she’d admit it.”

Smiling, he lifts his other hand to curl it around the back of George’s neck, letting his expression shift into something a little more seductive, thumbing at the dip below his lower lip. “I keep thinking about watching you eat her out. Watching you suck on her tits.”

His gaze shifts from George’s mouth to his eyes. “Watching you two do whatever I tell you to do to each other.”

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gallowseyes

"This sounds like more of a present for you," he says, though he can't deny that the thought of it goes straight to his cock. "I can only imagine how much you'd enjoy that." His tone is amused. "Two people rutting and sending debasing themselves just for you.". His thumb brushes along Lee's cheekbone. "You're blushing, by the way."

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atehimrightup

“Shut up. You’re blushing,” Lee retorts with a laugh, turning his head to press a kiss to the inside of George’s wrist. “As much as I’d enjoy it, that’s not really the present.”

He reaches out to put his hand on George’s chest, feeling the soft cotton of his own shirt under his fingertips. He loves when George wears his clothes almost as much as he loves raiding George’s closet.

“She’s left some very strong hints about wanting to use toys on us,” Lee tells him, brow knitting a bit. Now he knows he’s blushing. “I know we have our arrangement. If it were real and not a toy, I wouldn’t even consider it.”

He means that. He made a promise to George and he had no intention of breaking it. He has absolutely no desire to break it. But Alex feels different. “I wanted to see how you’d feel about it. If it’s something you’d want to try with me. Because if I do it, I want to do it with you there or not at all.”

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gallowseyes

"Oh, I see," he says, lifting his hand to cover Lee's on his chest. "You're asking whether I'd be happy to watch you get fucked by someone else." He thinks about it for a moment, how it might feel to be collared and watching that happen. He nods. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't like the idea."

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atehimrightup

“Well, partly,” he says with a laugh, watching as George gives it thought and marveling all over again at how easy it is to talk to him. The response makes him laugh, and then he tilts his head curiously.

“Not just someone else. Her specifically, with a toy,” he says, watching George’s face and reaching up to tuck a curl behind his ear. “I wouldn’t— you wouldn’t want to watch me get fucked by other guys, right?”

He sort of regrets the question as soon as he asks it, because he’s pretty sure he knows the answer. Maybe he just wants to hear it.

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gallowseyes

George leans in to press a kiss against Lee's lips. He knows about his oast, knows what sex with men had been like before they met. He also knows what they mean to each other. He shakes his head.

"While I think watching you would be beautiful," he says. "No. I don't want to see that. But she's different."

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atehimrightup

Lee feels a little stupid how much he likes that reassurance, but he does. It puts him at ease instantly, and he likes that he’s made himself clear and confirmed that they’re on the same page. It’s okay to do that sometimes.

“Okay, good,” he says with a smile, kissing him again and then sitting back a little, sliding his hand up to the side of George’s neck.

“What about you?” He asks, feeling his grin widen into something more playful. “You ever get fucked by a hot girl with a strap-on while your boyfriend watched before?”

He doesn’t even realize that he intended to use that word until it was out of his mouth, but he only laughs.

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gallowseyes

It's not a word that George is entirely familiar with, but the implication is clear, and he feels warmth bloom through him in response.

"While I had some experience with toys, as you put it sometimes," he says. "I have to say no." His next words are carefully picked. "That...would be a first."

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atehimrightup

“Okay, you’ll have to tell me more about what seventeenth century sex toys were like sometime,” Lee says with a very genuine look of curiosity. “We’re definitely putting a pin in that.”

He smiles as George speaks so deliberately, a with such obvious intent. If he wanted to rile Lee up, it’s working. But two can play that game.

“So, If I wanted to put you on your hands and knees, and have her fuck you while you choked on my cock,” he begins almost casually, stroking his fingertips along George’s jaw. “You’d be into that? Getting fucked from both ends while in your pretty collar?”

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gallowseyes

Lee knows exactly what he's doing. George's face flushes at the thought of it, his cock filling against his thigh. He hasn't spent as much time with Alex as Lee has, but he can still picture her -- sharp lines and soft curves and that mess of beautiful tattoos.

"Yes," he says. "I'd...be into that."

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atehimrightup

“Okay, good,” Lee tells him, breathing in deep as the scent of George’s arousal fills the room with musk and spice. “So, you want to? With your collar? She may make suggestions but it’s only me you have to listen to when you have your collar on.”

George doesn’t have the collar on now, but Lee feels as possessive as if he did, even while talking about sharing him. “I may let her have use of you for the night but you’re still mine. Just mine.”