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[gallowseyes]

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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[gallowseyes]

This time, instead of tracing Lee's lip, George slides two fingers into his mouth, the touch possessive enough to be almost aggressive. He rubs them over Lee's tongue and then hooks the corner of his mouth, distending it slightly. He's never touched Lee quite like this before.

[atehimrightup]

He’s half expecting it, but George shoves his fingers into Lee’s mouth with such force that he gags a little, and his cheeks go burning red at how humiliating that is, and how hot he finds it.

It also stirs something up inside of him, making him remember how it felt to be treated like an object by a man who thought that wanting him meant he could have him. But just like with the biting, this is something else. A nicer memory to try and rewire his brain with.

He wants it badly, but makes himself jerk his head back and look up at George with confusion. “I don’t understand.”

[gallowseyes]

"You will," says George, pushing his fingers into Lee's hair to hold his head still. "You're going to do as you're told. Suck what I give you to suck. Fuck what I tell you to fuck. And, maybe, if I'm pleased, you'll still have work and a roof over your head."

[atehimrightup]

Jesus Christ. George is so good at this, but Lee knows that he wasn’t like this. He wouldn’t force someone. The notion of it is silly.

But this is a game, and Lee shivers as George grabs his hair, hissing mostly for show.

“But sir, I’ve never—“ He swallows hard, fingers clenched behind his back. “I don’t know how to please you. I’ve never been touched.”

And then, just to make it dirtier. “I’m saving myself, my Lord.”

[gallowseyes]

George laughs at that.

"Saving yourself? For what?" He shakes his head. "You just have to do what I tell you to do." He twists his fingers in Lee's hair. "Open your mouth again."

[atehimrightup]

George laughs and Lee has to resist the urge to do the same, because it’s such a silly notion. It’s easy to stay in character when George pulls out his hair, and he lets out a pained whimper and squirms a little.

He keeps his mouth closed stubbornly for a moment, as if he’s at war with himself, and then finally lets it fall open.

There’s no other choice for him to make, after all.

[gallowseyes]

This time, it's three fingers he pushes into Lee's mouth, wide enough to stretch his mouth slightly. He keeps the firm hold on his hair.

"Suck."

[atehimrightup]

George has such nice hands, big and strong, and Lee’s lashes flutter a little as he shoves three fingers into his mouth so forcefully, stretching his lips. He lets out another soft whimper and tries to tip his head back to catch a glimpse of George, but the hand in his hair holds him firm.

He whimpers again, wriggling slightly, and then starts to suck on his thick fingers, tonguing at the whorls of his fingertips.

[gallowseyes]

He lets Lee suck on his fingers for a long moment before he pulls them free, wiping spit on Lee's cheeks. He lets go of his hair and walks around him. They'll be going to the bedroom soon enough, but he's got a free ideas first.

He sits down on the couch. "Strip."

[atehimrightup]

George finally walks around to the front of him and Lee gets the whole image, taking in the loose gray shirt and soft looking dark blue pants. He looks beautiful, and Lee is so distracted that it takes a moment for him to remember what they’re doing.

“Yes, my Lord.” He nods and gets to his feet, doing his best to look hesitant and shy as he pulls off his shirt and then his jeans, pushing them down along with his underwear. He kicks the clothing aside and stands with his hands cupped in front of his crotch, hiding his erection.

[gallowseyes]

It's a nice touch, the hands cupped on front of his cock and George doesn't have to fake the smirk that pulls at his mouth.

"Get your hands out of the way. Put them behind your head."

[atehimrightup]

Lee pouts for a moment, really laying it on thick. His jaw works and then he slowly lifts his hands and links them behind his head. He keeps his chin up and refuses to look down, as if embarrassed by how hard he is and not wanting it acknowledged.

“Yes, sir,” he breathes out, swallowing hard and straightening his spine.

[gallowseyes]

He knows that the resistance is all pretence, but it sends a flare of heat through him, all the same. Lee lifts his hands and George's eyes drop, lingering on the flushed length of his hard cock.

"Turn around," he says. "Show me your arse."

[atehimrightup]

The commanding tone sends a shiver down his spine and Lee slowly turns on his heel, showing George his backside. There isn’t much to look at, if you ask him, but George seems to enjoy it.

“I don’t understand,” he says in a breathy tone, like he’s nervous and excited and mad about being excited all at once. “There are plenty of maids who would be thrilled to be in my place.”

[gallowseyes]

"And there have been maids before," says George, tilting his head as Lee turns, studying him. He never gets bored of looking at him. "But, tonight, it's you. Bend over."

[atehimrightup]

“Bend over for what? What are you going to do to me?” Lee asks in a breathy whimper of a voice that’s so unlike him. It’s so much fun, and his heart is pounding.

“Is this because of how I looked at you the other day?” He continues, spreading his legs a little and bending and the waist, keeping his legs straight. “It was rude. I apologize. I don’t know what came over me.”

[gallowseyes]

"Nothing. Yet." George shifts, stretching out one leg to nudge Lee's wider apart with one foot. The position frames his cock and balls beautifully and George lets him stay in that position for a long moment.

"I saw that look. And I know what a look like that means." He lifts his foot, nudging Lee's bare arse with his toes. "Reach back and spread. Show me."

[atehimrightup]

“It didn’t mean anything. You’re the master of this house. Of course I’m going to look at you,” Lee argues, gasping softly at the command as if he’s horrified.

“You want to see there? Why?” Lee plays into the innocence of it all, biting back a smile where George can’t see. He makes himself huff and lets go of the back of his head to grab his ass cheeks instead, making a big show of hesitating like it’s the last thing he wants to do. But then he does it, spreading his cheeks apart to show George his hole and whimpering as if he’s embarrassed.

All he can think about is how he hasn’t bottomed in a few days, and just how tight he’ll be.

[gallowseyes]

"Why? Because I want to see where I'm going to be putting my cock, sooner or later." He shifts on the couch, palming his cock through the soft fabric of his trousers. "Get your fingers wet and rub your hole. Now."

[atehimrightup]

“What?” Lee gasps out, hips jerking as if he’s shocked and not desperately hard. He sort of wants to see what will happen if he disobeys, just a little.

“Surely you’re playing a joke on me,” he says stubbornly. “We’re men and if you want a hole to use for the evening, there are plenty all over this castle that would bend over for you willingly. I can hear them titter about it in the halls.”

He breathes in deeply and straightens up, keeping his back to George. “They want you. I don’t.”

His voice is shaking because it’s a lie. In every single universe, it’s a lie.

[gallowseyes]

Lee refuses the instruction and George grins to himself where Lee can't see him. He stands up, still fully dressed and steps in, reaching around to place his hand at Lees throat again, more firmly than before.

"I don't want a hole," he murmurs. "Because I already have one for the night. Two, even. Whether you like it or not."

[atehimrightup]

George’s hand curls around his throat and Lee’s heart leaps, cock twitching at the same time. He shivers at the words, swallowing hard just to feel that grip and letting his head fall back toward George’s shoulder.

“Is this something men do?” He pants out, reaching up to hook one hand over George’s forearm, working hard to resist the urge to rock back against him. “I— I don’t know anything about this, my Lord. Nothing at all.”

[gallowseyes]

"You'll learn," says George, squeezing Lee's throat just a little. His hard cock is pressed against Lee's arse and he rolls his hips, grinding forward, rutting against him for a moment. "I'll make you into a perfect little slut."

[atehimrightup]

“Oh God.” Lee whimpers as George rocks against him, sliding his big cock between Lee’s cheeks. He huffs and squirms, making a show of trying to get away without really trying at all.

“It’ll never fit,” he pants out, shoving his ass back against George’s hips as he tries to lean forward. “There’s no way.”

[gallowseyes]

"You'd be surprised," he murmurs, keeping up the rock of his hips, reaching around to curl his fingers around Lee's cock, squeezing and stroking, not worrying about being gentle. "I'll make it fit."