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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]

God help him, but he loves when Lee looks at him like that -- when his extraordinary eyes are liquid with tears. Knowing what Lee wants out of this, what he needs, George ignores the lube for a moment, sucking his middle finger instead and rubbing it over Lee's hole before he starts to work it into him.

"Maybe at first."

[atehimrightup]

He’s able to catch a glimpse of George sucking on his finger before he drops his head again, moaning softly as that finger presses into him. His body is so used to this by now that one finger doesn’t even hurt anymore, and only makes him hungry for more.

As he lays there with his ass in the air, he imagines what it would be like if this were really his first time experiencing this, and he groans softly.

“It’s not going to fit,” he says again, leaning into it and shaking his head even as he rocks back against the intrusion of George’s finger.

[gallowseyes]

"Don't worry," says George, fucking Lee with that finger, slapping his thigh with his free hand. "I'll make it fit. Like I said, it might hurt at first, but I'm sure you'll get used to it."

He starts to press a second finger in alongside the first.

[atehimrightup]

The second finger burns a little with only spit to ease the way. It’s not enough to really hurt but Lee whimpers as if it does, curling his toes and pressing his shoulders harder against the bed, muffling his soft cries with the duvet.

He doesn’t tell George that this is already more prep than he got the first time, that even this character he’s playing is kinder. He doesn’t want George to feel bad for him, or to stop.

Breathing in deep, he slides his arms down to rest along his sides, grabbing at his own ankles.

[gallowseyes]

He loves the way Lee moves, how he can read desperation read in his every angle. He pulls his fingers out of Lee's arse. Normally, he'd take more time to prep him but that's not really the game that they're playing here. Instead, he opens the lube and slicks his cock and rubs the head against Lee's hole.

"Tell me you want it," he instructs.

[atehimrightup]

George nudges the fat head of his cock against his hole and Lee has to bite his lip so hard it almost bleeds to not give in, instead swiveling his hips a little.

“You’re the one who wants it,” Lee says in a low voice, because this George might like a servant with a little fire in him, he thinks. “You’re the one who had me dragged out of bed because you wanted to use me like a toy.”

He turns his head to smirk over his shoulder, then forces his expression into one of contrary defiance.

“It’s you who wants me,” he says with a challenging quirk of his brow. “My Lord.”

[gallowseyes]

"Oh, it's like that, is it?" says George, pausing with the head of his cock still against Lee's hole. He considers his next move, what the man he's pretending to be would do. "You're lucky I don't put a bridle on you."

He slaps Lee's arse again. "Maybe I ought to gag you."

[atehimrightup]

He’s expecting the spanking and he turns his head into the bedding to hide his smile, practically snickering to himself before breathing in and regaining his composure, turning his head again.

“Gag me, spank me, threaten me all you want,” Lee replies, rocking his ass a little. “What I don’t hear is you denying it, my Lord.”

He gets up on his hands and knees and tries to crawl away from him, mostly just to see what George will do. “All the willing bodies in this castle and you want me.”

[gallowseyes]

He'd been feeling things out, mentioning the gag, and, when Lee repeats it back at him, he takes that as permission. When Lee starts to crawl away, George leans and grabs him, dragging him back to the stop and pushing him down with a hand on the back of his head.

"Be still," he says. "Or I'll tie you down."

[atehimrightup]

George grabs him by the hips and yanks him back, and it makes Lee shudder with pleasure. Lee doesn’t generally like being reminded of how slight he is, but all that goes out the window when it’s George manhandling him.

Lee’s face is shoved roughly into the bedding and he groans, reaching over his head and clawing at the sheets and he rocks backward. He otherwise remains still, except to rest his other wrist at the small of his back.

“Yes, sir,” he breathes out, turning his head to the side as best he can with George’s fingers twisted in his hair. “Maybe I’ll be so good that you’ll want to keep me instead of sending me back down to muck out the stalls.”

[gallowseyes]

"Anything's possible," says George, letting go of Lee's hair and reaching for his other arm instead, pulling it back so that he can trap Lee's wrists in the small of his back. With his other hand, he steadies his cock, and starts to push it into Lee's arse without another word.

[atehimrightup]

When George grabs his wrists in one strong hand, Lee isn’t surprised. What does surprise him is how George shoves his cock into him with barely spit easing the way. It effectively silences him and when he whimpers in pain, it’s real.

It’s a sharp sting because George is very much not small, and it knocks the air from his lungs as he groans and squirms. He gulps down some air and groans, doing his best to relax and bear down against the intrusion.

It hurts, but he likes it because it makes his head empty of everything else. It makes his whole body feel like it’s throbbing, and he’s so turned on that he can barely breathe.

“Oh my god,” he grits out, shoving his face into the mattress and practically squealing.

[gallowseyes]

He's not entirely sure he hasn't gone too far, and Lee's reaction doesn't entirely reassure him. For a moment, he can't tell. His cock buried in Lee's arse, he's still for a moment, and he strokes the pad of his thumb against the inside of Lee's wrist. It's not the first time he's done that, used it as shorthand, a non-verbal way to check in.

[atehimrightup]

Lee is so keyed up that it takes a moment for him to register what George is doing, and when he does it makes warmth surge through him. He’s overwhelmed with pleasure and affection, and Lee turns his head as he shifts one of his hands into a brief thumbs up and twists his wrist until he’s able to touch George’s arm in return, touched by the gesture.

He rocks his ass back against George’s hips once, just to confirm that he’s okay, and lets out a shuddering sigh as he relaxes against the bed.

“I’m yours now,” he all but slurs out, cheek pressed to the linens. “You’ve claimed me.”

[gallowseyes]

He's reassured by the little touch and the gesture, the way Lee moves, and what he says. He rocks his hips, sliding almost all of the way out of him before he pushes back in, slowly, making sure that he can feel every inch.

"That's right," he says. "Mine, to do whatever I want with."

[atehimrightup]

George fucks him with the full length of his cock and the drag of it makes him feel like all his nerves are on fire. It’s not wet enough, but it makes it feel all the more real.

“Yours,” Lee murmurs clenching his fists where they’re trapped behind his back. “Am I all that you’d hoped I’d be, my Lord?”

[gallowseyes]

"I knew you were something rare the first time I saw you," says George, and he isn't entirely sure that he isn't still playing the game that a moment. He rocks his hips once more and then pulls his cock out of Lee's body, reaching for the lube.

"Keep your hands there," he says.

[atehimrightup]

It’s such a George thing to say, in character or not, that Lee has to turn his head to hide a smile. It falls away as soon as George pulls out of him and he furrows his brow, keeping his wrists crossed at the small of his back as he turns his head again.

“Why did you stop?” He lets out a needy little whimper. “Did I do something wrong?”

[gallowseyes]

"You didn't do anything wrong," says George, his voice soft and soothing. "To the contrary, in fact."

He slicks his cock, squeezes lube directly into Lee's hole and works it into him with two fingers. He repositions his cock and starts to slide it back into Lee's arse, more smoothly this time.

"A reward for my new slut."

[atehimrightup]

The low timbre of George’s voice washes over him and Lee breathes out, feeling instantly soothed. He used to think that he loved music more than anything, but none of it has ever compared to the sound of George’s voice when it’s aimed at Lee, all low and fond. That’s his favorite sound in the world.

As much as he enjoyed the slow burn of George’s cock, it’s a relief when he adds the lube. Lee barely has time to register his fingers before George’s cock is sinking into him again, smooth and slick and still so fucking big.

He lets out a low, drawn out groan, curling his toes and flexing his fists where they’re still resting behind his back. “Thank you, my Lord.”

[gallowseyes]

Lee reacts immediately, viscerally, and George can't help an out of character grin where he knows he won't be seen. He gives Lee a moment to adjust and then he starts to fuck him with firm, long strokes.

"You'll have to think of a way to thank me for the reward," he says.

[atehimrightup]

There’s a few moments where Lee forgets about the game entirely, lost in the sensation of being fucked so thoroughly. It’s mind numbing in the best possible way, and he lets himself relax into it, ass tilted up shamelessly as his cock drools onto the sheets.

His eyes open only when George speaks again and he smirks to himself, shifting his shoulders a bit and then letting out a whimper as he slips back into it. At this point, his timid little stable boy is getting exactly what he wanted all along.

“The girls in the kitchen fight over whose mouth you like best,” Lee says breathlessly, grunting as a thrust lands particularly well. “I bet I could do better if you teach me how.”

[gallowseyes]

"Oh I bet they do," says George, even though there would never have been any such conversations about him in real life. "And I bet you could, given proper instruction." He lands a swat on Lee's arse as he fucks him. "You've got a verb pretty mouth."

[atehimrightup]

If he’s really this stable boy, there’s no way that he’s going back to those servant’s quarters to clean up horse shit, not now that he knows what it’s like to be in this bed. To be favored. He’d do anything to make sure he stays right here.

He hisses when George slaps him again, shivering as the pain crackles under his skin and goes straight to his cock. Lee has gotten a lot louder over the course of being with George, far less likely to try and bite back noise like he used to. Now, he doesn’t try at all. He leans into it, whimpering and moaning, and he twists so he can look at George with wet eyes and a pouty expression, tongue wetting his bottom lip.

“I’m a very quick study, sir,” he purrs out, mouth falling open on another moan.

[gallowseyes]

"Mmmmm," says George, finding his rhythm now, fucking Lee hard enough to rock him forward on his knees with every thrust. "Don't worry. I'll teach you everything you need to know to be a perfect little slut."