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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]

"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."

[atehimrightup]

It’s so fucking good, each thrust striking his prostate in a way that makes him see stars. Even if this had started out poorly, within the context of the game, the stable boy is fully in it now. Nothing that feels this good could be bad.

“Yes, my Lord,” Lee pants out, keeping his spine twisted enough to be able to glance over his shoulder so he can see George, and George can see his face. It feels so good that Lee’s eyes get misty and he doesn’t bother trying to hide it, whimpering softly. “I want to please you.”

[gallowseyes]

"You will," says George, his hips snapping, one hand smoothing along Lee's spine. Lee looks beautiful like this, his eyes teary, his hair dark against the white of the sheet. "You do." He wants to kiss Lee powerfully, right then, but there'll be plenty of time for that.

[atehimrightup]

George touches him, hand sliding down his spine, and Lee shivers and moans. With the way he’s bent over himself, shoulders pinned to the bed, all he can really do is lie there and take it.

And it’s so, so good.

“I want to be yours,” he pants out, reaching his hands back until his fingers brush through the soft curls at the base of George’s cock every time he sinks into him. “I want to be your favorite.”

[gallowseyes]

What George doesn't say, because it's not part of the game, is that he's never felt like he does about Lee about anyone else, not ever in his life.

Lee reaches for him, fingers brushing against his crotch as they fuck and George can't help but grin.

"That's something you can earn," he says.

[atehimrightup]

“I will,” Lee says with determination, because he knows he can. He’s already done it in real life somehow, which feels like a miracle. George could have anyone he wanted, but he wants Lee.

“Are you coming to come inside of me?” Lee asks in a simpering voice, clenching down around George’s cock to give him an even tighter channel to fuck. “Please, my Lord. I want to make you come.”

[gallowseyes]

"I'm debating," says George and that much, at least, is true. "Whether to come in your arse or to put you on your knees and have you suck." He smirks. "Maybe you should get a taste."

[atehimrightup]

Lee makes a big show of gasping, like the idea of it is shocking. Like it doesn’t make him squirm with need.

“After where it’s been?” He asks in an innocent voice, biting his lip both to entice George and to keep from smiling. “That’s filthy.”

[gallowseyes]

"Perhaps," says George, and he's smirking when he shifts, pulling his cock out of Lee's arse, and curling his fingers around it instead, squeezing.

"Get on your knees."

[atehimrightup]

Lee lets out a mournful sound when he finds himself suddenly so empty, and it takes him a moment to remember how to move his limbs. Eventually he gets off the bed and turns around, sinking down onto his knees and leaning back against the mattress, cock hard and jutting out from his body.

George’s cock is in his face and Lee imagines really seeing it for the first time, in this context. Gently teasing George about his giant dick is one of Lee’s favorite things to do.

“The kitchen girls weren’t lying,” he pants out, licking his lips and resting his hands on his thighs, careful not to touch George or himself without being told to. “I thought they were exaggerating.”

[gallowseyes]

"I imagine that they do. Perhaps about other things." He barely restrains himself from a fond roll of his eyes.

"Open your mouth and stick out you tongue," he says. "Let's see if you approve of the taste of my cock, too."

[atehimrightup]

Lee shivers at the command and swallows hard before immediately complying, spreading his knees and rocking back on his haunches. He stares up at George with wide eyes that manage to convey nervous desire.

Then his gaze drops to George’s cock and so much saliva gathers on his tongue that it drips from the end of it. He’s so eager to prove himself that he leans forward and drags his tongue over the head of George’s cock, humming at the taste of him.

[gallowseyes]

Perhaps, George ought to admonish him for not waiting for instructions, but the swipe of Lee's tongue feels so good that he can't bring himself to do it.

"Put your mouth on it," he instructs. "Suck it."

[atehimrightup]

George’s pretty hand is wrapped around his pretty cock, and he’s bossing Lee around in that absurd voice, and it all makes him feel a little like he’s going go melt into the floor. He nods and looks at the head of his cock as if sizing it up.

“As you wish, my Lord,” he says in a husky voice, pressing a kiss to the head of his cock to make his lips shine with the pearly fluid leaking from the slit. He keeps his eyes wide and pouty as he stares up at George’s face, brow furrowed slightly as if he’s hesitant. It’s some of his best acting, he thinks, because he’s not sure that he’s ever wanted anything more in his life.

He opens his mouth and lets the tip of George’s cock slide along his tongue, curling his lips around it just under the head and suckling at it almost gently.

[gallowseyes]

He almost laughs at the look on Lee's face, it's so carefully studied. The man on his knees in front of him could so easily be some blushing virgin, only George has personally experienced what has felt like Lee sucking his soul out through his cock multiple times.

"You can do better than that," he chides, almost gently. "More."

[atehimrightup]

Lee hums and nods a little, digging his fingertips into his thighs to keep from reaching out to touch him. He opens his mouth wider and covers his teeth, slurping noisily at his cock and starting to bob his head.

He doesn’t take him very deep, not yet, stopping when his lips are stretched wide around the fattest part of his cock and then pulling back again. It’s messy, with spit rolling down his chin, and he doesn’t look away from George’s face the entire time.

[gallowseyes]

There's something about the fact that Lee moves so tentatively and the look in his eyes when he does it that drives George wild. He draws in a breath through his nose.

"Keep going," he says. "Until you gag. I want to see how much of it you can fit in that pretty mouth."