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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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[atehimrightup]

George’s hand settles on his head, firmly keeping him right where he belongs, and Lee finally lets his eyelids flutter closed so he can just exist in this moment, taking it all in. It’s strangely peaceful in its intensity.

It isn’t until his lungs truly start to ache that he opens his eyes again, throat spasming around George’s cock as his body instinctively tries to breathe.

[gallowseyes]

He holds Lee there until his shoulders spasm and then he takes his hand away, letting him pull back.

"You did so well," he says, smiling. "Get on all fours on the bed. I want to give you a reward."

[atehimrightup]

Lee sucks in a breath as soon as he’s able, blinking tears out of his eyes and staring up at George in a daze. Then George praises him and he smiles boyishly, cheeks round and nose crinkling as a flush runs down to his chest.

“Okay,” he breathes out, turning as he gets to his feet. His legs are unsteady and he huffs out a laugh, crawling onto the bed on all fours and moving, cat-like, to the center of it before looking over his shoulder. “Like this?”

[gallowseyes]

"Spread your legs wider," he says, reaching for the lube so that he can slick more over his cock. "I'm going to fuck you until I come inside you. And then you're going to thank my."

[atehimrightup]

“Yes, my Lord,” Lee says with a whimper, shifting his knees wider apart and tilting his hips, presenting himself in a way that makes his cheeks burn red.

George doesn’t mention making him come, but Lee bites his lip and doesn’t mention it. He just has to hope that he does such a good job that he earns it.

“I’ll be good, sir,” he croaks out, surprised by the deep rasp in his voice. “I’ll earn my keep.”

[gallowseyes]

"I know you will," says George, lining up his cock and pushing into Lee in one smooth thrust. "I'll teach you how to do all the depraved things that a good slut should know. Don't worry."

[atehimrightup]

It’s not a surprise when George sinks into him all at once, but Lee still yelps. Every single time that first push takes him by surprise, like he’ll never get used to it. Please, God, never let him get used to this.

“How can I be a slut when I’m only meant for one person?” Lee rasps out as he clenches down around George’s cock experimentally, moving his hips in a lazy figure eight. “You broke me in, my Lord. I do hope that means that I’m yours to keep.”

[gallowseyes]

"You are. Mine to keep," says George, and he means it for every possible version of them. "But that doesn't mean you can't learn to debase yourself. Just for my pleasure."

He starts to fuck Lee, slow and lazy.

[atehimrightup]

Lee can’t help but to grin at that, nose scrunching as George pulls nearly all the way out of him and then sinks back in, all in no hurry. He loves it like this.

“I think I’m starting to get the hang of it,” he says breathlessly, letting his head fall between his shoulders, curls tumbling forward to expose the nape of his neck. The bruise George left on his birthday is still there, yellow and brown by now and almost gone entirely.

“You could have just asked me nicely and I probably would have let you,” Lee drawls out with a smirk, teasing him. “You didn’t have to be such a brute about it, my Lord. I’m very agreeable.”

As if Lee didn’t love every single second of it.

[gallowseyes]

"Wouldn't have been so much fun that way," says George, smoothing his hand along Lee's spine, thumbing that fading bruise. "You were so pretty in your protestations. You do seem to be taking to it now, though."

[atehimrightup]

The bruise isn’t tender anymore, which Lee had been a little disappointed to realize. He likes pressing on the bruises that George leaves on him. It’s such a good kind of hurt, and it always calms his anxiety. So no, it’s not tender, but Lee still knows that it’s there and he shivers as George presses his thumb to it.

“It seems as if it would be in my best interests to let you use me, my Lord,” he says in a playfully prim voice, as if what was currently being done to him felt like nothing more than a chore. “But I can put up a fight if that pleases you.”

[gallowseyes]

"It would please me sometimes," he says, because they both know that's true. "But sometimes, I'd like you pliable." He leans forward, reaching underneath to curl his fingers around Lee's cock, giving him something to rock into. "Available and easy to fuck as the whim hits me."

[atehimrightup]

“Variety is the spice of life, sir,” Lee quips, but then George gives him a reach around, strong hand curling around his cock. Lee can feel the unyielding warm metal of George’s ring as he fucks into that tight grip and it makes him moan.

“The stables are awfully far away for me to be so readily available, my Lord,” he says in a low, simpering voice that rasps enough to remind them both what he had just done. “Perhaps a new position for me in the castle would be better for this situation.”

He thinks George would appreciate his bargaining skills. “I’m sure you’d find the smell better, too.”

[gallowseyes]

"I don't mind the smell of honest work," says George, still fucking Lee, hands firm on Lee's hips. "I could always have you hosed down before you're brought to me."

[atehimrightup]

“A wet dog versus a purring cat,” Lee says with a laugh, rolling his eyes fondly. “Your choice, sir.”

He rocks between George’s cock and his hand, groaning and shifting his knees to give himself more leverage to shove himself back a little harder. The angle changes enough so that George’s cock hits his prostate dead on and it feels so good that it’s not hard to pretend that it’s like the first time that’s ever happened to him.

Hell, George remembers what he looked like the real first time. He was there.

[gallowseyes]

"It'll depend what mood I'm in," says George, squeezing Lee's cock, twisting his hips to fuck into him just so. "I'll have you learn to fuck every way I want you to fuck. You can spend hours practising just how to use your mouth everywhere I tell you to put it."

[atehimrightup]

“I look forward to our lessons, my Lord,” Lee drawls out, letting out a guttural moan as George hits that spot over and over again. His cock lurches in George’s fist and Lee hisses, belly tightening.

“I— it feels too good,” he gasps out, because right now he’s a sweet and pure boy and the intensity of his impending orgasm is surely more than he knows what to do with. He yelps and tries half-heartedly to crawl forward, like he’s trying to get away. “It’s so much.”

[gallowseyes]

It's performance, George knows that, but he still growls when Lee tries to shift away from him. His hands tighten, keeping him where he is, his cock driving into him.

"And you're going to take it."

[atehimrightup]

The sound George makes is almost enough to send him over the edge, not to mention his firm hands and the way he fucks Lee like he owns him. It all feels so good and he grits his teeth, trying to hold on, but the heat in his belly builds and builds until it can’t be denied.

He comes with a loud yelp, hips jerking as he shoves himself back onto George’s cock and shoots all over the sheets, whimpering and trembling all over.

[gallowseyes]

Lee comes hard and George fucks him through it, one hand still curled around his cock, the other on his hip to keep him in place. He's almost there himself -- he can already feel that it won't take much longer. .

"Stay right there," he says.

[atehimrightup]

George holds his hips aloft but Lee drops to his elbows, hands outstretched in front of him as he nods and drops his head. He can’t imagine trying to anywhere right now, not in any universe.

“Yes, my Lord,” he breathes out, moaning softly. “Use me however you’d like.”

[gallowseyes]

George keeps up a firm, deep rhythm, both hands on Lee's hips now, holding him immobile as he fucks him. He can feel it getting closer, almost teetering on the edge.

"Tell me how my cock feels," he says.

[atehimrightup]

Lee grins to himself at the command, pleased as always by how much George likes hearing him talk. He knows what his voice sounds like right now, low and raspy from his raw throat.

“It’s so big, so hot inside me. I don’t know how you made it fit,” he says in a breathy pant with just an edge of a whine, like he’s overwhelmed. It’s laying on thick for show, but it’s certainly not hard to do. “It feels like I could choke on it.”

He swallows thickly, fingers twisting in the sheets as he tilts his hips in a way that’s so slutty that he knows George will be proud. “It— it does feel good, my Lord. I like it. I like your cock.”

[gallowseyes]

It's not so much what Lee says but the way that he says it that pushes George over the edge. The rasp in his voice that, from experience, George knows will last all through the next day. He loves hearing that note in Lee's voice and knowing exactly why it's there.

He comes hard, with a wordless shout.

[atehimrightup]

Lee can tell when George is about to come by the way he goes tense and his fingers dig into Lee’s hips, pressing skin into bone. He hums encouragingly and presses his hips back, moaning when he feels George’s cock twitch and pulse inside of him. It’s so incredibly satisfying every single time.

“Thank you, my Lord,” he breathes out, shifting down to his shoulders and tilting his hips further, ass propped up to keep both George and his come inside of him for as long as he can.