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[gallowseyes]

He wakes up slowly, in the comfortable bed and, for a moment, he doesn't know where he is. It isn't his childhood bed, for certain. It's too soft, the covers too comfortable and, more than that, someone's in it with him. At first, he thinks it must be John or Kit but, when he lifts his head, he sees tumbled dark curls and pale skin, the face turned away from him. He sits up suddenly, his hair slipping into his eyes, heart thumping in his chest.

"What the fuck is happening?" he asks, his voice trembling.
It is the strangest, most real dream.

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[atehimrightup]

The question makes Lee smile and bite his lip, staring up at George’s face as he tries to decide how to answer. He looks so eager, so willing, and it makes Lee feel a bit feral.

“You don’t owe me anything,” Lee assures him sincerely, gently tucking George’s cock back into his pants. He’s still mostly hard, which makes sense. He’s a teenager, after all. Fuck, a teenager. It’s not like Lee is all that much older, but at the same time it feels like a lifetime. “I’m glad I could make you feel good.”

George’s gaze dips to the come cooling on Lee’s chest, staring at it like it’s something forbidden, and Lee can’t help but to drag his fingertips through the mess, circling one of his nipples. Their eyes meet as Lee sucks on the tip of his middle finger, eyelashes fluttering.

“Have you ever tasted yourself?”

[gallowseyes]

Still flushed, breathing hard, distractingly turned on, George watches, wide eyed, as Lee sucks come from his finger.

He shakes his head.

"I've been tempted, but...No. Never."

[atehimrightup]

“There’s something to be said for giving into temptation,” Lee muses, dragging the tip of his index finger through the mess again almost distractedly, too busy staring at George’s mouth. It’s so obscene that it borders on absurd, and Lee can’t look away.

He feels like he’s in a daze and before he can even think of any reason why he shouldn’t, he lifts his hand and glides his fingertip across George’s bottom lip, painting it with his own come.

“Fuck,” Lee breathes out as he pulls his hand away, cheeks flushed as he swallows hard. “You’re so beautiful.”

[gallowseyes]

For a moment, his own come smeared on his lip, George freezes, unsure what to do. It's so far beyond the realm of any possible experience.

And then he licks his lip, tastes his.self, surges forward to kiss Lee on the mouth.

[atehimrightup]

There’s a brief moment where George goes still and Lee worries that he’s pushed too far, that he’s made George uncomfortable, and just the thought makes him want to fling himself out of a window.

But then George is kissing him, boyish and eager, and Lee can’t help the pleased rumble of a chuckle that he gets out between their lips. He’s not going to push George away. He’s not strong enough and if this is what George wants, if he’s the one initiating it of his own free will, Lee doesn’t really see a reason to stop it. At least none strong enough to distract him from the eager boy writhing in his lap.

George is going to be shown all of this one way or another. Wouldn’t it be better if it was by someone who loves him? No one has ever loved George like Lee does, not even his own blood. He’s certain of that.

Lee puts a hand on the back of George’s neck and kisses him back, licking into his mouth and sucking on his lower lip, clearing away the last traces of his come. “You taste so good.” He bites gently at George’s chin, kisses along his jaw until he reaches the sensitive spot on George’s neck. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

[gallowseyes]

He almost comes again, right there and then, when he feels the edges of Lee's teeth. He's had kisses, but never like this. He wraps his arms around Lee's neck, eager to kiss him again.

"I've never been told that," he says. "That I'm perfect."
The closest he's heard is what his mother said: that if she looked like him, she'd rule the fucking world.

[atehimrightup]

George shudders at that light scrape of his teeth and Lee smiles to himself as he sees a shadow of the man he'll become. He thinks of all the things he could show him, all the things that Lee could be the one to introduce him to, and his aching cock twitches where it's nestled against George's pert ass, wetness spreading across the thin fabric.

"I mean it," Lee gasps out, kissing George on the mouth a little more firmly and dropping a hand to the tent in his thin pants, wrapping his hand around George's cock through the silk. "Fuck, you're still so hard."

Lee busies himself with kissing George, licking into his mouth while stroking him through the soft silk, but his chest aches with need. His mouth waters. "Did that girl ever suck you off?"

[gallowseyes]

His hips jerk when Lee touches him again, and the added sensation of the silk is almost too much. He whimpers into Lee's mouth.

"Jenny?" he asks, and then shakes his head. "Never."

[atehimrightup]

“Fuck.” Lee has to close his eyes and tip his head back, feeling an oily flush of something like guilt, though he isn’t exactly sure why. George is young, but he isn’t a child. He knows what he wants, and Lee desperately wants to be the one to give it to him.

He wants to be the only one, and this is the closest he’ll ever get. He can’t keep George forever, not like this. But he can have him now.

His arms go around George and he lifts him easily, twisting their bodies to press him down onto his back on the sofa. He leans over him, curls spilling across his face as he stares down at George with dark, hungry eyes.

“I want to,” he admits in a ragged voice, ducking his head to take another kiss, tugging lightly at George’s bottom lip with his teeth.

[gallowseyes]

Every time Lee moves him like that, it's startling. George is tall and he's strong enough, and Lee seems to move him around like he weighs nothing at all. It's...startling.

Lee pulls back from the kiss and George nods. He can't stop staring at Lee's mouth.

"Please."

[atehimrightup]

Yeah, there’s no way he could resist this. George looks at him so pleadingly, asks him nicely with that absurd red mouth, and Lee makes a noise not entirely unlike a growl, low and needy.

“So polite,” Lee says huskily, kissing his way down the side of George’s neck as his hands slide up under his shirt, tugging the cotton up. If he’s going to do this, he’s going to do it right. He’s going to make it count. “Take this off. I want to look at all of you.”

He’s going to blow this kid’s fucking mind.

[gallowseyes]

George shrugs the unfamiliar shirt over his head and off, discarding it onto the floor as he settles back against the couch. He's blushing, but he's been naked in front of people. This part, at least, isn't new.

"Do you like it?" he asks, shyly. "What you see?"

[atehimrightup]

The question is very much the George he knows, but the shyness is new. Lee misses his George fiercely, but he’ll come back. Right now he wants to give this George everything he doesn’t even know he needs.

“Yes,” Lee says simply, gaze hungry as he takes in the sight before him. George is paler, leaner and softer, with tight little pink nipples that gave probably never been pinched, let alone pierced. The hair on his belly is softer and Lee puts his hand there, dragging his fingertips through it before leaning down to kiss his way across George’s chest, dragging his tongue over a nipple before pulling it into his mouth and sucking hard.

“I like all of you,” Lee tells him simply, shifting his head to give the other nipple the same attention. “You’re so fucking pretty.”

[gallowseyes]

George likes the way Lee looks at him, the heat and the hunger and all of it. Lee's mouth is hot and wet on his nipple, and the feeling of it goes straight to his cock, leaving him squirming against the sofa. He whimpers, a tentative hand coming to rest on the back of LEe's head.

"Are boys pretty?" he asks. He's never hard that before.

[atehimrightup]

Lee is very unused to George touching him hesitantly. Even after George learned the truth, when Lee expected it, he would still reach for Lee like he meant it. Now, George touches him slowly, like he’s expecting to be told no, and Lee can’t have that.

He reaches up to put one hand on the back of George’s on his head, pushing his fingers into the mess of Lee’s curls.

“You can touch me however you’d like,” Lee assures him, lapping at his nipple and then chuckling softly at the question. He lifts his head and looks down at George with the seductive smolder that he’s perfected over the years, indigo and chestnut curls spilling over his face as he slowly licks his lips. Maybe it’s dirty pool, but he likes making George flustered.

“Are you saying you don’t think I’m pretty?” Lee asks, expression softening into a pout that’s exactly that.

[gallowseyes]

"I think you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

He all but blurts it out, flushing darkly, his eyes darting to Lee's mouth and back to his eyes. "I don't think creatures like you exist in the world I'm from."

He's heard about the boys at Court, heard his mother use the word "cockstruck" to describe the King, but he can't picture it.

[atehimrightup]

Lee can’t help but to laugh a little at that, soft and fond. George can’t know what he’s doing in calling Lee a creature, but it’s still a little funny. He doesn’t feel guilty keeping that information from this George, not under these circumstances. This is a fleeting thing, and telling him what Lee really is would only make a strange situation all the more terrifying. There is no reason for him to know.

“No, I don’t think they do,” he says in an amused rasp, feeling his own cheeks flush as George continues to stare at him with an awestruck expression, like Lee really is the best thing he’s ever seen.

He continues kissing his way down George’s body, lapping at his navel and then the dip of his hip, fingers curling in the waistband of George’s pants. Instead of pulling them down, he glances up at George and then drags his tongue over the head of his cock through the dark silk, over and over again until he can taste George leaking through the fabric.

“Lift up,” he instructs, waiting for George’s hips to lift so he can pull the pants down and off, tossing them aside before curling a hand around George’s stiff, eager cock. It leaks in his hand and Lee stares, utterly fascinated, as he strokes his fist upward to watch even more pre-come bubble up from his slit. “Wow, you’re even wetter like this.” He continues, just in case his comment is misconstrued despite the obvious hunger on his face. “I like it very much.”

[gallowseyes]

The wet heat of Lee's mouth on his cock through the thin layer of fabric is maddening and George squirms helplessly against the sofa, a soft whine slipping out of him. When Lee tells him to lift his hips, he does it immediately. He blushes furiously as Lee handles his cock so casually.

"I...good," he says. "I'm glad you like it."

[atehimrightup]

Lee grins at that, staring up at George with blatant fondness. He’s so different in some ways, particularly when it comes to sex. He’s sweet and soft and almost shy, and it makes Lee’s heart ache. All of this blushing boyishness was trained out of him long before Lee ever got the chance to see it.

It makes Lee want to indulge it even more now. He wants to make it so good.

“I like you,” Lee tells him, stroking his cock again and pressing a kiss to his hip, another to the crease of his thigh, and then gives into the urge to run his tongue along it. “Before we do this, I need you to promise that if you want it to stop at any point, for any reason, you’ll tell me.”

Lee looks up from between George’s thighs, flicking curls out of his face and thumbing at the head of George’s cock, gently tugging back his foreskin and leaning in close enough for his warmth breath to be felt where George is still leaking freely. “I won’t be upset. Do you promise, George?”

[gallowseyes]

George nods, all wide dark eyes and flushed skin. He can't stop staring at his cock in Lee's hand. He shifts his hips against the couch.

"I promise," he says. "I'll tell you."

[atehimrightup]

“Good boy,” Lee says approvingly. His George doesn’t get off on that as much as Lee does, but he gets the feeling it might be a little more effective on this one.

He shifts down onto his elbows between George’s spread thighs, nudging his shoulder up under one of them to pin it against the back of the couch. Lee’s mouth finds the inside of that thigh, kissing and then daring to press his teeth to the tender flesh in a gentle nip.

Lee can’t help but to feel a little smug, because he knows what power he wields right now. Not only is Lee great at giving head, he’s had lots of practice in giving George head specifically. It’s going to blow his mind, pun fully intended.

He drags his tongue up the underside of George’s cock, winks at him, and then eagerly sucks almost all of it into his mouth with a low, hungry groan.

[gallowseyes]

A little shiver goes through George's whole body when Lee calls him that. He's never really been praised like that. His mother calls him beautiful, sometimes, but in a way that makes him feel like she's trying to figure how much he's worth. Lee's mouth moves over him, and George watches, eyes wide until Lee's mouth slides down over him. He's never felt anything like it, his entire life. His head falls back against the sofa, his mouth opening in a soundless moan.

[atehimrightup]

Lee’s eyes crinkle at the corners at his reaction, feeling fond and warm and on top of that, the intense, selfish urge to make sure that he’s the first. Not just for this, but the rest of it, too.

He hums and bobs his head a few times, pulling off with an obscene pop, spitting in his hand before giving George’s cock a few firm strokes. He might be showing off. Just a little.

“You can be as loud as you want. It’s just us,” Lee reminds him. “There’s nothing wrong with liking this.”

And then he shifts his hand down to take him into his mouth again, fingers drifting until he can cup his balls and give them the gentlest tug, just enough to see if this George likes that, too.

[gallowseyes]

The feeling of Lee's mouth is intense enough, but then Lee cups his balls, tugs them away from his body, and the pleasure is so intense that it makes George squirm against the couch, fingers clutching at the velvet that it's covered in.

Lee has given him permission to be loud, so he doesn't hold back -- a loud, ragged sound slips out of him.

[atehimrightup]

Lee may not survive this. George squirms like a needy, wild thing and the raw sound he makes has Lee’s cock lurching where it’s trapped in his sweats. He hums encouragingly and bobs his head on George’s cock, gently rolling his balls in his hand and pressing his thumb in at the soft spot above them.

He lets out a needy moan of his own, muffled by George’s cock on his tongue, and then breathes in deep through his nose and presses down further, swallowing around George’s cock and humming as it sinks into his throat. He doesn’t stop until his nose is pressed hard to George’s pubic bone, buried in soft curls that smell like smoke and cinnamon.