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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]

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.

[gallowseyes]

It feels so good that George is fairly certain that he might die of it. When Lee presses his mouth lower and then actually swallows around him, George's hips jerk, his fingers tightening into fists.

"Lee, I can't, I..."
He feels absurdly close to tears.

[atehimrightup]

George’s thick thighs close around Lee’s head, fingers twisting in his hair, and he lets out an encouraging hum as he slides one hand up to rest over George’s thudding heart. It isn’t much of a surprise that George isn’t going to last very long, all things considered, but Lee still feels a burst of pride all the same.

He looks up at George and nods as best he can, moaning with his mouth full as he starts to bob his head again, making it clear that he wants George to finish in his mouth. He wants it so bad that he lets out a needy whine, fingertips pressing into George’s pale skin.

Never in his life has he ever wanted to taste something so badly.

[gallowseyes]

He comes with a shout, his fingers tight in Lee's hair, his hips bucking. He ought to be embarrassed, probably, but he can't bring himself to care. Lee had seemed eager enough and his mouth had been so clever. George feels like he didn't stand a chance.

[atehimrightup]

George comes like a wild thing, shoving his hips up and pulling at Lee’s hair as his cock empties out onto the back of his tongue. It’d be a little rude if Lee was also new to this, but he isn’t. This is exactly where he wants to be.

He works George through it, suckling at him until the rigid tension starts to leave his body. His thighs fall open and Lee pulls off of his cock with a self-satisfied smirk, tonguing a stray drop of come from the corner of his mouth as he sits back on his haunches.

“You liked it, then?” He asks with a rasp in his voice, pitched low and fond.

[gallowseyes]

George slumps back against the cushions, relaxed and pliable, but not close to spent. He nods, still eager, his dark eyes wide. He should probably be embarrassed to be so naked, so debauched, but he can't bring himself to be. Not now. Not with Lee.

"Very much," he says. "I've...never experienced anything like that before. Ever."

[atehimrightup]

Lee is well aware of just how experienced George was when it came to sex when they met. It was one of the things that drew him to George in the beginning, even. He knew what he was doing, more so than Lee did, and he always knew how to make it good. He never hurt Lee, never left him wanting. Never made him feel used or dirty, even back when sex was all they had between them. He knows that George has been with many, many people and Lee has never once faulted him for that, obviously. He's never judged, and he's not jealous of things that happened long before they ever met, let alone meant anything to each other.

That said, he'd be lying if he said that he wasn't immeasurably pleased to have George looking at him like this now, all wide-eyed and eager, like he's surprised by just how good something can feel. It makes Lee feel a little feral, a little possessive, and he swallows hard as his gaze rakes hungrily over George's body. There is so much they could do, so much Lee could show him, and he has to take a deep breath before he simply pounces.

But George is his. All his, all of him. For a week, he won't know any man's touch but Lee's and that's... heady. He's almost ashamed of how much he likes it.

"I'm glad to be the one to give that to you," he settles on saying, but his voice is low and his breathing his ragged, cock wet and tenting his sweatpants as he leans down to press a reverent kiss to he middle of George's flat stomach, soft blue curls spilling onto George's skin. "You taste so good, sweetheart."