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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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[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."

[gallowseyes]

It doesn't seem possible -- Lee on his knees in front of him like that, so beautiful. He's thought about things like this, but wasn't sure that they ever happened to anyone but kings and their favourites. But here he is, now, with Lee's mouth against his skin.

"I..." His face burns furiously, the question on the tip of his tongue. "Can I taste you? Will you show me?"

[atehimrightup]

Lee can't help but to shiver at the question, cock twitching impatiently between his legs like it can't understand why it isn't already in George's mouth. He makes himself take a breath and then sits up, putting his hands on George's bare knees and sliding them up the insides of his thighs. He can smell George's arousal, so thick and syrupy that Lee can practically taste it on the air. He wants this, but Lee still wants to be certain.

"You can have as much of me as you'd like," Lee tells him as he slowly crawls over him on all fours, propping himself up over George with his hands planted into the couch on either side of his head. "As long as that's what you want. If you touched me because you felt some sort of obligation to, it would break my heart." It's somehow easier for him to speak plainly like this, to be open and honest. "I know you don't know me, but your happiness is my number one priority. There is literally nothing else that matters more to me, George. Do you understand? I serve no king and never will, but I'd bow at your feet any day of the week."

[gallowseyes]

He understands all of the words, but Lee might as well be speaking Latin or Ancient Greek, it takes him so long to make sense of them. There's a pause, while Lee's words sink in, and then George nods, his eyes wide and fixed on Lee's face. He doesn't know what he's done to deserve such loyalty. He's still half convinced that this is a dream.

"It's all I want," he says. "I swear."

[atehimrightup]

Lee isn’t surprised by the answer, but he’s still relieved to have gotten it. George is looking up at him with wide, wet eyes and Lee smirks fondly down at him, pressing up onto his arm so he can look down between their bodies. George’s cock is still valiantly half hard, and Lee wonders idly just how many times a teenaged George Villiers can come one day.

But first things first.

Lee kisses him sweetly on the mouth, suckling at his full bottom lip, and then urges George’s arms up around his neck. He scoops George up as he stands, hoisting him in close with one hand under his ass and the other of the back of his neck, smiling warmly at him as he turns to carry him down the hall.

“Let’s get you back to bed,” he murmurs in a low rumble of a voice. “And then you can put your mouth wherever you want, baby.”

[gallowseyes]

The kiss is lovely, and then Lee scoops him up, and he's flustered by that, because he knows he ought to hate it, ought to feel emasculated by it, but he doesn't. He just wants to curl into George's arms and be held. He curls one arm around Lee's neck, fingers pushing into his dark, soft curls. There's no part of this he doesn't want.

[atehimrightup]

God, maybe this is a dream. If he hadn’t known this was possible in Darrow, he might think it was.

George’s fingers sink into his hair and Lee hums in approval, squeezing at George’s narrow waist as he kisses him again. He loses himself in it a little, walking backwards distractedly until the backs of his knees hit the side of the bed and he tumbles backwards onto it with a laugh, pulling George astride him.

[gallowseyes]

It's like being given permission, being back in the bed like that. George sits astride Lee's narrow waist, and he can feel the jut of Lee's cock against him. He leans down and kisses him, surer than before.

[atehimrightup]

George looms over him, bright and beautiful as he does a curious wiggle back against Lee’s cock. It makes him bite his lip and rock up on instinct, reaching out to grab at George’s hips.

This time, there’s no hesitation behind the kiss and if Lee’s mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied, he might chuckle. It feels a little like he’s summoning a demon.

“That’s good,” Lee says once they break for air, grunting and arching his back a little as George shoves his ass down again. “Keep doin’ that and I’m gonna come.”

[gallowseyes]

"I don't want you to come like this," says George, a little petulant even as he's rocking his hips back almost instinctively to meet the press of Lee's cock against him. "I want to see it."

[atehimrightup]

“Oh, holy shit,” Lee gasps out, letting his head fall back with a stunned laugh. He’s just so grateful that he gets to see this side of George. He’s always been so curious.

“Okay, okay. Stop wriggling,” Lee says with a fond laugh, bringing one hand down onto the side of George’s hip in a light slap, then pulling to guide him up higher onto his knees. There’s a moment where he gets distracted by the sight of George’s cock so near his face, but he gets up on his elbows and scoots back. The friction of the duvet drags his sweats down over his ass and he kicks him away.

It’s only once his cock springs free that he suddenly feels nervous, because he’s only now realizing that he’s being seen for the first time all over again. But hey, George hasn’t had any complaints before.

Lee swallows hard and looks up at George’s face, but George is staring down at his cock and his cherry red mouth is parted in surprise and holy shit, Lee is actually going to die if his dick isn’t touched in the next ten seconds.

But he still doesn’t rush. He takes in a deep breath and reaches down to curl a hand around his own cock, groaning softly as he gives himself one slow stroke without looking away from George’s face.

[gallowseyes]

George watches all of this with rapt attention, staying where Lee put him, up on his kenes, as Lee wraps his own fingrs around his cock. George's tongue darts out to touch his bottom lip.

"Can I put my mouth on it?"

[atehimrightup]

“Baby, you can do whatever you want,” Lee assures him sincerely, laughing as if he can’t quite believe this is his life.

Lee thumbs at the head of his own cock, gathering the fluid there, then reaches up to cradle George’s jaw. Gently, he sweeps his thumb along George’s full bottom lip, making it shine. “Your mouth is a fucking gift.”

[gallowseyes]

George doesn't really know what that means, but he takes it as a compliment, and he likes the way it makes him feel. Lee swipes slick across his bottom lip and George tastes it, tastes salt on the tip of his tongue. He shifts, shuffling backwards until he's on his knees on the bed between Lee's spread legs, his eyes fixed on Lee's cock. He bends down, tentatively curling his hand before he traces the tip with his tongue.

[atehimrightup]

Lee has to take a deep breath as George kneels between his legs, spine dipping and ass tipped up. He looks obscene without even trying.

At that first little kitten lick, Lee has to press his palms to his eyes for a moment, breathing in deep and forcing his hips not to thrust up into the touch.

But he can’t not watch, so he quickly lowers a his hands to twist them in the sheets, thighs quivering as he forces himself to stay still. He’s rewarded with another swipe of George’s tongue and he lets out a low, encouraging moan.

[gallowseyes]

That sound is a good sound. He wants more of that. Keeping the fingers of one hand curled around Lee's cock, he licks at him again, and then, tentatively, he slides his mouth down over the first inch or so, and lets it sit on his tongue.

[atehimrightup]

Lee deserves some of medal for staying still, or for not immediately coming all over George’s face. Maybe he deserves two medals.

He heaves in a breath and pushes up onto his elbows just in time to see George’s plush lips curl around the head of his cock, which twitches on George’s tongue. It’s an obscene sight, and Lee has to shake himself out of a trance when he realizes that he’s simply been staring in awe.

“That’s it. That’s good, sweetheart,” Lee breathes out, reaching out to gently cradle the side of George’s head. “Take your time, just cover your teeth.”

George’s cheeks are flushed and Lee thumbs at the corner of his mouth, completely enamored. He loves this boy who will someday love him. There is no version of George that he doesn’t love. “Do you like how I taste?”

[gallowseyes]

George pulls back enough to nod, though his eyes stay fixed on the slick head of Lee's cock. When he lowers his head again, he takes a moment to make sure that his lips are covering his teeth before he takes Lee's cock into his mouth. This time, instead of just letting it sit on his tongue, he bobs his head experimentally, his cheeks hollowing as he starts to suck.

[atehimrightup]

“Oh, fuck,” Lee breathes out, eyes wide as he watches George suck his cock, all fumbling and new. It’s so different than all the other times that George has blown him, obviously, and for a few moments all Lee can do is stare with his breath caught in his throat, stunned by the situation he’s suddenly found himself in.

Eventually he breaks himself free of his trance and slides his fingers through George’s hair, cupping the back of his head without applying any pressure. His thumb brushes the corner of George’s mouth and he moans, smearing saliva across his flushed cheek.

“Just like that, baby,” Lee breathes out, toes curling as his fingers twist in George’s soft hair. “Oh, you were born for this. You’re so good.”

[gallowseyes]

He gets braver, takes more of Lee's cock into his mouth. The taste of it, the feeling of it, isn't like anything he's ever experienced before. It's better than he could ever have imagined. He moans, the sound coming out muffled.