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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]

“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.

[atehimrightup]

Fuck, George really does love this. Lee feels a little as if he’s in a daze, moaning softly and murmuring praise. He doesn’t want to come yet, but it’s getting harder and harder to hold himself off.

But given the sounds that George is making, and the way he seems to take to giving head like a fish takes to water, he’s pretty sure that this won’t be the only time they find themselves like this over the week.

When his orgasm does come, he nearly forgets to warn George at all. He’s so used to them being able to read each other’s bodies, but this George won’t know what it means when Lee’s left thigh starts to shake like that.

He goes tense and tugs on George’s hair, pulling him back so that the first pulse of come hits the corner of his slick, swollen mouth. “Fuck.”

[gallowseyes]

At first, he's not sure what's happening when Lee pulls him back by his hair, and he thinks that, maybe, he's done something wrong, but then sometthing hot and wet splashes on the corner of his mouth, and he realises that it's come. His face flushing, he instinctively opens his mouth so that the next spurt hits his tongue.

He swallows without even thinking about it.

[atehimrightup]

The image of George’s face flushing as he eagerly sticks his tongue out for more instantly sears itself into Lee’s memory. He curses and gets a hand around his cock, stroking himself through the rest of his orgasm. His fingers are still in George’s hair and he urges him in closer, sliding the head of his cock back into his mouth, sliding through the mess on his tongue.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re perfect,” Lee pants out, letting go of George’s hair to cup the side of his face. His cock slips free and Lee gathers the come on his chin with the pad of his thumb. George is still burning red, and Lee smiles as he pushes his thumb encouragingly into George’s mouth. “It’s okay to like it.”

[gallowseyes]

Lee spurts into George's mouth and then he replaces his cock with a thumb slick with come and George sucks easily, swallowing it all down.

"I do," he says, nodding. "I like it so much. It's..." He's lost for the right word for a moment. "It's delicious."

[atehimrightup]

“Aren’t you a wonder?” Lee muses breathlessly, staring as George sucks on his thumb. His eyes are bright, cheeks flushed and mouth swollen, and Lee feels the desperate urge to hide him from the world. He cannot keep this boy. He cannot save him from all that he must endure.

Oh, but he wishes he could.

“Come here,” he says in a gentle command, curling his fingers under George’s chin and urging him to crawl up Lee’s body until Lee can drag his tongue across George’s messy chin, licking away stray drops of come between soft, hungry kisses.

[gallowseyes]

He likes the order, the gentle but insistent way that Lee gives it. He crawls up Lee's body on all fours and licks and sucks at his mouth as they kiss. He's never ever felt like this.

[atehimrightup]

Lee kisses him until he comes down from his orgasm, until his thighs stop shaking, and then kisses him some more. It seems fitting for them to make out like giddy teenagers, because George currently is one and Lee never really got the chance to be one.

Eventually he gets one arm around George's narrow waist and easily rolls them so that George is on his back, tucked safely beneath Lee's body as he bends down to kiss him again.

[gallowseyes]

George laughs as he ends up on his back, his hair rumpled across his forehead, his hands on LEe's shoulders. He's hard again, and he squirms when his cock presses against Lee's warm skin.

"God," he says. "How does anyone survive this?"

[atehimrightup]

It isn't much of a surprise when he feels George hard against him once more. It makes his chest ache with fondness and he chuckles warmly, reaching up to sweep George's hair back from his face. He cups his cheek, thumbing at the flushed apple of it as he stares down at George.

"There are days we don't get much done," Lee admits, kissing him again and shifting to line their hips up more deliberately, cocks slotting together. He's half-hard, still sensitive as he rocks down against George, and he whimpers softly as he ducks his head to mouth at George's neck. He smells so good, so sweet. "I feel like today might be one of those."

[gallowseyes]

Everything Lee does to him feels so unbelievably good, so lovely. When he feels the slide of Lee's cock against his, he shivers, his back arching, one arm curling around his neck.

He nods.

"I can't imagine anything better."

[atehimrightup]

“Is that right?” Lee drawls out, chuckling warmly and kissing under his jaw, biting softly as his hand slides down George’s side and over his hip, curling under his thigh to urge him to bend his knee. He shifts to the side a little, kissing George again as he curls his hand loosely around his cock.

“What else do you think men could do together?” He asks in a sultry tone, blue curls spilling over his forehead as he slowly strokes George’s cock, then shifts his hand down to cradle his balls, tucking a fingertip under to rub at the sensitive spot just behind them. He doesn’t touch George’s asshole, not yet. He wonders if this George even knows that’s an option yet. “What fantasies have you conjured in that pretty head of yours?”

[gallowseyes]

He squirms as Lee touches him, though that's because he's so sensitive and not because he doesn't want every part of it. He lifts his head, looking for more kisses.

"I have heard that the king is a sodomite," he says. "And... I've wondered about that."

[atehimrightup]

Lee keeps his eye out for any sign of nerves, any indication that George doesn’t want him to keep exploring, but he doesn’t find any. This George is almost shockingly easy to read compared to the George he first met. He lifts his head with his lips pursed, angling for Lee’s mouth, and he smiles indulgently as he leans in to give him another long kiss.

“Ah, so I have something in common with a king,” Lee muses dryly, smirking a little because right now only he knows just what else he has in common with that king.

“Such an ugly word for something that feels so good,” Lee murmurs as he slides his hand up and down the inside of George’s thigh, lightly skimming his nails over the spot where he’s most sensitive. He knows what George likes more than he does, and perhaps it’s unfair to use that knowledge to his advantage, but it’s not as if George is going to complain.

His fingertips brush along the crease where George’s thigh meets his groin, dipping down to dip his fingertips between George’s cheeks to lightly brush over his hole. It’s a brief, light touch before his hand goes back to George’s cock to stroke him again. “You’ve wondered, him? Have you ever touched yourself there?”

[gallowseyes]

"It's the only word I know for it." The touch to his inner thigh makes him squirm and, when Lee's fingers dip between his cheeks and touch his hole, he actually whimpers, eyes wide.

He shakes his head.

"Never. I...I didn't know you could."

[atehimrightup]

George makes this noise that makes Lee’s cock twitch and his teeth itch all at the same time. He’s so beautiful that it’s absurd.

“You can,” Lee assures him in a low voice, sweeping his fingertips along George’s thigh. “It feels good if you do it right.”

He swallows thickly and leans in to kiss George’s swollen mouth again, nipping at his bottom lip. “I know how to do it right.”

[gallowseyes]

He likes the sharp, tiny pain when Lee bites his lip, the brush of fingers against his inner thigh. The thought of Lee touching him there makes him feel a shiver of shame, but it's barely there compared to how much he wants it.

"Show me?"

[atehimrightup]

George flushes and his scent takes on the slightest bitter tinge, but the desire is still clear on his face. Lee just smiles and leans in to give him another soft kiss, nudging their noses together before pulling back to look at him again. He never wants George to feel bad about what he wants.

“Show you how, baby? Do you want me to teach you how to put your fingers inside yourself and make it feel good?” He asks in a low voice, even though he’s relatively sure of the answer. He gives George’s cock another lazy stroke and then rubs at the wet head with his fingertips, getting them slick before dropping his hand between George’s legs again, lightly pressing the pads of two wet fingertips to the tight curl of muscle there, rubbing in a slow circle as he watches George’s face. “Or do you want me to make you feel good?”