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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]

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?”

[gallowseyes]

The touch of slick fingers there feels better than he would ever have imagined, and he squirms, rolling his hips down into Lee's touch. He nods, almost feverishly, lifting one hadn to grip the firm muscle of Lee's uper arm.

"Please," he says. "Make me feel good. I...I want that."

[atehimrightup]

Lee knows how needy that George can get sometimes. It’s something he absolutely loves to see, and this feels like in its most concentrated form. Arousal floods through him like lava and he groans encouragingly, because yeah, he wants George shameless in his desire, always.

“Okay, okay,” he soothes, giving George another kiss as he continues to massage his hole. Virginity is a stupid social construct, he knows, but the thought of being able to be the first to have George like this, to watch the awe play out across his face, is really doing it for him.

“Just relax,” Lee murmurs, just barely nudging the tip of his middle finger inside of George while looking down at his face. “You remember your promise, George?”

[gallowseyes]

George nods, his eyebrows drawing together slightly at the strange sensation of Lee's finger starting to push inside him. He wonders if this is what being a girl feels like.

"I'll tell you," he says. "If it's too much. If I want to stop."

He doesn't want to stop.

[atehimrightup]

“Good boy,” Lee murmurs approvingly, giving him another quick kiss before rolling away to grab the lube from the nightstand. They don’t even bother putting it in the drawer anymore.

It would probably be easier to put him on his belly, but Lee wants to see everything play out across his face. He wants George close, wants it intimate. He wants it to be good.

He rolls onto his side and props himself up on one elbow, then gets some lube on his fingers and drops the bottle before reaching down between George’s legs, watching his face as he starts to rub two fingertips in slick little circles against his hole.

“Never let anyone do this to you without something slick, like oil,” Lee tells him as he stares down at George’s trusting face, even though the thought of anyone else touching this boy makes him want to scream. But he can’t stop it.

He lets out a shuddering breath and watches George’s face as he slowly presses his middle finger into his body, working the tip in and out a few times before sliding it in to the knuckle. He’s so tight that it makes Lee sure that he won’t survive this.

[gallowseyes]

He likes being called that; it feels like it makes him glow a little. Lee rubs slick fingers against him, making him squirm. When Lee starts to push his finger into him, it stings, a little, and his eyebrows draw together a little. He trusts Lee, though. He trusts him so much.

[atehimrightup]

There’s a slight furrow to George’s brow so Lee eases his finger out to pump more lube onto them, then goes back to rubbing at the muscle until it loosens and Lee can push his finger back in with a smooth glide, ducking his head to catch George’s mouth in a sweet kiss.

After a few moments, he starts to move one finger in and out slowly, avoiding his prostate for now. He pulls back to watch George’s face, nearly trembling with nerves. He wants this to be good, and not only because his own first time was so, so bad.

“This part is important,” Lee murmurs, resting their foreheads together as he fucks George with one finger. “We don’t get wet like a girl so we have to make it wet. We have to take our time. Fuck, anyone would be an idiot not to take their time with you.”

[gallowseyes]

George's breath stutters out of him but, slowly, the burn gives way to pleasure, and, suddenly, he finds himself wanting more. He shifts, the tip of his nose brushing against Lee's.

"How slowly?" He asks. "Can I have another?"