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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 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?"

[atehimrightup]

“Eager. I’m not surprised,” Lee teases fondly, grinning as their noses bump together. He nods as he leans in for another kiss, licking into George’s mouth to distract him slightly as he pulls his finger out and slowly presses two back in, twisting a little before gently sinking them both in to the knuckle.

He pulls back from the kiss to look down at George, eyes bright and amused. “Do you want to see a trick?”

After pumping his fingers in and out a few times, he pushes them in deep and crooks them upwards, feeling his own cock twitch as he easily seeks out George’s prostate. He watches George’s dark eyes widen, and then rubs, wanting nothing more than to show him all that his body can do.

[gallowseyes]

He gasps against Lee's mouth at the stretch, his hips jerking, but he soon settles into it and, when Lee asks if he wants to see something, he nods. A moment later, Lee touches something inside him that makes him see sparks, and he all but tells, his cock bobbing against his belly.

"W-what was that?"

[atehimrightup]

Lee watches his face greedily, grinning at the reaction. He eases off, not wanting too overwhelm him too much (yet), and returns to slowly moving his fingers in and out. George is always so responsive but especially like this, when everything is brand new. He looks up at Lee with open adoration and trust, and it makes him feel more like a king than any crown or inherited title ever could.

“If sodomy is so wrong,” Lee says with a mild eye roll, chuckling softly. “Why would they make it the only way to reach something that feels so good?”

He presses his fingers against George’s prostate again, this time massaging firmly and kissing away the whimpers that spill from George’s mouth. “It’s called your prostate, love.”

The borrowed term of endearment feels fitting, given the circumstances, and Lee gives him another sweet kiss before pulling back with a look that’s just a tad mischievous. George’s cock is leaking so freely, making a small puddle just below his navel that Lee very much wants to clean up with his tongue. “If I keep rubbing like this, you’ll come without me touching your cock at all.”

Such a thing probably sounds impossible to George. It certainly had to Lee, before George proved him wrong and he came so hard he felt it for days.

[gallowseyes]

It's a good point and one George will think on when he can reliably from one thought after another again. For now, all he can do is squirm and whimper, rocking down onto the press of Lee's fingers inside him.

He promised he'd say if it was too much, and he will. Intense as it is, he just finds himself wanting more.

[atehimrightup]

“You’re so beautiful. So good for me,” Lee murmurs, kissing George’s flushed cheek before sitting up a little and shifting so he can pull his fingers nearly all the way out and add some more lube, making his hole messy wet. He ducks his head to pull George’s cock in his mouth, sucking at the head to distract him as Lee adds a third finger, pressing in slowly and finding his prostate again.

He massages the spot as he releases George’s cock with an obscene pop, leaning up to kiss him on the mouth, licking his way inside as he starts to finger George more purposefully.

“There. That’s almost as thick as my cock,”
Lee breathes out, nipping at George’s bottom lip and thrusting his fingers a little harder, pausing every few thrusts to rub hard at his prostate. “I’m not going to put it inside you this time, though. I want you to come like this, sweetheart.”

[gallowseyes]

It's almost too many sensations at once -- the warm wet of Lee's mouth around his cock, the blunt press of fingers into him. He squirms between Lee's mouth and his hand, his breath slipping out of him in a little moan.

"I...ah!" he looks down at his own cock, aching hard and flushed red, slick from Lee's mouth. "I..." He swallows. "Yes. Please."

[atehimrightup]

Lee loves George just as he is, the whole slutty, bratty mess of him, but there is something so compelling about getting to see him like this, too. He can watch every shiny new sensation play out across his face and know that somehow, by some odd miracle, he gets to be the one to put them there.

“So polite,” Lee says warmly, rewarding him with another sweet kiss and then pressing his fingers in more purposefully, massaging relentlessly at his prostate while sliding his other hand under the back of George’s neck and squeezing. “You can, baby. I know it’s a lot. Take a deep breath and try to relax into it. I want to see you come like this.”

[gallowseyes]

He can't think past the way it feels, the relentless pressure and the waves of pleasure it causes. His cock twitches of its own volition, the head flushed and slick. He rocks his hips, meeting the thrust of Lee's fingers inside him. Suddenly, if feels like it won't take him long to come at all.

"Jesus, I...can you...will kiss me?"

[atehimrightup]

Lee is utterly fascinated, eyes dark and lips parted as he watches George’s face. He looks so young, so shiny and new, and it makes both Lee’s cock and his heart throb in a weird, almost confusing sort of tandem.

“Always. Literally always yes,” Lee says almost dazedly, nodding and flicking the curls out of his face as he leans in to press their mouths together. Lee’s good at kissing, and he’s very good at kissing George in particular. He’s had a lot of practice, after all.

His tongue sweeps into George’s mouth at the same time that his fingers press into that spot again, fucking him a little harder now. His other hand grips the back of George’s neck, then slides up into his hair and pulls.

“Be good and come for me,” Lee pants into his mouth, teeth catching on his bottom lip.

[gallowseyes]

Lee kisses him deeply, kisses him thoroughly, kisses him like he doesn't think he's ever been kissed before in his life. That, in combination with the fingers inside him and the calm note of command in Lee's voice is enough to tip him over the edge and he comes, whimpering, his mouth still crushed against Lee's.

[atehimrightup]

George goes stiff under him and Lee doesn’t pull away from the kiss as he comes, no matter how badly he wants to watch. He licks into George’s mouth and slows his fingers, milking every last drop from him before finally letting them slide free and wiping them on the sheets.

“There you go. You did so well,” Lee murmurs against his mouth, rolling onto his side so he can look down at the mess George had made of himself, come splattered across his stomach. He smiles, one hand curling around George’s hip and pulling their bodies together, heedless of the mess they make as his arm curls around George’s shoulders, lips pressed to his forehead.

[gallowseyes]

George is still trembling, his face flushed hot as Lee pulls back to look at him and then presses close again. He curls in against Lee, his face pressed into the crook of his neck. His draws in a shuddering breath.

"I didn't know it was going to feel like that," he says.