(no subject)

[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.

Comments

[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.

[atehimrightup]

“Neither did I the first time,” Lee says with a soft smile, not mentioning that it was George himself who made Lee feel as if he was exploding apart at the seams. It was George who showed him just how good sex could be, who took him apart and put him back together better than he’d been before. The least he can do is return the favor now.

“Did you like it?” Lee asks as he cards his fingers through George’s silky hair, letting his other hand trail up and down the length of his spine. His own cock is hard and pressed flush against George’s hip, but he’s unconcerned. George is still shaking, breath still hot and labored against Lee’s sensitive neck, and all he cares about right now is holding him. All he wants is for George to know how safe he is. Safe and so very loved. “I only want to make you feel good.”

[gallowseyes]

He nods, completely without hesitation because he's got no doubts about how much he enjoyed it. He can feel the press of Lee's cock against him and he looks down. "You did. You do." He shifts, a slow, bright smile spreading across his chest. "What else is there?"

[atehimrightup]

Lee can’t help but to laugh at that, bright and fond with a heart so full that he doesn’t know what to do with it all. He’ll be so glad to have his George back but oh, he’ll miss this boy.

“An insatiable little slut, aren’t you?” Lee says in a voice brimming with fondness, curling his fingers under George’s chin and drawing him in for a kiss.

“I was hoping to put my cock inside you,” Lee murmurs against his mouth, sliding a hand down to squeeze a handful of his ample ass. His lips find George’s ear and he nibbles gently at the lobe, shifting his hand until he can press two fingers back into George’s body with a causal possessiveness. He pulls back with a smirk, eyes bright as he watches George’s face. “I hear that’s how kings fuck.”

[gallowseyes]

He looks worried, for a beat, until he realises that Lee intends that as a compliment and his face blossoms into a smile. His breath catches when Lee pushes two fingers back into him. He's touched girls like that. It's never occurred to him how it might feel from the other side.

He nods. Why lie about what he wants?

[atehimrightup]

“Yeah? You want that?” Lee smiles in a way that’s a little feral, eyes bright with desire as he leans in for another kiss. “You could fuck me, too.”

If he had to choose, Lee would probably say that he likes topping more, but that’s one of the many good things about being with George. He doesn’t have to choose. He just gets to be satisfied in ways he never could have imagined.

“We don’t have to do everything all at once, you know,” Lee assures him, even as his own hard cock leaves a wet smear across George’s hip. He slides his fingers free again and shifts until he’s on top of George, hissing as their hips slot together. “But I have a feeling I’ve created a monster.”

His hair spills into his face as he rolls his hips against George’s, slow and sinuous as he lets out a shaky breath. George shudders beneath him and Lee grins. They can be monsters together.

[gallowseyes]

Lee rolls his hips against him, and George feels the slide of his cock against his skin, sweat and slick, and he arches his back a little to try and push closer. Lee mentions that he could fuck him, but George shakes his head. He doesn't want that, he doesn't think. Not right now, anyway.

"I want to know what it feels like," he says.

[atehimrightup]

“Do you?” Lee purrs out, feeling a surge of lust as George arches up beneath him, wanton and needy. There is no resisting this. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

He leans down to kiss him again, shifting down onto one elbow as he reaches for the lube again. George’s actual first time seems like it was fine, from what he’s heard. But Lee wants to make this one better. And he can. He knows he can. No one knows George like he does.

“I can show you,” Lee murmurs, kissing along George’s jaw as he reaches down to slick his cock, then reaches up to hook a hand under one of George’s knees, urging him to lift them. “Wrap your legs around me, baby.”

[gallowseyes]

Pliable, willing and so trusting, George lifts his legs and wraps them around Lee's waist. He still feels entirely like he's moving through a dream. He's never experienced anything like this in his life. He never once dreamed that anything like this could be possible. He curls one arm around Lee's neck, head tipped back so that he can look up at him.

[atehimrightup]

Lee can't help but to be struck by the thought that he doesn't deserve this. It's one he gets often around George, who of course isn't perfect but is so much better than Lee. And this version of George, so sweet and earnest and not yet hardened by the cruelty of the world, seems like far too good of a thing for someone like him.

But he's here now, and he's too selfish to give it up. The only thing that could get him to stop now would be George telling him to, and it doesn't seem like that's going to happen.

"Take a deep breath and let it out when I start to push in, okay?" Lee murmurs as he touches their foreheads together, kissing him sweetly. He pulls back and positions himself, slick head of his cock nudging against George's hole, and he keeps his eyes locked with George's as the boy draws in a deep, shaky breath. Lee smiles in approval and then nods, moaning shakily as he starts to sink into the impossibly tight grip of George's body. "That's it. Oh, you feel so fucking good for me."

[gallowseyes]

It hurts, but not unbearably so -- just more of a stretch than Lee's fingers had been inside him. He breathes through it like Lee told him to, nodding when Lee speaks.

"God. Don't stop."

[atehimrightup]

Lee keeps his eyes on George's face, searching for any signs of panic or discomfort, but he finds none. All he sees is a burning sense of wonder, plush mouth agape and eyes dark as he stares up at Lee with flushed, ruddy cheeks. He looks so fucking beautiful, like something out of a painting.

"No chance of that, sweetheart," Lee pants out, planting one hand into the bed next to George's head as he ducks to catch his mouth in another deep kiss, licking into his mouth as he grips George's thigh with his other hand and yanks him in closer, fucking him with slow, firm rolls of his hips.

[gallowseyes]

It's a kiss that he almost wants to crawl inside of, wants to get closer than close. Lee tugs his leg higher against his hip and that changes the angle of his cock. George's mouth falls open, slack, and he pants against Lee's lap.

"Jesus Christ."

[atehimrightup]

Lee chuckles at that, hopelessly endeared, and lifts his head for another kiss. George is so impossibly tight and Lee can’t seem to help the possessive little growl that he spills into their kiss, nipping George’s full bottom lip and sucking into his mouth.

“You love this, don’t you,” Lee says, and it isn’t really a question because he knows the answer. He also knows that George likes to be embarrassed in bed, likes a little amount of degradation, but Lee doesn’t know if that’s something that was always inside him, or something he developed after all he went through. Lee will have to test the waters carefully, mouth hot against George’s cheekbone. “You take it so well, baby. Like you were made for it.”

[gallowseyes]

He didn't think his face could get hotter, but it does, blood rushing into his cheeks as Lee murmurs that praise. He knows he shouldn't, shouldn't love this, but God, he does.

He nods.

"I do," he says, his voice a little hoarse. "I do love it."

[atehimrightup]

"How could something that feels so good be bad?" Lee pants out, kissing George firmly on the mouth before rocking back onto his knees and grabbing George's thick thighs as he starts to fuck him a little harder, angling his hips to hit George's prostate with each thrust.

"My lovely little sodomite," he teases with open fondness, holding onto George's hips while they fuck. He looks down to watch as his cock disappears into the tight clench of George's body again and again, groaning as he slides one hand up George's stomach and over his chest, palm grinding against one of his nipples. They're pink and small and free of piercings, and Lee wants to suck on them until George cries.

But there will be time for that later. For now, he drops his hand to curl it around George's cock, groaning at how much fluid bubbles up from the slit when Lee strokes him. "You're perfect. Fucking perfect for me, George."

[gallowseyes]

Lee says it and, in his core, George knows that that's right. How could anything that feels this good be a sin? Lee changes the way that he's fucking him and all George can do is lie there and take it, and, God, it feels so fucking good. He's going to come again, he can feel it. Absurdly, he feels tears stinging in his eyes. He's not sure if it's from the praise or the pleasure. Both, maybe.

[atehimrightup]

It isn't long before George's thighs are shaking all over again, stomach tensing as he lets out a familiar, beautiful whine. George is close again, and Lee is reminded all over again of just how young he is. He debates just fucking him through it and letting him come, but instead slows down and leans over George, taking one of his hands and pinning it to the bed over his head.

"No, not yet. Take a deep breath with me," Lee says in a voice that's confidently demanding, like it's a given that George will obey. It's one that always seems to really work him up. His free hand goes to George's chest and he pulls in a deep breath as he pulls out, exhales as he sinks in again. "This isn't a rush to the finish, baby. I wanna make it last."

[gallowseyes]

George wants to be good, he really, truly does. Lee pins his arm over his head and George's eyes fix on his face. When Lee's breaths, George tries to copy him, breathing in and then exhaling, riding out the wave of pleasure that he feels. He nods, blinking, tears clumping in his eyelashes.

"I'll try. I want to."

[atehimrightup]

If Lee wasn't already completely certain that there was a seat waiting for him in hell, this would have done it. George looks so pretty, so awed, so young, and the tears in his lashes and his flushed cheeks and swollen lips make Lee feel absolutely feral. He wants to bite, to mark and claim and leave his pale skin littered with marks that will linger for days, but he swallows back those urges and focuses on George and his pleasure.

"I know you do. You're so good," Lee croons, sinking in deep again and pressing a kiss to George's mouth, drinking down the sweet little sounds he makes as Lee fucks him with firm, steady thrusts of his hips. Their hands stay tangled together and Lee squeezes as his other hand comes up to curl loosely around George's neck, not pressing in but simply holding on, using his thumb under his chin to tip George's face up so that their eyes meet. Lee thumbs open his mouth and spits into it just to shock him, just to make him blush, because George doesn't know it yet but that's exactly the kind of filthy thing he likes. "Maybe I'll keep you here all day, hm? Pretty and wriggling on my cock, tears in your eyes. All mine."

[gallowseyes]

Lee spits into his mouth and George's eyes wide, not in disgust but in surprise at the way arousal squirms in his gut when it happens. Lee talks to him, filth upon filthy, and he can feel his face getting redder and redder and every bit of it is perfect.

He shakes his head and nods all mingled together. He isn't sure what he's trying to say, but he knows it's not no.

[atehimrightup]

“It’s okay,” Lee soothes when George seems a little overwhelmed. He sinks in deep and pauses there, grinding his hips against George’s ass as his fingers card through his soft, dark hair. “Just let me take care of you.”

He drags his tongue over the corner of George’s wet mouth, then kisses him soundly as his hands slide up under George’s shoulders. Lee rocks back onto his haunches and pulls George up with him, watching his face as George settles astride his lap, his eyes nearly crossing as Lee’s cock sinks impossibly deeper into his body.

He looks almost dazed and Lee smiles, urging George’s arms up around his shoulders and then gripping his hips, holding him in place as Lee starts to rock up until him. “You take it so well, baby. You love being stuffed full, don’t you?”

In some ways, it’s a relief to see George like this and to know this is how he’s always been, open and wanton in seeking his pleasure. It’s not something he developed as a way to cope with France and all that happened after, but something that’s just naturally George. It makes Lee feel even more that they were meant to find each other, somehow. They were made for each other, and this is just further evidence.