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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]

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.