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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]

“Use your words,” Lee tells him in a gentle command, kissing George’s swollen mouth and sliding a hand down his back, touching the dimples at the base of his spine and then moving lower, fingertips tracing where he’s so stretched open around Lee’s cock. “I want to hear you.”

Lee’s mouth travels along George’s jaw and down the side of his neck, stopping to pay special attention to each spot that he knows are especially sensitive. His mouth finds George’s collarbone as he thrusts up again, biting gently at the smooth expanse of pale skin just below it. Normally there is a faint, barely visible line of silvery scar tissue there where Lee has cut him with a blade. He can’t help but to wonder if George tastes better, maybe sweeter, but he has no plans to try and find out.

“If you like sitting on my cock, tell me,” Lee says huskily, pulling George down onto his lap and keeping still, smirking against the bolt of his jaw. “If you want me to keep going, you’ll need to tell me, sweetheart.”