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There's this swimming hole that Lee found on one of his long walks through the woods. It doesn't seem like many people know about it, hidden within a thick copse of trees. The water seems relatively clean, and Lee has spent more nights there as the weather gets warmer.

Nearby is an old cabin that looks as if it's been abandoned and Lee thinks about breaking a window to get inside, but something always stops him. Peering through the dusty window is like looking into a time capsule. Or a tomb. There's something about the place that sets his lizard brain on edge, like there's something bigger and scarier than a predator like him lurking nearby. Mostly, he leaves the place alone.

It's another balmy night and Lee pulls on a pair of cut off denim shorts and a tee, preparing to head out on his own. As he reaches for the doorknob, he pauses and pulls his phone out of his pocket to send a text to George. He feels a bit territorial over the spot and doesn't necessarily want to share, but George is exempt from that. George seems to be exempt from most of Lee's rules.

Do you want to go somewhere with me? I can be in front of your place in ten minutes.

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“Control yourself,” Lee barks out, slapping George’s hip when he sees them moving. “Fucking shameless.”

Once George goes still, Lee rocks back onto his haunches just out of his view and simply looks at him, head tilted to the side as he watches the firelight dance across George’s skin. Smirking to himself, he reaches for his phone and opens the camera, lines up the shot, and checks to make sure his phone isn’t on silent before snapping the photo. The shutter sound is loud, alerting George to what’s happening.

“Spread them wider, whore,” Lee tells him, moving in a bit closer and taking a few more photos. Even a few with the flash so the red handprints really stand out against his pale skin.

Achingly aware of what's happening, George makes a soft sound of protest but does exactly what he's told, shuffling his knees further apart to spread his thighs wider, more thoroughly exposing himself for whatever photographs Lee wants to take of him. George hadn't thought that his face could get hotter, but it throbs. He flexes his fingers but, otherwise, manages to stay still.

Once he’s satisfied, Lee tosses his phone aside and finds the lube instead, drizzling some directly onto George’s eager, clenching hole.

Instead of rubbing it in just yet, Lee reaches down to cup George’s balls in his hand, giving them a light squeeze. His cock is hard and leaking and Lee gives it a few strokes from between his legs.

“Do not even think about coming before I let you,” Lee tells him, seconds before roughly shoving his middle finger into George’s ass. “If I let you.”

He's lost in the sensation of it: lube trickling between his cheeks, and the sting of his skin, the pulse of his cock, and then Lee's finger inside him. He groans softly, nodding his head, his cheek rubbing against the blanket.

"I'll be good," he says. "I don't come. I promise."

George looks completely blissed out, flushed and dazed, and it makes Lee feel on top of the world. Like he could do fucking anything.

“If you want my cock, you’re going to have to ask me nicely,” Lee tells him, leaning in to touch his mouth to a ruddy spot on George’s ass, feeling the heat against his lips. And then he gives into the urge to bite him, practically growling as he holds a bit of flesh between his teeth. It’s not hard enough to break skin, but it’s harder than he’s dared before.

“I want to hear that pretty posh voice of yours begging for it,” he says, dragging his tongue over the bite mark as he keeps one finger hooked possessively inside George’s body.

Lee bites him hard, hard enough that it has to have left a mark, hard enough to make him tell, the sound shockingly loud among the quiet trees. He nods again, his eyes shut.

"I want it," he says, his voice trembling slightly. "Your cock. Anywhere I can have it. In any hole I can have it. Your fucking beautiful cock. Please, Lee. Christ."

George yells and Lee jerks his head up to look at his face, searching for signs that he went too far. But none come, so Lee breathes out in relief.

Lee gets up onto his knees behind George, hands firm on his hips as he watches George’s face. He’s so fucking beautiful, and he’s begging for him. It’s absurd, and makes Lee feel a little like he’s living in a dream.

Usually he spends more time with prep, but now he slicks up his cock with a messy amount of lube and lines himself up. He taps the head of his cock against his hole a few times, nudging just the head inside and pulling it free just to hear the sound George will make at the teasing.

“Such a sweet little hole,” Lee breathes out, nudging just the tip in and pausing for a moment before snapping his hips forward and burying his cock as deep as it can go. He groans in pleasure and slaps his hands down onto George’s hips to yank him backward, keeping him pinned on Lee’s cock. He isn’t quite as big as George, but he knows it’s still a lot to take all at once. “And it’s all mine.”

Lee pushes all of the way into him, and George groans, trembling with the effort of staying still, because Lee hasn't told him that he can move. Lee gives him a moment to adjust, and he appreciates that. He kneels there, breathing through his nose, and then he nods.

"All yours." In that moment, he means it completely.

“Show me how much you need it,” Lee says as he stills his hips and drops his hands at his sides. “Fuck yourself on my cock.”

He takes a steadying breath and puts his hands behind his back to try and resist the urge to touch him. “Make it good for me. Make yourself useful, whore.”

The angle that he's at makes it slightly awkward, but he doesn't need to be told twice. He immediately starts to rock his hips, fucking himself on Lee's cock. He forces himself to move slower, to work himself over every inch.

"I want it so much," he says.

It’s not an easy thing for George to do at this angle, with his hands tied behind his back, but somehow he still makes it look graceful. Lee is in awe of him, glad that George currently can’t see the awed, slack-jawed look on his face.

“I know you do, baby,” Lee assures him, finally taking pity on him and grabbing him by the hips, stilling him with Lee’s cock as deep as it can be. Lee stays there for a moment and then puts weight on George’s hips, pinning him down as he starts to fuck him with deep, hard thrusts. “It’s all yours. Tell me how it feels.”

Lee calls him baby, and it sinks through him, finds some long neglected part of him in which to make its home. He'll examine the way it makes him feel later. Just as the muscles in his thighs are starting to burn, Lee takes hold ofhim, holds him as he starts to fuck him. Asked how it feels, he struggles to articulate it for a long moment, lost in the way it feels to have Lee's cock plunging in and out of him.

"Big," he says, finally because it does. "Full. Perfect."

Lee doesn’t miss the way that George shivers at the pet name and files it away for later.

For now, he grips George’s hips and stares down at the indentation of Lee’s teeth in George’s skin, enthralled by the sight as he pulls nearly all of the way out, nice and slow, and then slams forward again. Perfect, George says, and Lee gives a shiver of his own.

“Flatterer,” Lee grunts out, snapping his hips forward again and leaning over George to grab his shoulders. With one burst of strength, he lifts them from the ground until George is balanced up on his knees, hands still tied behind him as Lee fucks up into the tight grip of his body.

“God, look at you,” Lee grunts out as he wraps one arm around George’s middle and looks over his shoulder. His cock is so, so red, straining away from George’s body and dripping onto the blanket below. Lee wraps his hand around it firmly, pressing his lips to George’s ear and shushing him as he keeps his fist maddeningly still.

“Don’t you fucking dare come,” he bites out, sliding his hand slowly up George’s chest before suddenly grabbing him by the throat, urging his head to tip back onto Lee’s shoulder. “Just be a good little hole for me.”

George has never really been manhandled like this in his life, not during sex anyway, and he's struck by how much he likes it when Lee hauls him about like that, holds him tight, his hands trapped between their bodies as they fuck, as Lee handles his cock like it doesn't even belong to George anymore.

"I'm fucking trying," he grits out. There's a part of him who honestly wants to know what Lee will do if he comes without permission but, maybe, that's something for another time. RIght now, he just desperately wants to be everything that's asked of him.

That makes Lee laugh breathlessly, smiling against George’s cheek. Honestly, he has no idea what he’d do if George didn’t obey him. He’s so new to all of this, figuring it out as he goes and hoping he doesn’t fuck it up. If anything, he’d pull out of George and finish himself off, not even letting George watch.

“You’re doing good for me, baby,” Lee pants out against his ear, taking the lobe between his teeth and biting gently. “I can’t decide if I want to come inside you or all over your pretty face.”

He lifts his hand from George’s neck to give his cheeks and mouth a few light slaps, sucking a mark into the side of his neck as he does. “Mm, maybe the latter so I can take more pictures.”

George can't help it -- that thought, plus all of the physical stimulation is enough to make him moan out loud. The slaps and the bites sting, and he's not sure he's ever been this close to being completely overstimulated.

"You've never come on my face before," he points out. "I'm not sure that anyone ever has, actually." His.m back, yes, and across his arse, on his belly, but never actually on his face.

Lee goes still at that, pausing for only a moment as wicked desire floods through him. He knows that George is far more experienced than Lee and that’s fine. He isn’t jealous or anything, but finding something no one else has ever done always enthralls him. It makes him feel a bit feral.

“That’s fucking absurd. Your face is made for it,” Lee growls out, giving George a few more hard, deep thrusts before suddenly pulling out of him. He manhandles George down onto his back, spine arched due to his hands being tucked underneath him. It can’t be comfortable, but Lee doesn’t plan on leaving him that way for too long.

Lee grabs his phone and lifts a knee to straddle George’s shoulders. Despite where his cock has just been, Lee fists it and taps the head against George’s swollen lips.

“Open your fucking mouth,” Lee growls out, feeling closer to monster than man. He waits for George to comply and then shoves his cock between his lips, nudging it against the back of his throat, watching George’s eyes as he does.

“There’s a good slut,” Lee says as he opens the camera on his phone, pointing it down at George’s face as he hits record. “Maybe I should post this online, huh? Let everyone see it.”

Lee would do no such thing. He’ll never show any of these to anyone, not ever, but he’s saying a lot of untrue things right now to push George’s buttons. What’s another? “Let people come over and line up to take turns on you while I watch.”

With his arms tied behind his back, he's helpless, pinned, but he doesn't even pretend to fight back, opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue before Lee presses his cock past his lips, slick with lube and precum. It's not the first time that he's sucked a cock that's been in his arse but, still, the humiliation of it sinks through him.

It's delicious.

Dimly, as he sucks, he's aware of Lee threatening him. If his mouth hadn't been full, he might explain that it wouldn't be the first time there was a line to fuck him. He can't say that, though. All he can do is lie there and moan as he takes what he's given.

Lee is so, so close and he breathes into the sensation, feeling vaguely overwhelmed. He’s in over his head a little, he thinks, but he’s in it so deep now.

He just hopes that he’s doing okay. It seems like he has a lot to live up to, and he doesn’t really know how he possibly could.

Thankfully, the sweet suction of George’s mouth chases the doubt away and Lee gasps, hand trembling slightly as he holds the camera off to the side in one hand. He fists the base of his cock with the other, pulling it out of George’s mouth and slapping it against his lips a few times before stroking himself hard and fast.

He comes with a loud groan, watching with a dark, predatory gaze as come splashes across George’s plush mouth and reddened cheeks, spurts landing on his tongue and chin before Lee is finally spent. He pants harshly, taking a few pictures of George’s face before dropping the camera and shifting onto his hands and knees over George, staring down at his face like a wild thing.

After a moment, he licks George’s chin, gathering come on his tongue and feeding it into George’s mouth with a messy kiss.

Lee comes, spurting hot and thick across George's face, his open mouth, and he nearly comes himself, on the spot. Somehow, he manages to hold onto the last scraps of his self control, trembling violently and making a soft whimpering sound as Lee kisses more come into his mouth. He'd beg, but he isn't sure he can actually use words right then.

George looks kind of helpless, sweaty and trembling and making the sweetest sounds. Lee can’t find it himself to call George names or be cruel to him in that moment, even if it’s just a game.

He sweeps his hand over George’s forehead, brushing back his sweaty hair and touching his mouth to George’s face, alternating between kisses and little kitten licks of his tongue whenever he finds a sticky spot.

“Do you want to come, baby?” Lee asks almost sweetly, pressing his elbows into the blanket next to George’s shoulder. He holds eye contact while reaching between their bodies to wrap his hand around George’s stiff cock, so hot that’s almost molten to the touch. “Ask me nicely.”

He swallows, his eyes almost stinging when Lee wraps his hand around his cock. He nods, desperate, his lips still parted.

"Please can I come?" he mumbles. "Please?"

“You were so good,” Lee murmurs, nodding and kissing the corner of George’s mouth. He could just keep stroking him and it wouldn’t take much, but it doesn’t seem like a good enough reward.

Lee is still open and wet from earlier, so he positions George’s cock at his hole and sinks down onto it, gasping softly at the pressure as he settles. It’s absurdly intimate, because it’s only for the sole purpose of keeping as much of George inside of him as he can.

“Now, George,” he breathes out, tightening his body around George’s cock, so big and thick and taking up so much space inside him. “Give it to me.”

He doesn't know what he's expecting, but it definitely isn't for Lee to slide back down onto his cock like that, to take all of him in one go. He barely lasts two heartbeats before he's coming so hard that his head spins, a tear rolling down his cheek.

Something that sounds an awful lot like Lee's name spills put of him, mumbled between curses b

“It’s okay. I’ve got you,” Lee says as George bucks beneath him, shushing him soothingly and letting out a low growl of approval when he feels George’s cock pulsing inside him. It’s crazy how much he’s become addicted to the feeling.

Lee feels strangely serene, holding George’s face in his hands and licking the up salty tear on his cheek, tongue following the path of it before he presses a kiss to the corner of his eye.

He kisses George on the mouth a few times, lingering in the sensation until he remembers how George’s arms are trapped beneath him. Lee pulls off of him with a hiss, shifting until he can roll George onto his side enough to tug open the knot on the shirt. He pulls it free and rolls George into his back again, holding one wrist while bringing the other to his mouth, kissing the red marks on his skin.

George looks so flushed and dazed that Lee feels a rush of pride, smiling to himself as he rubs at George’s wrists.

“You were a perfect little whore,” Lee teases in a low voice, feeling helplessly, terrifyingly fond.

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