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There's a food truck festival in Petros Park that night, and Lee takes George mostly so he can see his face while trying new things, like squid balls and deep fried cheesecake. It's a good time and once they're full, neither of them are ready for the night to end so they wind up at a bar not far from George's place.

It's sort of mid-tier, not super nice but not a total dive, either. They get a few rounds at the bar, leaning against each other and laughing, and Lee realizes that he's drunk sort of all of a sudden, like it snuck up on him. It makes him more handsy, makes him bite at George's shoulder through the sleeve of his shirt. It makes him notice how many eyes are on George all the time.

The bartender brings them a round of tequila shots on a little tray complete with a salt shaker and lime wedges, and Lee looks up at him questioningly.

"We didn't order this," Lee tells him, and the bartender waves him off and tells him someone asked for them to be sent over. "Who?"

The bartender just shrugs and turns away to help a group of rowdy young women, and Lee glances at the shots before looking around the room a bit suspiciously. "Hm."

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When they're like this, it's the easiest thing in the world to just let himself go under, let it close over his head, and just give in to the sensation, to everything Lee wants him to do and be. When Lee squeezes his throat, he makes a soft sound, his eyes fluttering closed.

Everything Lee says is true.

“That’s it,” Lee murmurs, squeezing a little more tightly when George’s eyes fall shut. He looks at peace like this, and Lee stares down at him while slowly choking the life out of him. He keeps at it until he’s sure George will be dizzy and dazed, then releases him so he can take a breath.

“Stay,” Lee commands in a firm voice, letting George catch his breath as he goes to collect the rest of the toys. He has no real plans yet, but the assumes something will come to him in the moment. He stares at the pinwheel but leaves it behind. Neither of them have brought up using it yet and Lee won’t tonight, either.

He dumps everything else on the sofa and crouches behind George with the leather cuffs in his hand. “Hands behind your back. You won’t need them.”

Lee lets go of him and George sags back onto his heels, a little bit dazed. His cock is already aching hard, tenting the soft fabric of his trousers. Lee comes back with the contents of the drawer and dumps it on the couch and, when he tells George to put his hands behind his back, it does it without hesitation. He knows that he can trust Lee. He can let go.

“So obedient.” Lee secures a cuff around one wrist and wraps the chain between the cuffs around George’s wrists a few times, forcing them together before putting the cuff around the other wrist. “Up on your knees.”

He waits for George to lift himself up a little and then roughly pushes him between the shoulder blades so that he’s bent over the sofa, then yanks his sweats down over the enticing curve of his ass.

“There we go. All trussed up for me,” Lee coos, stepping back and picking up his phone to take a photo. The shutter click seems to echo around the room.

There's something about the fact that Lee just pushes his trousers down, rather than having him take them off altogether that makes it more humiliating. It's perfect. He rests his cheek against the fabric of the cushion as Lee takes photos.

"Yes, Sir," he murmurs, the ghost of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

George calls him sir, and Lee isn’t quite sure how to feel about it. He gets an idea, but he’s not sure if it would be crossing the streams too much.

“I’m so much more than that, aren’t I?” He murmurs, crouching down behind George and grabbing him roughly between his legs, grinding his palm against George’s hole and leaning in to bite lightly at the back of his neck, just below the collar.

George whimpers, his hips riding back into the roughness of Lee's touch. He nods, his cheek rubbing against the couch cushion.

"You are," he says, and nothing's ever been truer.

Lee feels the urge to demand more, to make George say he means more, but he realizes this isn’t the time or place for that. Anything George says with the collar on is for the game, and that’s it.

“I didn’t say you could move,” Lee says against George’s ear, nipping at the lobe while giving his ass a sharp slap at the same time. “Be still, slut.”

He leans back and grabs the lube, coating two fingers in it before reaching down and pressing them both into George’s body without preamble. “Still.”

George makes a soft sound when Lee slaps him, and then he forces his hips still as Lee pushes two fingers into him. His fingers curling into fists with the effort of not moving. His cock throbs between his spread thighs.

“Good boy,” Lee purrs, sitting up and putting one hand on the side of George’s head, pushing him hard into the cushion while fucking him with two fingers, shoving them in deep and hard and then withdrawing them entirely.

He keeps his hand on George’s head, roughly shoving him down while reaching for the plug with the other. He pushes it into George’s body and then lets go of him, shifting back to pull George’s sweats back up over his ass.

“There,” he says gruffly. “Now you’ll be ready if I decide I want to fuck you. Get back up on your knees.”

He can't move while Lee fingers him open, just have to kneel there and take it. He whimpers when Lee pulls his fingers out of him, and, when he pushes the plug into his arse instead, he actually moans.

Getting back up onto his knees without the use of his hands is ungainly and awkward but he manages it, biting his lip when he feels the toy shift inside him.

“Such a slut,” Lee says fondly, unable to keep from smiling as George shifts and moans. He leans down to scoop up the leash and then sits back down on the sofa in front of George, hooking the leash to the collar and then lounging back, letting his legs fall open.

He keeps the leash in one hand and tugs his cock out of his underwear with the other, stroking slowly as he tilts his head to study George’s face. “Fuck, you look good like this. My little plaything.”

All he can do -- all he has to do -- is just kneel there and take it. He's aching hard, and he feels the plug inside him shift with every small movement of his hips. His eyes dart between Lee's face and his cock in his hand.

He nods. That drifting feeling that he'd enjoyed before is already starting.

“I know what you want,” Lee says when he sees George glancing between his cock and his face, eyes hopeful and wet. He strokes himself lazily for another few moments, then reels in the leash, wrapping the chain around his fist to drag George in closer.

“Suck on it,” he commands once George has tipped forward, shoulders braced against Lee’s thighs. He slaps his cock against George’s cheek, and then his mouth. “Nice and slow. I want it to last.”

He doesn't need to be told twice. He opens his mouth, sliding it down over the first few inches of Lee's cock and starting to suck, gradually working his mouth down lower. He groans softly at the taste of him, his fingers flexing behind his back. He's always loved sucking cock but it's particularly sweet with Lee.

“That’s my good little whore,” Lee murmurs, groaning low in his throat and resting his free hand on the back of George’s head as his own head tips back against the sofa. He doesn’t push George down, doesn’t pull his hair. For now he just revels in the sensation of George’s perfect fucking mouth.

His other hand keeps a taut grip on the leash, pulling just hard enough for George to feel the pressure against the side of his throat, reminding him that it’s there. “No one does this better than you. That obscene fucking mouth of yours was made for this. Keep going.”

The praise sinks through him warmly, makes him almost purr around the press of Lee's cock on his tongue. He could do this all night, he realises. Just this. No ulterior motive, nothing to be gained -- just his mouth and Lee's cock and the constant pressure of the collar around his throat.

It's perfect.

Instead of rocking his hips, Lee just relaxes and lets himself be serviced, occasionally lifting his head to watch George bob up and down, cheeks pink and expression almost blissful.

It goes on for a long time and Lee lets it, letting his nails glide along George’s scalp and scratching as if he were a beloved pet. Eventually he drags himself out of it, sitting up a little and tugging on the leash.

“Swallow it all,” Lee tells him, pushing gently at the back of his head. “Stay there for as long as you can.”

He gets lost in it -- the slide of his mouth on Lee's cock, the scratch of Lee's nails against his scalp. He drifts, a little, until he hears Lee's voice. Without hesitation, he works his mouth further down Lee's cock until the tip of his nose is pressed into soft hair. He swallows around the head of Lee's cock, holding it for as long as he can before h comes up for air. Even then, he keeps the head of Lee's cock in his mouth while he catches his breath.

“Fuck.” Lee groans and tips his head back as he sinks into George’s throat, breathing in deep to try and stave off his orgasm.

George pulls back and Lee watches, awed as George pants around the head of his cock, too determined to keep it in his mouth to even really catch his breath. Curiosity, Lee pulls back on the leash, dragging George off of his cock only to watch as he tries hard to get it back in his mouth. Eventually Lee lets him, chuckling fondly and carding his fingers through George’s hair as he goes back to sucking at him.

“Such a good little pet. So eager to please,” he murmurs, thumbing at the corner of George’s eye. He knows that George likes the degradation, but Lee finds that he just wants to praise him right now, and hope he slips even deeper into whatever dreamy state that he’s in right now.

He lets George suck at him until he feels close to coming, then pulls on the leash to ease him off for real, shushing him soothingly as he makes a noise of complaint.

“Stop,” he says sternly. “I want to make your ass nice and red before I fuck you. Doesn’t that sound good?” George is staring up at Lee almost dazedly, with absolute trust, and Lee? Well, he feels a little like a god. “Will you take a little pain for me, baby?”

George has taken pain in the pursuit of sex before. His pursuit of James had left him bruised, with a shoulder that still aches, sometimes, in the cold. This, though? This is different. He knows that all he has to say is 'no', and that'll be an end to it. Lee won't force him. He won't be angry.

He nods, face flushed, cock aching.

"Hurt me," he says. "Please."

George looks so good like this, flushed and helpless, eyelashes clumped together with unshed tears and chin slick with spit. Lee feels a little sick to find it so hot, but that’s part of what this is for, right? They can both get what they need.

Lee nods and reaches out to cup George’s chin, thumbing roughly at his swollen mouth. He uses that grip to urge George up higher onto his knees, then grabs him around the waist and all but hauls him up into Lee’s lap. He lays George across his thighs, his own cock pressed against George’s belly.

George’s is still trapped in his sweats, and Lee slides his hand down the back of them, squeezing at his ass and then pressing in on the base of the toy.

“You like being across my lap, don’t you?” Lee asks in a low voice, tugging George’s sweats down over his hips to expose his ass, so pale and pretty and round, begging to be marked.

George grunts as Lee manhandles him into place, ends up with his head down and his arse up, achingly aware of the press of Lee's hard, spit-slick cock against him. Forming words is increasingly difficult, but he manages to make as Lee pulls his sweats down, his face burning with the humiliation of the position he finds himself in.

"Yes," he says, and he's almost squirming with the shame of admitting it.

What Lee can see of George’s face goes red and he twists like he’s embarrassed. Lee’s first instinct is to soothe him, but remembers that this is part of it for George.

“It’s okay,” Lee says in a low voice, rubbing his hand in slow circles over George’s backside, and then using his thumb to spread his cheeks wider around the base of the toy. “I won’t tell anyone how much you like having your ass up in the air like you’re just waiting to be used.”

Lee lifts his hand and brings it down in a sharp slap that’s still more of a tease than anything, a promise of what’s to come. He puts his other hand on top of George’s wrists where they’re bound at the small of his back, well aware of how much squirming George will have to do to accomplish what he asks for next.

“Bring it up a little higher, c’mon,” Lee says in a casually demeaning voice, letting out a short whistle while giving George’s ass a few sharp pats. “Show me what a slut you are.”

He hesitates, but only because he's working out how he's going to accomplish what Lee has asked for. He ends up having to squirm his hips, the friction on his cock maddening, to get his arse higher and his head lower.

"Like that?" he asks, far enough under that words feel odd in his mouth.

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