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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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“Good boy,” Lee pants out, wrapping the leash around his fist to pull on it a bit more. He massages George’s prostate with more purpose now, applying unrelenting pressure until George is nothing but a whining, quivering mess.

“Such a needy little thing,” Lee murmurs, dragging it out for another few seconds just to watch him squirm, marveling over how beautiful he looks. “Okay, baby. Come for me.”

He doesn't qiuite come on demand, but it doesn't take long -- another few squirms of his hips and then he's coming, straining and trembling against the tug of the lead around his throat. His breath sobs out of him. He can't imagine the mess he's making.

George’s orgasm comes with a force that Lee doesn’t expect and all he can do is stare at him for a few moments, wide-eyed and awed. It’s so beautiful, and Lee feels so immensely satisfied. So powerful.

“That’s it. That’s so good. I’m so proud of you,” Lee murmurs, feeling George’s cock pulse against his thigh, making a mess between their bodies. Lee works him through it, then slows his fingers and pulls them free, loosening his grip on the leash at the same time. George is shaking all over and Lee lets out a soothing sound, holding the trembling mess of him as if he’s the most important thing in the world.

In the moment, and in most of Lee’s moments lately, that’s exactly what he is.

The praise is just as good as the humiliation, and George finds himself settled by it. It makes him think of time spent on horses, soft words whispered to calm a beast's racing heart. He whimpers, turning his head.

"Thank you."

“You’re welcome, baby,” Lee says easily, because he understands what George is thanking him for. Lee has been in the exact same spot, soothed by George’s firm hands.

After a few minutes of Lee just petting and praising him, he shifts out from underneath George, swiping his hand through the mess on his belly before laying him down on the sofa, one leg stretched along it while the other falls off of it, knee bent and hanging toward the floor. It spreads him open, but Lee doesn’t fuck him just yet. He feels strangely calm now, centered, and instead he sits next to George’s head, lifting it to rest George’s cheek against his thigh. His cock is so hard that it hurts, but he can wait. Seeing George like this is too beautiful, and he doesn’t want to rush.

“Clean up this mess up for me,” he murmurs, holding his come slick hand in front of George’s mouth.

His cock isn't fully soft, but he knows that it's going to be a while until he can come again, and he shivers when he remember what Lee said was coming next. When Lee lifts his head to rest it against his thigh, George nuzzles his cheek against soft skin and, when Lee tells him to clean up the mess, he shifts, sucking two come coated fingers into his mouth without a second thought.

“Such a good little pet,” Lee murmurs fondly, lifting his other hand to ruffle it through George’s sweaty hair. He looks almost dazed as he sucks on Lee’s fingers, and Lee only removed them to sweep up the come on his thigh, feeding it to him little by little until it’s all gone.

“How do you feel?” Lee asks, wanting to check in before continuing.

George's eyes had drifted closed as Lee had fed him his own come, one mouthful at a time. He opens them again, giving Lee a sort of dazed, dreamy smile.

"Good," he says. "Floating." He stretches his back a little, still in the position Lee put him in. "You could be meaner to me. I could take it." He looks doubtful for a moment. "It's odd that that's what I want, isn't it?"

“I find it hard to be mean to you,” Lee admits, but he shakes his head a little at the question. “We all crave things we cannot explain. I don’t think it’s odd.”

He takes a deep breath and drags his nails lightly along George’s scalp. “It’s kinda funny. I’m usually very mean without trying at all. You make it difficult.”

"I think I like it because you being mean to me doesn't have any real consequences," says George, his eyes drifting closed again as Lee scratches at his scalp. "I can sink into it because I know you don't mean it. I just have to... Take it." He smiles. "Feels good."

“That… helps, actually,” Lee says thoughtfully, relieved that George isn’t internalizing any of what Lee says in these moments. His brow furrows thoughtfully as he looks down at George, who looks so young and peaceful with his eyes closed, even as debauched as he is right now.

Lee sits there for another long moment and then nods to himself before sliding out from under George’s head and leaving him on the sofa, arms still locked behind his back and ass burning red.

“You hang tight then,” Lee says, patting the side of George’s head a bit patronizingly before heading toward the kitchen. “I’ll be back when I feel like it.”

With his hands locked behind his back, it's not the most comfortable that he's ever been, but it would be worse if he was on the floor, not stretched out on the couch. He doesn't move out of the position that Lee put him in, just lying there drifting with his eyes closed and trying not to feel too vulnerable because he's suddenly alone. He isn't really, anyway -- Lee is still here somewhere.

Lee gets himself a glass of water and then leans out the window to take a few drags of a cigarette, erection flagging slightly as he does. He’s been turned on for so long that he feels a bit crazy, but maybe that’s a good thing.

He goes into the bathroom and takes a look at himself in the mirror. There’s a bit of dried blood around the butterfly closure on his cheek, which is starting to bruise. Lee pokes at it hard, hissing as the pain blossoms through his face.

Mean. He can be mean. He is mean. He broke a guy’s fingers tonight simply for touching George. He’s ruthless when he needs to be and if the man he has very complicated feelings for wants him to be mean, he can be mean. He thinks about what George said about Lee taking what he wants without asking and thinks about the rage he felt just earlier tonight. He lets it take over as he stares at his bruised face in the mirror, then turns to stalk back out into the living room.

George is lying there looking like he’s drifting, peaceful despite the filthy way he’s positioned, and Lee suddenly gets so mad about the way that George has upended his life.

He walks up to the sofa and grabs George by his arms, suddenly yanking him off of it to drag him down onto the floor, depositing him there face down, chest heaving as he stands up and reaches for the whip.

“You asked for it,” Lee reminds him, and then brings down the whip across his ass harder than he’d dared to before, gritting his teeth at the sound it makes.

He did ask for it, but that doesn't mean that he's expecting it then he gets pitched onto the floor. It knocks the breath out of him and he's still lying there, prone, cheek against the rug. When leather snaps against his skin, he yelps. It's a wholly undignified, humiliating noise.

Lee finds himself breathing hard, eyes wide at the sound George makes. He pauses long enough to make sure that George isn’t going to tap out, and then whips him again, this time on the backs of his thighs.

“Spread your fucking legs,” Lee barks out, kicking his ankles apart before finally taking off his underwear. He holds them in his hand for a moment, then bends down and stuffs the crotch of them into George’s mouth, gagging him with cotton. “Nice and wide, slut.”

The whip cracks against his ass again. “Now.”

Lee kicks his feet apart but George spreads them wider, more thoroughly exposing himself. The whip hurts, but in a way that goes straight to his cock, makes him squirm. His mouth is suddenly fill of cotton, warm from being close to Lee's skin, damp with precum. George moans into the cotton filling his mouth, spreading his legs so wide he feels it in his hips.

“God, look at you,” Lee says, and this time there’s derision in his tone meant to hit the part of George that makes him blush and squirm with shame. “Does it even matter whose cock it is? Or are you just so desperate to be fucked that you don’t even care?”

Lee whips him again, the pale inside of one thigh and then the other, before dropping onto his hands and knees over George, huffing his breath like an agitated animal.

“Mm, maybe. But I know whose you like best,” Lee assures him, fisting his cock as he positions himself between George’s legs. He’s still wet and open from the toy and Lee’s fingers, and his cock has been leaking freely, so he doesn’t bother with lube. He doesn’t bother going slow, either.

He lines up and shoves forward, sheathing himself inside of George’s body all at once, grinding his hips hard against George’s reddened ass. He has to still himself and take a breath, planting one hand into the floor next to George’s head as he leans over him. “It’s a wonder a whore like you is still so tight.”

He doesn’t give George time to adjust, instead hooking his fingers in back of George’s collar, pinning his head to the floor as he starts to fuck him with hard, deep thrusts.

George does blush, his face burning, his hips squirming against the rug. His cock is hard again, pressed uncomfortably between his belly and the rug under him. It's not the first time he's heard someone say things like that about him but, this tmie, it's different. This time, its Lee, and it's all part of the game. Which means he can sink into it. Which means he doesn't have to fight back. Before he really knows whats happening, Lee's cock is inside him, aching deep, and George moans, loud and raw, at being so full so suddenly. Lee barely gives him a breath before starting to fuck him, and all George can do, bound and spread as he is, is lie there and be fucked.

It's glorious.

That loud moan, muffled by wet cotton, spurs Lee on. It confirms that he’s on the right track, so he lets himself sink deeper into it, letting the monster come to the surface. Just a little, just to take a breath.

“I don’t care how much of a whore you are. You’re mine now,” Lee says as he drops to his elbow, bringing his body closer to George’s and fucking him harder, fingers still curled in the collar as he lowers his face to George’s ear. “You let anyone else do this to you and I will fucking kill them.”

He punctuates this with a particularly hard thrust, pulling hard on George’s collar at the same time. “Show me that you understand that.”

He can feel the pull of the collar across his throat when he swallows, grunting and moaning as Lee thrusts into him, fucking him harder than he thinks anyone ever as in his life. Lee growls in his ear, and a shiver goes down his spine. He can't speak so he just nods, cheek rubbing against the rub, and he hopes that that's enough.

“Good,” Lee gasps out, pulling hard at the collar and then letting go to grab at George’s hip instead, pulling him up and shoving his knee against George’s thigh to get his hips off the floor. He shoves a hand underneath to wrap it around George’s cock, not stroking so much as letting each hard thrust propel George’s cock through the tight grip of his fist.

“You’re a hole for me to use,” Lee pants out, licking at his teeth as they start to itch. He can smell how much George is enjoying this, and his arousal clouds Lee’s senses so much that he can barely think. “And I’ll take it as often as I damn well please.”

He thrusts harder, eyes widening as the pleasure becomes impossible to ignore. His orgasm takes over his whole body and he growls as he comes, biting hard at George’s shoulder. He manages to stop himself before it gets too hard, but the corners of his front teeth break through pale skin and Lee has to rip his mouth away before he can taste even a hint of blood.

He drops his head between George’s shoulders, panting hard and then biting at the back of the collar, pulling at it with his teeth as his hips rock mindlessly, fucking his come into George’s body.

The only thought in his head is that he'd let Lee do whatever wanted, whenever he wanted. Suddenly, he's up on his knees, cheek still against the floor, mouth still full and then pain blossoms through him. It takes him a moment to realise that Lee's bit him, harder than he has before. He doesn't care. He wants it all. When Lee comes and keeps fucking him, George whines, rocking his hips to fuck into Lee's fist. It's too soon, he can't come yet, but that isn't the point and he knows it.

Lee’s awareness of everything but pleasure seems to white out for a long moment, and eventually he comes back to himself with leather between his teeth, then swallows hard and jerks his head back. His eyes go to the bite on George’s shoulder in the shape of his teeth. There’s one spot of blood from where the corner of his front tooth just barely broke through the skin and Lee goes still for a long moment before dragging his tongue over it with shivering whimper.

George is making a similar sound beneath him, moving his hips almost desperately, and Lee lets out a low, rough chuckle as he shifts them onto their sides. He pillows George’s head on his forearm as he wraps that arm loosely around his neck, nosing behind his ear as he strokes George’s cock almost lazily.

“Such a needy little thing,” he pants out, letting his fingers drift until he can trail them softly over one of George’s nipples, toying idly with the end of the barbell. “Look at you, acting like you’re in heat. You can’t even control yourself. It’s so fun to watch.”

He can't control himself. He shifts against Lee's body, rocking his hips forward to press into the hand stroking his cock. He isn't sure whether he wants to squirm away from the fingers teasing his nipple or get closer. He whines into the gag in his mouth, flexes fingers trapped between their bodies.

George is helpless. He’s completely at Lee’s mercy, out of his mind with lust, and Lee feels— well, he feels a lot of things when it comes to George.

He gives George’s nipple a light pinch, just enough for him to really feel the zing of sensation, then lifts his hand to pluck the underwear from his swollen mouth. There are tears staining his cheeks and he is so, so fucking beautiful.

“I want to hear you beg me to let you come,” Lee murmurs, squeezing his cock a little tighter and wrapping his arm around George’s chest to pull him closer, smashing his arms between their bodies. “Make it good.”

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