atehimrightup | for george

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for george

When Lee first learns of the club, a plan starts to formulate. He thinks about how George sprung that little shopping trip on him, and decides that it's time for a little payback.

He does some research and makes an appointment, then texts George to tell him that they're going out for dinner, that he'll be picked up at 8pm, and that Lee would like it very much if he wore the plug.

The thought of going to a sex club is sort of nerve wracking and intriguing all at the same time. He doesn't know if he particularly wants to partake in anything, but he's curious. He wants to check it out, and he thinks that George will, too. Hell, with all that George has gotten up to, it might seem like child's play to him.

But to Lee, it's entirely new. For him, sex has always been this clandestine, hidden thing. It was animal behavior, biology to be taken care of and little else. But he's learning so much about all the other ways it can be, and this seems like a good way to further his education.

He's even snuck the collar away to keep in his pocket. He doesn't want to tell George to wear that, too. It's never been worn out of the safety of George's apartment before, and he wants that choice to be George's, so Lee will let him make it once he has all the information.

He decides to get a cab for the trip, not wanting to drive his beat up old truck when he may possibly be impaired. He's dressed in all black-- jeans and a silky button down and his boots, with his face shaved and his dark red curls actually combed and styled. He looks-- good. It's not often that he looks into the mirror and thinks that, but it's happening more often lately. That's George's influence, he's sure.

Once the car pulls up to George's building, Lee shoots him a text. Come downstairs.

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George’s head lulls back against Lee’s shoulder and he nuzzles his nose behind George’s ear, licking away a bead of sweat and pressing a kiss there. He and Alex basically pass him back and forth between their hips, using him, and Lee feels an overwhelming surge of affection for him in that moment. They always hit him at the weirdest times.

“Then you better get those boots ready if that’s what you want,” Lee tells Alex, sliding his hand up Alex’s side until he can cup one of her tits and thumb at her nipple. He keeps his other hand on George’s hip, squeezing hard. “He’s been good and I want to let him come.”

Alex doesn't need to be told twice. She eases herself off George's cock with a sigh, leaning down to suck the taste of her cunt off him, peeling away the condom when she pulls back. She shifts to the end of the couch, arranging herself with both feet up on the cushion, leaned back against the arm so that she can watch them fuck.

"Like that?" she says. George just moans, rocking his hips back onto Lee's cock.

Lee nods and thrusts up into George a bit harder, reaching around to curl his hand around George’s cock. It’s molten hot, like velvet over steel, and Lee bites softly at the back of his shoulder.

He starts to stroke George’s cock, angling in such a way that he’ll shoot all over Alex’s boots. His other hand slides up the center of George’s chest, curling around his throat over the collar.

“Okay, baby,” he says in George’s ear, his voice practically a growl. “You can let go. Let us see you come.”

George doesn't really know how long he's been hard for, how long he's wanted to come. Lee's hands are on him and Alex is sitting in front of him, naked and inviting, and it doesn't take much before he falls over the edge, a loud moan ripping out of him as he shoots come all over polished leather.

He's almost sobbing it feels so good.

George’s orgasm is so beautiful, so raw and intense, that Lee almost hates that someone else is witnessing it. Lee shushes him soothingly, lips pressed to George’s ear as he holds onto him, arms going around him and clutching at him possessively as he trembles and whimpers his way through it.

“That’s it. You did so good,” he murmurs quietly, turning George’s face toward him and kissing the corner of his mouth. “A perfect little slut.”

For the moment, he ignores Alex entirely, too focused on George for any of his attention to fall elsewhere.

He's so relaxed he's almost boneless, still trembling, and his cock is still more than half hard, even having just come. He smiles against Lee's mouth.

"All of it's for you," he says, despite Alex being right there. "And you know it."

Lee grins at that, looking dopey and boyish for a moment before he remembers where they are. There’s a wild moment where he wants to yell at Alex to look away, but he manages to contain it and take a breath.

“I know it,” Lee confirms, tugging at the lock on the collar and kissing him again. He holds onto George for a long moment, until his cock throbs with the need for attention where it’s still deep inside of George’s body. Lee kisses him and hums, pulling back and putting a hand between George’s shoulders to push him down on all fours.

Lee glances at Alex, almost embarrassed that she witnessed something so private, then shakes it off and lifts his chin, grabbing George by the hips.

“But I still have to come,” Lee reminds him, rolling his hips and thrusting in deep. “And you have a mess to clean.”

"Yes, Sir," murmurs George, leaning down until his weight is caught on his forearms, Alex's boots in front of him, rocking forward with every thrust of Lee's cock inside him. He drags his tongue over come splattered leather, moaning at the taste, the arousal and the humiliation.

He could do this forever.

“Look at him,” he says to Alex, wanting to get things back on track. He can be mushy later, once they’re alone at home. “He’s been so obedient. Sometimes he’s a brat.”

There’s obvious fondness in his voice and he smacks George’s ass, squeezing and dragging him back onto Lee’s cock. He watches George lick his own come from Alex’s boots with red cheeks, and once he’s done he grabs George by the hair and moves his head, pressing his face into Alex’s wet cunt.

“You got to come. Now we’re going to use you to get off,” Lee tells him, smacking his ass again and letting go of his hair so he can come up for air, mouth and nose shining as Lee thrusts into him hard. “Show her what else that tongue can do.”

It's like watching gay porn in real life, and Alex would be lying if she said she wasn't totally into it. It's been such a long time and this is doing a great job of taking the edge off. Lee presses George's face between her legs and he immediately goes to work, sucking and licking, and she can feel the thrust of Lee's cock against her every time he moves. She groans, arching her back and fondling her own tits.

"You can tell me what to do too, if you like," she says, giving Lee her best shit-eating grin. "I didn't hate it."

“Yeah, I could tell,” Lee volleys back, but he’s smirking. Then he looks down and gets distracted as he watches George eat her out like he’s starving, licking and sucking and moving his head in a way that makes it clear that he’s fucking her with his tongue.

For a wild, irrational moment he’s jealous that he can’t experience it for himself, but he shakes the thought away and scratches his nails lightly down George’s spine while he fucks him.

“Pull his hair,” he tells Alex, grunting as he fucks George almost lazily. They’ve all come now, and he feels no particular rush. “He likes that.”

Content to be obedient for now, Alex pushes both hands into George's dark hair, cradling his skull, scratching her nails against his scalp before she tugs, hard enough to lift his mouth off her for a second before she lets him go back to the task at hand.

She's gratified to feel him moan, his mouth pressed tight against her cunt.

"You're right," she says, grinning breathlessly. "He does."

Lee chuckles at the sight of it, pleased that George is enjoying himself. Lee is too, of course, but his whole goal this evening was to show George a good time. He thinks he’s done a decent job of it.

“Hungry slut,” Lee says fondly, slapping George’s ass again. “Such a pretty little hole for me to use. Sometimes I want to tie him to the bed all day, all spread open, and come use him like a toy whenever I feel like it.”

He’s kind of rambling, but he knows that George likes the sound of his voice, and Lee likes what George likes. “He loves to be helpless.”

"Does he?" says Alex, because it isn't like George can contribute to the conversation right now. She rocks her hips almost lazily, her fingers tight in his hair. "My ex did. You should invest in a cock ring, too. Make him multi-function." She grins. "Like a swiss army knife."

“Like this, yes,” Lee confirms, because in all other scenarios, George is the opposite of helpless. He thumbs at one of the dimples low on George’s back, watching as his cock slides out and then back in again, sinking in so easily, like it’s exactly where he belongs.

“What does a cock ring do?” Lee asks, amused by the way that they’re sharing an almost casual conversation while using George’s body for pleasure. “I’m pretty new to this stuff.”

"Keeps him hard, stops him coming until you want him to," she says, a little breathless as George sucks on her clit. She pulls his hair, changing the angle of his mouth. "Used to use them with my ex, sometimes."

Lee finds himself curious about this ex, but now probably isn’t the time to bring it up. He wonders if they’ll do this again. He wouldn’t hate it.

“Hm, that might be useful. This one sometimes has trouble with that,” Lee says, injecting his voice with stern disapproval even as he smirks, just to embarrass him. Even though he’s not even sure if George is even listening to them at all.

Breathless and flushed, his face slick from Alex's cunt, George lifts his head and glances over his shoulder.

"Once," he says, rolling his eyes fondly, even though it's probably going to earn him a slapped arse. "I did that once."

“And I haven’t forgot,” Lee replies, slapping the side of George’s ass hard enough that his hand stings, even as he has to bite his lip to keep from laughing. “Now you’re getting that cock ring for sure.”

He leans over and palms the back of George’s head, shoving his face back into Alex’s cunt. “You’re supposed to be making yourself useful.”

George is laughing when Lee shoves his head, when he bends back down and presses his mouth against Alex's cunt, gratified when she moans. Before he came, he'd felt like he was drifting, unmoored. He feels much more present and tethered now and, God, it's fun.

There are few sounds in the world that Lee enjoys more than George’s laugh. His chest feels like it might explode whenever he hears it, and he grins down at George indulgently, pleased to find that he’s no longer so out of it.

Alex, on the other hand, seems a little dazed. Lee can’t really blame her; he knows what George can do with that mouth.

“Put your fingers inside her,” he tells George as he snaps his hips forward. “I want to watch you make her come.”

Alex's cunt is so sensitive that, when George presses two fingers into her, his mouth back against her clit, she actually whimpers, which makes her face flush because, Jesus Christ. She rolls her hips, pressing in tighter against her mouth.

"It's not going to take long," she says, grinning breathlessly. "Tell me something filthy. About him."

She pulls George's hair again, her breath hitching.

Lee watches this strong, bossy woman mewl and squirm under George’s mouth and feels something like a surge of pride. George is so good at this, and he’s all Lee’s.

He ponders the request, trying to decide what to reveal. The first thing that comes to mind is how good his blood tastes, but that’s just for them. No one else needs to know about that, or George’s past. The latter mostly because those aren’t Lee’s story to tell.

“He eats ass even more enthusiastically than he eats pussy,” Lee says after a moment, grinning and dragging George back onto his cock. “He’ll stick his tongue anywhere.”

"God," says Alex, the sound almost a sob. "What do I have to do to see him do that?" She ruts her hips up against George's mouth again and then she's coming, hard, her back arching against the couch.

She's lost count of how many times. She thinks its four? It's maybe four.

“Next time,” Lee assures her, grinning as he comes again, arching up as if it’s being ripped from her body. He leans forward and grabs George by the hair, pulling his head up so he can watch while Lee starts to pound into him more purposefully.

“Look at what you did,” Lee says proudly, letting go of George’s hair to tuck his fingers into the back of his collar, pulling it tight across the front of his neck. “Should we show her how much you love it when I come inside you? Let her see your used up hole once I’m all done with you?”

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