atehimrightup | for george

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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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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?”

Lee pulls George back and he catches himself on his hands, back on all fours as Lee fucks him. His eyes almost roll back in his head when Lee pulls on the collar, making it just a little bit harder to breathe.

"Fuck, yes," he says, nodding as much as he can. "Show her."
Alex is coming around, and she grins, pillowing her arm behind her head again.

"Yeah," she says. "Show me."

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“Fucking whore,” he says in a low growl, but there’s an undeniably fond edge to it. He holds the collar tightly, mostly cutting off his air and positioning him so Alex can see his face, and just how much he fucking loves this.

Lee grits his teeth and slaps George’s hip, grabbing into him as he fucks him with an almost brutal pace. It doesn’t take very long before Lee is slamming forward and coming with a harsh groan, tipping his head back as he spills into George’s body.

It’s only once his cock is done pulsing that he loosens his grip on the collar enough for George to take a breath, but he doesn’t let go. Instead he drags George’s body to the side, tugging him off of the sofa until he’s bent over it and has to brace his hands on the floor, thighs still on the sofa and ass up in the air as Lee pulls out of him.

It’s a humiliating position, but that’s the point.

“Look at him. Just a used up slut with a gaping hole,” Lee says to Alex, grabbing George’s thigh to roughly pull his legs open wider, watching intently as his come starts to leak out. “Maybe next time you can fuck him with a strap on while he sucks me off.”

George barely catches himself when Lee manhandles him like that and, suddenly, he's head down, arse up, and Lee's discussing him like he's not there, and his cock is fully and throbbing between spread thighs, and it's perfect. Above him, Alex shifts and he feels her fingers on his arse, tugging his cheeks further apart, stopping just short of pushing into him.

"It's pretty to think about, at least," she says.

He doesn't think Lee would actually let someone else fuck him, not even with a strap on. He's pretty sure.

As soon as Lee says it, he knows that he wouldn’t actually let it happen. Nothing against Alex, of course. Lee is just very possessive, he realizes. When the collar is on, George belongs to him and Lee doesn’t want anyone else fucking him.

He doesn’t want it when the collar is off either, if he’s being honest, but he knows that he doesn’t have any control over that. But he certainly wouldn’t have to watch it.

Lee sinks two fingers into George’s ass and the slick sound it makes is obscene. He fucks him with his fingers a little while Alex watches, and then he pulls them out while reaching down to grab George by the shoulder and haul him up.

“Want to see something really filthy? He loves this,” Lee says as he settles George between them, on his back with his long legs sprawled out and his cock almost comically hard again.

He takes his two fingers, still slick with his own come, and slides them into George’s mouth. “Get ‘em nice and clean.”

George's face burns but he sucks the fingers in his mouth without hesitation, groaning softly at the taste of Lee's come, even better for the humiliation of knowing where the fingers in his mouth have just been.

He looks between them, Lee's fingers still pressed against his tongue, and tries his hardest to keep his hips still so he doesn't just hump the air.

Lee looks over at Alex as George sucks at his fingers, then chuckles as George squirms and looks between them. He’s so absurdly beautiful, pink and sweaty all over, and Lee pulls his fingers free and cradles his face almost tenderly, thumbing at his chin.

“Well, what should we do about this?” Lee asks her as he touches a fingertip to the head of George’s hard cock, tracing a light circle along the edge of his foreskin and smirking at the pained groan George lets out. “Any ideas?”

Alex makes a thoughtful sound, trailing one nail along the sensitive underside of George's cock, enjoying the way it makes him squirm.

"Well," she says. "If he likes to be embarrassed, you could always take him out into the club proper with come dripping out of him and make him make himself come for an audience?"

Between them, George whimpers at the thought of it.

For some reason the suggestion surprises him a little, and he’s about to shake his head to dismiss when George makes this plaintive sound, like he wants it, and Lee pauses. He feels a little out of his depth again, but mostly he just wants to make George happy.

“Do you like the sound of that?” Lee asks George, keeping his voice light as he studies George’s face. “You want to go put on a show?”

George actually has to think about it, more present than he was earlier in the scene, more capable of thinking things through. Lee looks at him for a long time, and George smiles, bright and genuine.

"Why not?" he says, his voice a little dreamy. "Wouldn't be the first time I've come for an audience."

Why not? That’s a good question, and Lee can’t think of a good answer. It’s just not what he would have chosen, and he sort of just wants to pull George into his arms and go home.

But that isn’t what George wants. Alex either, so it looks like he’s been outvoted. He could say no and it would be within his rights while George has the collar on, but he’s smiling so big and Lee can’t bring himself to do it.

“Fine, go put on your show. Let them see how used up you are,” Lee says as he gets up off the bed and reaches for his pants. George can put on a show all he wants, but Lee’s not going out there naked with him. “If you let anyone touch you, I won’t. Not for days.”

As Alex starts to get dressed, George stays sprawled on the sofa, studying Lee as he starts to get dressed. He knows Lee well enough to feel the shift in his energy, and his eyebrows draw together.

"Or we can go home," he says. "There can be other times for this."

Mostly, out of this, what he wants is Lee. He doesn't care how it happens, as long and it's the two of them.

“But that’s not what you want,” Lee says as he pulls his shirt on, leaving the buttons undone as he bends over to pull his socks on. It makes him feel so foolish, all of a sudden. Like he’s just a kid. “I want what you want.”

He pushes his hair back from his face, feeling embarrassed and perhaps a little overstimulated as he looks around for his shoes.

“Look, I’ve never had a threesome or anything before,” he says as he scoops up his boot, carefully not looking at Alex. It feels like he’s blowing this. “I’m just— I’m processing.”

For a moment, neither it them react and then Alex huffs out a breath, head bent as she replaces her corset.

"Jesus Christ," she says, as George leans forward. "You two don't do things by halves, do you?"

Collar forgotten, George reaches for Lee, snagging his fingers with one hand to draw him closer. "I want you," he says, dark eyes on Lee's face. "The rest is... It's so much noise. That's all."

Lee’s cheeks flush at Alex’s comment and he looks vaguely distressed as George reels him in, only because he’s worried that he’s ruining everything.

George tries to reassure him and Lee feels so stupid for a minute. He forces himself to take a breath and nods, reaching out to put his hand on George’s cheek, staring into his eyes. It does make him feel better and he nods, leaning down to press a kiss to George’s mouth.

“Let’s go make some noise, then,” Lee says with a soft laugh, feeling a bit lighter. He’s hitting his limit, he thinks. But they can end it on a high note.

He kisses George again and then holds onto the lock as he leans over to pick up the plug, feeling ridiculous as he shoves it into the pocket of his coat.

“You’re going to let everyone watch you come,” he says in a steady voice, nodding resolutely. “And then I’m going to be the one to take you home.”

He gaze shifts to Alex and he looks a little sheepish and apologetic, slightly embarrassed. “After we get your number.”

Alex can't help but feel like she's intruding, and it kind of pisses her off, how much it makes her miss Darlington. Still, she manages a grin.

"There'll be a pen behind the bar," she says, as George stands, naked and gorgeous and well fucked. "Totally up for a repeat performance."

Lee crosses over to her, smiling and putting his hand on her shoulders, leaning in to press a kiss to her mouth. He’s grinning when he pulls away.

“Thanks for popping my cherry,” he says with a wink, kissing her again before turning to gather George’s clothes, tucking them over his arm and reaching out to put a hand on George’s lower back, shoving him a little and slapping his ass hard enough to make him jolt. “Now how do we get this slut an audience?”

It's a good kiss, and Alex is smiling when he steps back, wider when he slaps George's ass.

"Up to you," she says. "You can lead him out there and put him where you want him, or make him walk out there and find his own spot. Different kinds of humiliation."

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