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[atehimrightup]

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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[gallowseyes]

A little shiver goes through George and, pressed as close as they are, there's no way Lee doesn't feel it.

"It does sometimes feel like a waste anywhere else," he teases, nipping at the side of Lee's neck. "Oh, God. I'd like that, I think."

He remembers, suddenly, telling Peter Carr that he was on no man's leash and he can't help but laugh at himself.

[atehimrightup]

“I know you would.” Lee learns more about George every single day. He feels George shiver a little and smirks to himself, rocking his ass back against George’s hips.

“What?” He asks when George laughs like that, twisting around to try and get a look at his face. “What’s funny?”

[gallowseyes]

"Nothing, really. I was thinking of something I said in Scotland, the day before I found myself here," he says. "I told someone that I was on no man's leash. I meant that I was free to fuck men other than the king." He kisses Lee's jaw. "And then there was you, love."

[atehimrightup]

Lee laughs at that, genuinely amused, and then George finishes and he goes quietly stunned, swallowing hard as George kisses him. It feels a little like he just got punched in the chest. That seems to keep happening.

“No man’s leash but mine,” Lee tells him, rocking his hips again. “And only when you want to be.”

Lee is no king, and George is certainly free to fuck other men, but Lee’s belly twists a little at the thought. He tries not to dwell on it. “You look very pretty at the end of it.”

[gallowseyes]

"I do try," says George, breath catching in a moan when Lee grinds back against his cock. He skirts one hand lower, grazing his fingers along the length of Lee's cock, then lower, fondling his balls as he kisses the side of his neck.

"No more of that tonight, though."

[atehimrightup]

“No, no more,” Lee agrees easily. He’s had enough of that. Now all he wants is this, for it to be just the two of them as they are.

He lifts his knees to spread his thighs a bit wider as George’s hand explores his body. It seems a little ridiculous that he’s getting hard again so fast, but he didn’t actually come all that much tonight.

And it’s George. He’ll always be able to get it up for George.

“I just want you.”

[gallowseyes]

"You have me," murmurs George, curling his fingers around Lee's cock, not stroking yet but holding him against he is palm. "However you want to have me, that's what I want." He sighs against Lee's shoulder, rocking his hips slowly to slide his own hard cock against the cleft of Lee's arse.

[atehimrightup]

“Mm, okay,” Lee says easily, because he knows exactly what he wants. “Not in here. I want to be in bed.”

He sits up and scrubs his hands over his face, turning around to straddle George’s thighs. Water sloshes over the rim and Lee laughs as he takes George’s face in his hands. “Baths are terrible for actually getting clean.”

[gallowseyes]

"You have a point," says George, his hands coming to rest on Lee's bare thighs. "They used to be all we had, though." He smiles. "Is there any point in getting properly clean, if you mean to have me again?"

[atehimrightup]

“God, I love the way you talk,” Lee tells him, reaching for a wash cloth and wetting it so he can wipe gently at George’s face and neck, thumbing at a red mark left by his collar.

“It’s probably more effective if you’re in here by yourself.” He wipes at George’s collarbones and chest, thumbing gently at his nipples under the guise of cleaning them. “But what’s the fun in that?”

[gallowseyes]

"You do have a point there," says George, his body arching slightly against the porcelain of the tub as Lee's hands move over him, as he teases at his nipples. "On both fronts."

[atehimrightup]

“I’m gonna have such fun with these when they’re healed,” Lee says in a low voice, smirking as he traces George’s nipples with his thumbs and then drags the cloth lower, rubbing it over George’s stomach and sides.

He scrubs the cloth over his face and arms, giving himself a much quicker wipe down before dropping the washcloth and leaning in to kiss George on the mouth again, unable to help himself.

[gallowseyes]

"Oh, I bet you will," says George, arching slightly at the mix of pleasure and pain when Lee rubs his thumbs against the piercings.

When the kiss breaks, he strokes the side of Lee's face gently, thumb tracing the line of his bottom lip.

"Bed?"

[atehimrightup]

“Bed.” Lee opens the drain for the tub and stands up, sloshing water everywhere as he gets out and reaches for his towel. He’s covered in bubbles and his hair is only half wet so he’s not sure what the bath actually accomplished, but they have to be cleaner now than when they went in.

They dry off haphazardly, tossing their towels aside as Lee puts his hands on George’s hips and backs him into the bedroom, kissing him thoroughly until George’s legs bump into the bed. Lee playfully pushes him back onto it, crawling onto all fours over him.

“However I want, huh?” Lee asks, and there’s the softest blush on his cheeks as his eyes search George’s face. “That was the deal?”

[gallowseyes]

George falls back into the bed, all smiles, looking up at Lee with dark, wondering eyes. He reaches up to smudge a thumb across the flush chasing across Lee's cheekbone.

"That was the deal," he says.

[atehimrightup]

Lee smiles and puts his palm over George’s hand, holding it while he turns his head to kiss George’s palm, biting softly at the meat of it and then kissing the inside of his wrist before letting go of him.

He reaches over to grab the lube from the nightstand, leaving it abandoned on the bed as he shifts down onto one elbow and kisses George again. It’s a long kiss, the kind that goes on and on with quick little breaths only when they part to change the angle. It’s the kind of kiss that he never got to have before George.

While they kiss, Lee manages to get the lube open and squirt some onto his fingers with one hand. He reaches down between George’s legs to rub slick fingertips in circles against his hole, grunting into George’s mouth as he sinks two fingers into him with relative ease, given earlier events.

Still, he takes his time and fingers George just for the fun of it, shifting into his elbow so he can pull back enough to watch George’s face as he does.

[gallowseyes]

The kiss is long enough, sweet enough, that it leaves George flushed and breathless. Lee presses fingers into him, but it doesn't feel rushed, not a means to an end. He rocks his hips slowly, fucking himself on Lee's fingers as he looks up, tracing the sharp lines of Lee's face with the pads of his fingers.

He himself contentedly. "Feels good."

[atehimrightup]

“That’s how I want you to feel,” Lee breathes out, kissing George’s mouth and then his chin, then his jaw and his neck and back again.

He withdraws his fingers and gives his cock a few strokes to wet it, then shifts his weight on knees to position himself at George’s. He presses in slowly, letting George feel every inch and then moans softly once their bodies are flush, reaching up cup George’s face again and pull him in for another kiss, their tongues sliding together to take up space in his mouth.

[gallowseyes]

George's eyelashes flutter as Lee slides his cock into him. He doesn't start moving immediately, searching out more kisses and George moans softly. It's never been quite like this, not with Lee on top, and George feels the joy of it sinking through him.

He's not sure it's every felt quite like this.

[atehimrightup]

Eventually, Lee starts moving. He rolls his hips slowly, taking his time with each deep thrust. It’s maddening and thrilling all at the same time, and it’s exactly what he wants.

They spent a lot of times playing games tonight. Lee said a lot of things in the moment that he didn’t really mean, but he means this. He wants to show George how he really feels. He can’t be completely honest with George about everything, but he can be honest about this.

Lee can’t stop kissing him, even when their breathing gets a little harder. In that moment, the taste of George’s mouth is more important than air.

“This is how I want you to feel,” Lee says again, breathing raggedly as he tries to say with his body what he can’t quite put into words.

[gallowseyes]

George does everything he can do get closer, curling one arm around Lee's shoulders as they kiss, hooking one leg up on his hip as he moves inside him. He's already slightly breathless. He swallows, nodding.

"I feel it," he says, his voice pitched low then though it's just the two of them.

[atehimrightup]

Lee keeps most of his weight on one elbow, tucking that hand under George’s shoulder while the other reaches down to grip at his thigh. They stare into each other’s eyes, breathing hot against each other’s mouths, and Lee knows that he’s never felt closer to another person in his entire life.

“Fuck, George, I—“ Lee whimpers and kisses him again, passionate and deep as he lets his hips start to roll just a bit faster, marveling at the way he sinks so perfectly into George’s body, like a key to a lock.

[gallowseyes]

For all the sex he's ever had -- and there's been plenty -- it's never felt like this. It's never felt this before with Lee, either, he's sure of it. It's like something's suddenly clicked into place and, suddenly, everything is different. He whimpers, rocking down onto Lee's cock, his own cock trapped between their bodies as they move together.

[atehimrightup]

“It’s okay, baby,” Lee murmurs at the sound George makes, palming the side of his face and giving him another messy kiss. “I’m gonna take care of you.”

It’s all he wants to do, really. He wants to keep George safe, keep him happy, and Lee knows that it’s so dangerous to get this close. He knows that this can’t end well, but he can’t help himself.

“Just feel it,” he says quietly, nudging their noses together as he pulls nearly all the way out and then slides home again, nudging in hard against George’s prostate each time, all while never breaking eye contact.

[gallowseyes]

God, he does. He feels every inch of it, every shift of Lee's body against him. The eye contact is so intense that he almost closes his eyes, almost looks away, but nobody's ever looked at him like that, and he finds himself craving it.

He swallows, nodding just barely, fingers of one hand tangling in Lee's hair because he needs something to hold onto right then.