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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"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?"

“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?”

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.

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.

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."

“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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

“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.

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.

His breath catches as George’s hand sinks into his hair, and he feels wildly like he might cry. He’s never felt anything like this before, and the way that George is looking at him feels like too much. It feels like everything.

“Please don’t let anyone else do this to you,” Lee pants out, and he knows this isn’t the time to bring it up. He knows it isn’t fair for him to ask, but he can’t help himself.

He cups George’s face and thumbs at his cheek, letting out a shuddering breath as he sinks into his again. “Do whatever else you want with whoever else, but please let this just be mine.”

George barely hesitates before he's nodding, his eyes still fixed on Lee's face. It might be the moment, the intensity of it, but he can't honestly imagine this feeling like this with anyone else. He can't imagine wanting it. He turns his head, kissing at Lee's thumb, his palm.

Lee lets out a breath that sounds almost like a sob, relieved by the agreement. Later, when he’s clearer headed, he may try to walk it back. But right now, in this moment, it means everything.

He doesn’t own George. He doesn’t control George, nor would he want to. The request isn’t about that, really. He just wants something that’s theirs.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Lee gasps out, and he knows that George has heard it before, but Lee is certain that no one has ever meant it quite like he does.

He slides his hand to the back of George’s head and pulls him into another kiss, whimpering as he starts to fuck him just a little harder, a little faster, too overwhelmed to do anything else.

“Every moment with you,” he murmurs against George’s mouth, “is so fucking beautiful.”

George is already a little overwhelmed by everything that's happening -- a different kind of overwhelmed than earlier, when it has felt like the world was closing over his head like water -- but then Lee kisses him like that, starts to fuck him harder and faster, and it's all that he can do to keep breathing.

He's got no idea what he's gotten himself into here, with this boy, but, God, he's got no intention of going back.

Lee keeps kissing him as he works his hand between their bodies to fist George’s cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. He buries his face in George’s neck, panting and opening his mouth against George’s skin.

He takes a chunk of it between his teeth, not biting down but simply holding on, whining a little because he’s simply so overwhelmed.

George almost sobs when Lee wraps his hand around his cock, giving him something to rock into as they fuck. His fingers are still in Lee's hair, the other wrapped around his bicep, holding on.

"You can," he says, breathless. "You can bite me."

Lee whines at that, a low animal sound, because he desperately does not want to hurt George. He wants to do anything but hurt him.

But oh, he wants to mark him, too.

And George offered, so Lee is helpless to resist. He shifts his mouth lower, to the juncture of George’s neck and shoulder, and bites down hard as he thrusts in hard against George’s prostate.

It’s a hard enough bite to break through the first few layers of skin without making it bleed, and Lee has to resist the urge to bite harder. Instead, he pulls but teeth away and licks at the spot, kissing it reverently as he fucks George harder.

George already feels like he's teetering close to an edge, and then Lee bites him, his tongue lapping at the mark, and pain and pleasure lance through him, every part of him trembling. He kisses every bit of Lee he can get his mouth to.

"I'm going to..." He mumbles. "I can't...I..."

“I know. I know, me too,” Lee says soothingly, turning his head to catch George’s mouth in another kiss. He feels dizzy with pleasure, dazed and breathless, and he knows that he won’t be able to hold on much longer.

“Go ahead. I’ll be right there with you,” Lee murmurs against George’s mouth, stroking his cock faster now, squeezing a little harder at the base. He knows just what to do. He knows this body so well by now. “Come on, baby.”

He doesn't need permission, but it's enough to tip him over the edge, his forehead against Lee's, his come hot and liquid between their bodies. His fingers tighten in Lee's hair, probably enough to hurt, his nails digging into Lee's arm.

"Come on," he mumbles, under his breath. "Do it. I want it. Come on."

George is almost too beautiful to look at when he comes, bright like an exploding star, and Lee cries out as George’s body tightens around him.

Lee is already so close but then George pulls on his hair and eggs him on, and Lee is helpless. He tumbles over the edge with George, crying out against his mouth as he shoves his cock in deep and comes hard, dropping his face to George’s neck and licking at the bite as he shivers through the aftershocks. “Fuck, George.”

They've done more athletic things, lasted longer, but there's something about it they leaves George a trembling mess, still clinging tightly to Lee as he licks at the bite. George wonders if it'll bruise, this time.

"God," he says, his head fallen back against the pillow. "That was..."

He struggles to find the word he needs.

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