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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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.

“No, still me,” Lee jokes breathlessly, lifting his head to look at George’s face. He smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners as he nods.

“I know it was,” he says softly, because he doesn’t have the words for it either. He kisses George’s chin, then his nose, then the corner of his mouth. “That was exactly how I wanted it to be.”

Lee is always so unwilling to let George pull away, pull out of him, and George thinks he understands that now. He hooks his foot around the back of Lee's thigh to keep him close as long as he could.

"You can fuck me like that any time you like."

Lee grins as bright as the sun, happy and boyish, and kisses George again, even more pleased when George’s limbs go around him and pull him closer.

“Duly noted,” he says with a chuckle, kissing along George’s cheek and jaw, down the side of his neck to the bite. The indent of his teeth are still clear and it sends a little thrill through him, but he presses a gentle kiss to the spot. “Was it too hard?”

He shakes his head, the pearl he's wearing in his ear whispering against his skin.

"Not too hard, no," he says, combing his fingers through Lee's hair. "Felt entirely right, in the moment."

“Good.” He lets out a relieved breath and kisses the spot again as if it were precious, because it is. He kisses over George’s pulse, sucks on the bolt of his jaw and gently takes his earring between his lips.

They make out for a while longer, and Lee is sure that he’d never get enough of it. Kissing just for the sake of it feels like such a luxury, and George spoils him.

Eventually, Lee slips out of him as he moves down to lick at the come on George’s chest. He doesn’t do it to be sordid or sexy, more just because he wants all of George that he can get.

“I don’t know how you taste so sweet,” he says with a low chuckle, shaking his head as he licks up another line of come. “You’re ridiculous.”

"What can I say?" asks George, stretching both arms over his head, luxuriating in the feeling of Lee's mouth on his skin, the feeling of Lee's come starting to leak out of him. He feels amazing, in no rush to shower it all off. "It comes naturally. You're welcome."

“Actually, I worked pretty hard to make it come,” Lee jokes, pressing kisses to his belly and licking into his navel, then lower down. He finds every drop, even lapping at the head of his softening cock.

He slides back up and props himself up on his hands, smiling with his mouth closed for a moment before opening it to show off the come gathered on his tongue. Smirking, he leans down to kiss George again, sharing the taste with him.

It’s absurdly intimate, and Lee groans as he settles on top of George again, cupping his face and sucking on his tongue.

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