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atehimrightup) wrote2025-07-22 12:21 pm
atehimrightup) wrote2025-07-22 12:21 pm
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.
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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“Wait, even with the king?” He’s surprised by this, for some reason. Stereotypes, maybe. Plenty of powerful people like to take it in the ass. He laughs. Cackles, really. “Well, look at you.”
His expression softens and he nods, reaching out to curl a hand around the back of George’s neck. “Me, too. I’m sorry it was so unbalanced in the beginning. Thanks for being patient with me.”
George wouldn’t have kept coming back if he had a problem with it, but still. Lee leans in closer and stage whispers as if he’s sharing some mind blowing secret. “I kind of have trust issues.”
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"Especially with the King, actually. The first time was after I came off my horse during a hunt. He came to my tent in the middle of the night. He used to like having his cock sucked, but he vastly preferred being fucked for fucking. Even with the weight of all the sin of it."
George rolls his eyes. He was nominally Protestant, still is, but would never have thought of himself as especially religious.
His eyes go mock wide at Lee's confession, but he can't sustain it and laughs.
"Really?" He says. "You hide it well, love."
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“The sin makes it hotter,” Lee says with an edge of sarcasm in his voice. He is very much not religious. Not in the slightest. Either God’s not real, or he has a sick sense of humor. Either way, Lee isn’t interested.
“I do my best,” he says with a grin, and he swears his heart skips a beat at the pet name. He really does try not to read too much into it, because he knows it’s just something people say as easy as darling or sweetheart.
But Lee has never gotten any of those. He never thought he’d come to be so fond of hearing them now.
“Well, it’s a good thing we’re still young,” Lee says as he pushes George onto his back and climbs astride him, a playful edge to the grin on his face. “Because now I’ve gotta out bottom the king of England.”
He makes a big show of sitting up and stretching out his arms, tilting his head from side to side like he’s limbering up.
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George snorts at that, sliding his hands along Lee's bare thighs as he settles on top of him.
"I thought we had to sleep sometime?" he says, grinning. "Or was that an excuse because you didn't want to lick your own come out of me?"
He rolls his eyes fondly.
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“It’s a horrid thing, going down on you,” Lee continues, stroking himself and George in slow unison, grinning lazily down at him. “Your ass is so flat and unsightly.”
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Lee has apparently got the devil in him, and George finds himself deeply amused. He rocks his hips lazily as Lee handles his cock, as he feels himself starting to get properly hard.
"So I have been told," he says. "You're a martyr."
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Bright-eyed and grinning, he crawls forward on all fours until he’s straddling George’s shoulders, lifting his cock with one hand while reaching out to place the other against the wall.
“If you could be a dear and open me up with your tongue, love,” he says in a passable imitation of George’s accent, not giving him time to either critique it or argue before lowering himself onto George’s face with a sigh, practically smothering him for one very intentional moment before adjusting his weight with a soft snicker.
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It's been a good long while since anyone sat on George's face and, honestly, he isn't complaining. Lee shifts his weight enough to let him breathe and George opens his mouth, tongue swiping across Lee's hole, one hand coming up to grip Lee's thigh.
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He gasps and then lets out another breathless laugh, lazily stroking himself as he leans his weight against the hand he had on the wall.
“I’ve never done this before either,” Lee says as he starts to experimentally move his hips. It’s a whole different angle, with the end of George’s nose pressing into his balls. It feels even more obscene, somehow. He loves it. “Since you want to know when all my cherries are being popped.”
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Tongue all but buried in the cleft of Lee's ass, George laughs at that, the sound spilling into a groan. He's never done this with a man, has had the pleasure of a few women sitting on his face. It's an experience he's happy to repeat, especially with Lee.
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He lets it go on until his thighs start to shake, then finally tears himself away to crawl back enough to kiss George hard on the mouth. It’s a deep, hungry kiss and Lee keeps one hand on George’s face while he fumbles around for the lube with the other, grabbing it and pressing it against George’s chest.
“Get me ready,” Lee says between kisses, digging his knees into the bed on either side of George’s hips and tilting his ass up shamelessly. “And then I’ll ride you.”
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George takes the line, fumbling it open between kisses and getting some on his fingers. Lee's hole is already spit damp, and there isn't much resistance when George presses one finger into him, immediately starting to work a second one in alongside it.
"Fuck yourself on them," he murmurs, smudging the words against Lee's lips. "Let me see."
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He nods at the instruction, rocking his hips as he kisses his way down George’s neck, pausing to lick at the bite mark he left, tracing the vague indents of his teeth with his tongue.
Then he shifts lower, dragging his tongue over one of George’s nipples before sitting up on his knees and tossing his hair back from his face. He braces his hands on George’s ribs and starts to move up and down, letting out a strangled whine as George’s fingers sink into him.
“It’s not enough,” he breathes out, mouth falling open as he swivels his hips. And yeah, maybe he’s putting on a show. Maybe he wants to be the best that George has ever had. So what? “I need more.”
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It strikes Lee how beautiful Lee is like this -- the sharp lines of him, and the bright colour in his hair. He fucks himself back onto George's fingers, gorgeous and needy.
"You need my cock, and we both know it," says George, starting to line up a third finger. "But you also want to be a good boy, and take what I want you to take. I know that, too."
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George’s low, commanding voice goes straight to Lee’s cock and he whines, nodding jerkily and then moaning as three fingers push into him.
“I don’t want be good,” he growls out, pressing his hand into George’s chest between his nipples and bracing his weight there as he rolls his hips in a way that would put any stripper to shame. “I want to be the best.”
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Lee's already won there, and more some. George has never had sex like it, never fucked or been fucked quite like this. Lee's body is unbelievably tight around his fingers, and he wonders how it would feel to have four inside him, or his whole fist. His cock throbs.
"You're fucking beautiful like this," he says.
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“So give me more,” he breathes out, straightening up and reaching up to bury his fingers in his hair, biting his bottom lip with a whine as he rides George’s fingers. He rolls his body slowly, from his shoulders to his hips. “You’re teasing me.”
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"I'm just making you wait, because I like it when you're flushed and needy," says George, reaching up to take hold of Lee's chin with his free hand, tilting his head so that he can look him in the eyes.
"Because the minute I put my cock in you, I'm worried I'm going to come because, God, I've never had anyone like you," he says. A smile quirks the corner of his mouth. "You want me to tell you that you're the best I've ever had? Out of all of the bodies I've had under and over me?"
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He finds himself nodding dazedly, curling one hand around George’s forearm and squeezing. He blinks and then shakes his head a little, cheeks going even brighter.
“Only if it’s true,” Lee says sincerely, dragging George’s hand down from his chin to his throat instead, pressing his windpipe into George’s palm as he rocks his hips, cock drooling onto George’s belly.
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Lee leans his throat into George's hand and George squeezes, just a little, just enough to see it in Lee's eyes.
"You're the best I've ever had," he says, and means it. He twists his wrist, thrusting his fingers into Lee's arse harder than before. "It's never been like this with anyone. Only you."
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For some reason, the declaration surprises him. He feels a moment of doubt but he looks at George’s face and knows he isn’t lying. It fills Lee with such a surge of euphoric joy that he almost comes right on the spot, hips jerking as his cock leaks profusely. He yelps and it turns into a pathetic sort of whimper.
It’s insane that he’s so hard again, but this is what George does to him.
“Fuck,” Lee pants out, whining as he rocks desperately against George’s fingers. “Say that again.”
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"Which part?" asks George, keeping up that firm pressure on Lee's windpipe. He keeps up the steady thrust of his fingers in Lee's arse. "That it's never been like this with anyone else? Or that you're the best I've ever had, however I'm having you?"
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“Fuck,” Lee all but sobs, chest tight as his cock throbs, hips jerking. He feels like he could come just from this.
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He knows Lee well enough to see that he's close to the edge, close to coming, and there's a need in him to watch him fall apart, and then fuck him while he's over sensitive and trembling. He thrusts his fingers into Lee over and over, changing the angle, all but holding him pinned with the hand on his throat.
"You're fucking beautiful," he says, his hips rocking up against Lee. "You're so fucking good."
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The hand around his throat is tight enough to make him vaguely lightheaded, which only adds to it all. He stares down at George and whimpers at the continued praise spilling from his mouth, eyes widening as the pleasure builds.
He whines out George’s name and squirms, going red in the face before he comes with a loud shout, nearly curling in on himself as he shakes his way through it.
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