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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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“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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George loosens his grip as Lee comes, lets him bend forward as he comes, hot and liquid across George's belly. He fucks Lee through it, and then he drags his fingers free.
"God," he says. "I need to fuck you." It's cruel, in a way, with how sensitive Lee must be, but he feels like he might go mad if he has to settle for his own hand.
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“Yeah,” he rasps out, blinking and tilting his ass up, unsure of how to make it happen but so, so eager. “I want your cock. Need it in me, baby. Please.”
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"You said you were going to ride me," says George, smiling at how dazed and flushed Lee is, how gorgeous he looks. He lands a soft slap on the flat of Lee's thigh. "Let me see it. Saddle up."
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He sucks in a breath and rises up on his knees, thighs shaking as he reaches back to find George’s cock, lining it up and sinking down onto it. It’s so big and Lee is so sensitive that he practically sobs, head hanging as he presses his hands into George’s chest.
“Gimme a sec,” he whines out, shifting his weight and then yelping with a jolt when his cock nudges against his prostate. “Fuck.”
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If he genuinely thought for a second that this wasn't something Lee wanted, then George would stop it, but there's something so gorgeous about Lee so sensitive that he almost can't take it, and George finds himself rapt.
He strokes his hand against Lee's thigh. "Take your time, love."
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“Love,” he repeats dazedly, sitting up straight and tipping his head back, cock half-hard and sticky against his thigh.
Eventually he starts to move, thighs tensing as he lifts himself up and sinks down again, slow and steady as he shivers all over.
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It isn't going to take long, and George can already feel that. He's been hard as a rock since Lee sat on his face, and now Lee is shivering and flushed and beautiful and it's all verging on too much and George isn't even the one getting fucked.
"Good boy," he says, his hands stroking against Lee's bare thighs.
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He stares down at George with something like awe in his expression, curls spilling over his face as he rocks back onto George’s absurdly perfect cock.
“More,” he pleads, reaching up to let his fingers brush the corner of George’s mouth.
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"You want to hear how good you are?" says George, one hand shifting to hold Lee's jaw, gently. "How beautiful you are and how I promise not to let anyone else fuck me the way you do? How I don't think anyone could?"
He rocks his hips, thrusting his cock up into Lee, pulling almost all of the way out before pressing in again.
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Lee whimpers at the question and nods as best he can, shifting his head until he can draw George’s thumb into his mouth and suck on it.
He feels like he might die, like he might explode into stardust, and he hopes it never stops.
“I know no one could,” he growls out around George’s thumb, holding it gently between his teeth.
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George's own breath has started to come quicker now, sobbing out of him. He fucks Lee's mouth with his thumb, a counterpoint to the movement of his hips.
"There's no-one else I'd let leash me," he says. "No-one else I'd wear a collar for. Just you."
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“You better fucking not,” he pants out, leaning down to press his mouth to George’s in a messy, wet kiss. “I’m the only one who knows how to take care of you.”
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George just nods, his forehead butting gently against Lee's as he rocks and squirms. His orgasm creeps up on him all at once, and, suddenly, he feels like he's falling.
"Can I come?" He says, all but sobbing. "Tell me I can come."
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“Mm, I don’t know,” he teases, as if he’s not just as affected. He bounces a few more times, watching the desperation on his face. He grins and then nods, squeezing his hand tightly around George’s throat. “You can come, baby. Deep inside me, come on.”
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He comes, with Lee's hand around his throat and his cock buried deep inside him. It feels like it's being ripped out of him and all he can do is cling on and ride it out.
When it's done, he's just as flushed and trembling as Lee is.
"Christ," he says, and then laughs. "I know, I know. Still you."
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He laughs softly and shakes his head, ignoring his own cock as he moves his hand to George’s cheek and kisses him again, humming happily.
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