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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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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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George hums happily into the kiss. He's exhausted, boneless with it. He doesn't think he's ever been this happy in his life. He doesn't think there's ever been room for this kind of happiness before.
"Do you need..." He slides his hand against Lee's thigh.
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“Unless you want me to come in your mouth,” he murmurs, lightly scratching his fingernails through the soft hair on George’s belly. “Since you hate it going to waste and all.”
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Tired as he is, George's eyelashes flutter and he smiles at that.
"Yes," he says. "That."
He opens his mouth obligingly and sticks out his tongue.
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Exhausted, Lee pulls himself off of George’s cock and shuffles forward, sitting on his chest. He can feel George’s come leaking out of him, smearing across his skin, and it makes him shiver.
He wraps his hand around his cock, whimpering a little because he’s still sensitive. It doesn’t take long, not with George staring up at him expectantly with his mouth open. Just as he’s about to come, he rocks forward and rests the head of his cock on George’s tongue.
It’s weaker this time, but Lee still moans quietly, hips jerking as he spurts across George’s tongue. Breathing hard, he reaches down and grabs George’s chin, lifting it to shut his mouth.
“Swallow,” he says thickly.
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George would have swallowed it without being told, but Lee shutting his mouth and then telling him sends a pleasure shiver through him all the same. He swallows it down and then reaches for Lee, pulling him into his arms.
"I still don't want to shower," he says, burying his face into the pillow.
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“Fuck that,” he murmurs, nuzzling into George’s neck and sliding a leg between his thighs. “We can shower tomorrow.”