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Lee is very unused to getting cars to go places. He's always just driven himself if he could, or walked if he couldn't. Hitchhiked, sometimes.

But now he's in a place where he can summon a stranger to drive him somewhere by tapping the tiny computer in his hand. The technological advancement in this place stuns him every single day. He can't even imagine how George deals with it.

He looks over at George next to him in the backseat of their current ride, watching him as he watches a touristy horse drawn carriage go by them with a big dopey grin on his face and, well, George is probably doing just fine.

He keeps staring, letting his gaze drop to the thin silver chain around George's neck. His going out collar, they've called it. Tonight is its first night in play, and Lee is eager to see how it goes.

When they arrive at the restaurant, Lee thanks the driver and slides out of the car, holding the door open and reaching out to take George's hand. "Come along, darling."

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“Did you think about fucking him?” Lee asks pointedly, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks George in the eye.

“Do not lie to me,” he says. “Did you, with that collar on, think about fucking him?”

"I..." For a moment, George is silent, warring with himself. "Fine. Yes. But not seriously, and only for a moment and..." He huffs a frustrated breath. "I didn't do anything."

Lee’s eyes go pained and sad for a moment before his expression hardens again. He feels a little stupid, and he swallows a sudden lump in his throat while reaching for his wallet to busy his hands.

“Then I guess you aren’t all mine, are you?” He asks as he puts his card back, then reaches for his phone so he can request a car, all while averting George’s gaze.

There were always others. He can still hear George saying it in his head, and he takes a resigned breath. For a moment, he considers telling George to take the collar off, but he doesn’t.

“Car will be here soon,” he says instead, turning to walk toward the corner.

He trails after Lee like some absurd puppy, and he can feel his face burning.

"This is...it's ridiculous," he protests. "I didn't encourage him. I gave him nothing. I didn't do anything. Lee. Please."

“You didn’t do anything. You didn’t take your phone back,” Lee tells him. “You didn’t tell him to leave you alone.”

He realizes that he’s going a little over the top, but his expression hardens further when George says it’s ridiculous. It’s so dismissive.

“You didn’t refrain from thinking about sticking your cock in him even as he disrespected me,” he continues, finally looking over at George. “So yeah, you didn’t do anything.”

A little of the wind goes out of George when Lee puts it like that because, well, he does have a point. He huffs a breath through his nose. "You're right," he says. "I could have done any of those things, and I didn't. I... Didn't think."

Lee is bracing himself for more arguing, but it doesn’t come and he’s so relieved. He feels a little foolish about the whole thing, but he seems to think differently when George has that collar on.

The animal in him is a little closer to the surface, and that’s not always a good thing.

Lee sighs and turns to face George, reaching out to put a hand on his chest, patting a few times before putting his other hand on George’s jaw.

“You didn’t,” Lee says, but his voice is softer now, almost apologetic. He reacted to strongly, and he knows it, so he leans in to kiss George softly on the mouth, lingering as he feels himself recalibrate.

“So what am I going to do with you?” He asks against his mouth, pulling back to give him a playful smile, thumb stroking along his cheek as he nudges their noses together.

He's forgiven, and he feels relief flood through him. He smiles, shifting so that he can take another kiss.

"Well. We do have dessert to eat," he days, and glances down at Lee's boots, flushing.

They’re both forgiven, and Lee laughs softly as George looks down at his boots.

“You filthy little slut,” Lee says fondly, kissing him again as their car pulls up to the curb. He moves his hand to touch the lock around George’s neck, much gentler this time as he kisses the corner of George’s mouth. “Remind me again what this means.”

He knows, of course. But he really wants to hear it.

"I'm all yours," he says, and, God, he means it. "And I'll do whatever you tell me."

He means that, too. He sways in to kiss Lee's mouth again before they get into the car.

“Good boy,” Lee says into the kiss, laughing a little as he playfully swats at George’s ass. He watches as George climbs into the car and takes a deep breath, shaking his head a little.

He got worked up, but it’s okay. They’re fine, and their evening can continue.

Lee climbs into the car and lifts his arm, stretching it out along the backseat to urge George in against his side as the driver confirms the address.

They pull away from the curb and Lee holds George by the shoulders, crossing one leg over his knee so that his boot bobs in George’s eye line as they drive, smirking as he turns his head to press an affectionate kiss to George’s temple.

George finds himself staring at the polished leather of Lee's boot. He'd never done anything like it before that night in the club, and he'd been surprised by how much he liked it. How much the degredation of it turned him on.

He means in against Lee, breathing in the scent of him. He reaches out, tracing one finger along the sole of Lee's boot.

“You’re such a freak,” Lee says with a soft chuckle, but it’s warm and affectionate and he gently pulls George’s hair as he tips his head back, humming softly as George’s nose skims up his throat.

Thankfully, they’re not too far from home. Lee lets George keep touching his boot, and after glancing up at the driver to make sure their eyes are on the road, he shifts his hand until he can press two fingers into George’s mouth right there in the back of the car, rubbing at the back of his tongue.

He loves when Lee touches him like this, whether he's wearing a collar or not -- that kind of easy, proprietary touch. Lee pushes two fingers into his mouth and rubs them over his tongue, close enough to the back of his mouth that he almost triggers his gag reflex. George breathes through his nose, glancing at the rearview mirror before he starts to suck.

Lee hums approvingly as George sucks on his fingers, lifting his other hand to drag it through George’s hair.

Once the car turns into their street, Lee pulls his fingers free and turns George’s head to give him a deep, claiming kiss, licking into his mouth while holding the back of his neck.

He only pulls away once the car is stopped and the driver clears their throat, smirking at the dazed look on George’s face.

“Apologies. I look at him and get carried away,” Lee says to the driver, chuckling as he gets out of the car and tugs George with him.

George's cock is hard, aching, and he's happy for Lee to tug him along. He rummages in his pocket for his keys, holding them out to Lee with his free hand. The kiss has left him dazed and content. God, he loves this.

Lee leads George through the building, smirking to himself as he unlocks the door to the apartment. Once they’re inside, Lee closes and locks the door and pushes George back against it, giving him another one of those deep, drugging kisses.

And then he pulls away entirely and tosses the keys onto the entryway table, taking the dessert bag from George and walking deeper into the apartment.

“Take off all your clothes,” Lee says in a calm but commanding voice. “And stand in the middle of the living room.”

It takes George a moment to process what Lee's just said, after he's been so thoroughly kissed. Lee walks away from him, and there's something about the tone and the order there has him blinking.

"What? No. I...Lee!" He takes a step into the apartment. "I said I fucked up, and I thought..."

What had he thought? That all was forgiven?

Lee is grateful that his back is to George because he can’t help the amused smirk that spreads across his face at the surprised petulance in George’s voice.

“I never even said anything about it being for a punishment,” Lee says as he turns around to look at George, quirking an eyebrow and tilting his head. “But that’s where your mind went. So you must know that you deserve it.”

"You don't talk to me like that when it's not a punishment," he says, almost pouring, his fingers going to the buttons of his shirt but not undoing them, just yet. "I told you -- I know I should have done more, and I'm sorry."

George looks absurdly adorable when he pouts, and Lee feels a strong rush of affection for him. Even so, he’s not getting out of this. Not unless he unlocks. And he has a pretty good feeling that George isn’t going to do that.

“I know you’re sorry,” Lee says calmly, crossing his arms over his chest and looking vaguely stern and amused all at the same time. “And now you’re going to make it up to me.”

He quirks a brow. “The more you just stand there and pout, the more you’ll be punished. So you better hop to it.”

George makes an exasperated sound, but he does start to unbutton his shirt, at least.

"It's not like I fucked him," he points out. "I didn't even want to fuck him, not really. I barely even looked at him."

Why would he, when Lee was so fucking beautiful?

“You aren’t helping your case, dear,” Lee points out, then mimics George’s accent. “Not really.”

He sets the takeout bag on the coffee table and then pushes it aside with his foot.

“And don’t think I forgot about the girl after I sent you to the bathroom,” Lee points out, and surely it’s clear by now that he’s amused more than anything. “You came for me and then got distracted on the ten foot walk back to me. So, I think you need some time to focus.”

George is still dawdling, so Lee suddenly claps his hands together and raises his voice. “I said take off your clothes, cunt. Now.”

The fact that Lee seems more amused by this than anything is infuriating and George has his mouth open to protest further but then Lee claps his hands and his fone shifts. With a face like thunder, George finishes unbuttoning his shirt and shrugs out of it and then bends to unlace his boots.

He doesn't ask to unlock.

Once he's out of his boots he unbuckles his belt and pushes his trousers down, stepping out of them and walking to stand in the middle of the living room, naked except for his jewellery.

"I still think this is unfair."

“Your feedback has been noted,” Lee says dryly, reaching out to ruffle George’s hair as he passes by him. “Stay still and face forward.”

He heads into the bedroom and retrieves the small black duffel that he’s taken to putting all their toys in out of the closet. There are a few things in there that George doesn’t even know about. Yet.

Back in the living room, he sets the bag down and takes out George’s normal collar, putting it on his neck before taking the chain off and tucking it away.

Then, with great glee, he pulls a very large dildo out of the bag. It’s pink and sparkly with a suction cup on the bottom, and Lee licks it before bending over to slam it down onto the hardwood floor, where it bobs comically.

“You did nothing, so now you’re gonna do nothing,” Lee tells him, putting the lube into George’s hand and taking a few steps back, pointing down at the dildo. “Sit on it.”