happy birthday, george

[atehimrightup]

Lee has never put much stock into birthdays. His own never really mattered to him, because it never really mattered to anyone else. He would always try to get something for Kayla on her birthday, but that was about the extent of it.

All that is to say that Lee feels woefully prepared to plan a birthday for his-- whatever George is. Boyfriend? That feels so juvenile, like it isn't important enough.

He stresses about it more than he probably needs to, but he's never had the opportunity to celebrate something like this with someone he cares about. Which is already sort of a big deal, but George was the lover of a literal king and was undoubtedly showered with expensive gifts on a regular basis. Lee has no idea how to compete with that, even though he can hear George's voice in his head telling him that it isn't a competition. Which is good, because he'd probably lose.

The actual night isn't much of a problem. He comes up with a plan pretty easily, one that's simple but romantic, he thinks. It's the gift that's the problem. Because nothing in this whole goddamn city is good enough for George. Nothing that he can afford, anyway.

Just days before, he still hasn't found anything and he's getting sort of desperate. He distracts himself by going on a hunt because he really does need to eat, which sort of just makes him feel worse because of the guilt. But the guy is (was) a verified scumbag and women walking alone at night will be safer without him around, so he doesn't feel too bad.

In the guy's pocket is a receipt for a pawn shop that Lee has never heard of, so he goes to check it out the next day. It's in a terrible part of town and there isn't really even a sign. Inside it's dusty and unorganized and Lee just assumes it's some sort of front for something else. Still, he decides to look around while some guy comes out from the back and eyes him with wary suspicion, like he's surprised to see someone in the shop at all.

He finds a dusty jewelry display case and heads toward it hopefully, crouching down in front of it. Inside are mostly gold chains and tennis bracelets, all generic shit that wouldn't suit George at all, and he's about to give up when he spots a blue velvet box tucked back into a corner, half-hidden under a gaudy necklace. It looks like earrings and Lee rises to his feet and coolly asks to take a look at them, not wanting to show any excitement and inadvertently drive the price up. He knows how these places operate.

The guy takes them out of the case and Lee picks them up, doing his best to keep a placid expression even though he's pretty sure he just found what he's looking for. The box looks well-preserved but very old, as do the earrings themselves. He has no idea if the stones are real, but they look like it. There's a small piece of yellowed paper tucked inside, and when Lee discreetly unfolds it he finds elegant cursive scrawl and, most importantly, it's dated 1827. That confirms that they’re old, probably very old, and this guy doesn’t seem to really realize what he has. They're perfect.

Lee is prepared to use every trick in his arsenal to haggle a deal, but it's not even that hard. The guy seems wholly uninterested in this alleged business, and Lee is annoying and persistent, so he ends up getting them for a price that, while painful, won't leave him destitute. When he leaves the shop, earrings tucked carefully into his pocket, he feels lighter than he has in days.

George's birthday comes and they sleep in, then fuck a few times and sleep some more. Lee makes them a late lunch and then tells George that he needs to go run a few errands before they go to dinner, but there's an obvious twinkle in his eye. He leaves George's apartment and goes to his own where he's left all the supplies, and then goes and sets everything up before heading back toward George's building, texting him and telling him to come downstairs, even as he parks and gets out to go meet him by the elevators in the lobby.

He's nervous, but he thinks that this might actually go well. He might actually pull it off.

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[atehimrightup]

“I do aim to please,” Lee drawls out, grinning at the command. No one else could bark orders at him and have him tripping over himself to obey, but no one else is George.

He rolls over gracefully, settling on his hands and knees and then shifting to his elbows so he can arch his back like a cat in heat, presenting his ass. A cool breeze rolls across his damp skin and he shivers, digging his fingers into the soft grass and twisting to look over his shoulder at George, framed by the moon and the trees just beyond him.

“I’m your present, too,” Lee says in a seductive tone, slowly swiveling his hips.

[gallowseyes]

"And you do. Please," says George, landing a warm, affectionate slap on Lee's arse. He leans down, holding a hand out where Lee can reach it. "Spit."

[atehimrightup]

Lee grunts at the smack and spreads his knees a little wider. George may be trying to distract him, but Lee isn’t going to forget their bet.

“Jesus,” he breathes out as he looks down at George’s palm, cheeks flushing as he gathers saliva in his mouth, pooling on his tongue. He leans down and spits into George’s palm, then nips at the inside of his wrist, kissing at his pulse before lifting his head again.

[gallowseyes]

"Good boy," says George, as he slicks the length of his hard cock with Lee's spit. He rubs the head along the cleft of Lee's arse, teasing against his hole. "Do you want me to fuck you before you collect on your winnings?"

[atehimrightup]

“Do you really think I’m gonna make you stop now?” Lee replies with a laugh, groaning as the blunt head of George’s cock rubs at his hole.

It’s insane how quickly George can reduce him this, quivering and needy. He feels like an animal, breathing in the scent of trees and moss and their arousal, on all fours in the grass.

“I’m willing to delay it for the time being,” Lee says in a low voice, overly formal as he drops his head and smirks to himself. “I want you to fuck me. My Lord.”

[gallowseyes]

"Oh, like that, is it?" he asks, breath hitching as he starts to ease his cock into Lee's arse, going as slow as he thinks he can bear. "Is that what you're in the mood for? Playing the slut I bought out here so I can fuck you however I like without anyone knowing?" He grins. "I told you how I want you by the end of the night already."

[atehimrightup]

“You did make me aware,” Lee drawls out, though it takes great effort to sound so unaffected. He can’t make it that easty for George. What’s the fun in that?

“I was just addressing you respectfully,” he points out, breathing out shakily as George sinks into him so slowly. It stings, just a little, since he prepped himself so long ago. But it’s a good kind of burn, one that only makes the pleasure feel all that much better. “You’re the one coming up with a whole little fantasy.”

He chuckles softly and groans again, breathing in deep and then shifting his face into as innocently seductive an expression he can manage as he twists to look over his shoulder again, whimpering as if the pain is greater than it is. “But I’m not a slut. I was untouched before you.”

Lee rocks back onto George’s cock, whimpering again. He’s putting on quite a show, so much so that he feels a little ridiculous, but it’s hot all at the same time. “But you’re too hard to resist, my Lord.”

[gallowseyes]

He loves the way Lee sinks into it, the way his posture changes. He'd been surprised by how much Lee enjoyed this, but, God, he enjoys going along with it.

"A virgin to debauch," he says, still pushing into Lee, one slow inch at a time. "And on my birthday, too."

[atehimrightup]

Lee feels a shiver at that, cheeks flushing at how much he likes this, all of this. Being on his knees and sticking his ass up and whimpering, playing pretend and making up stories. It’s so unlike him.

Or maybe just never had anyone he could really be himself with.

George keeps nudging into him so painfully slow and Lee is dry on the outside aside from his spit. It hurts enough that he really can pretend that it’s the first time. God, how he wishes that George was his first time.

“It’s so big,” he whimpers out, thighs trembling as he lets out a shuddering breath, and at this point he isn’t even sure if he’s acting anymore.

[gallowseyes]

"You can take it," says George, his hand smoothing along Lee's spine as he bottoms out inside him. "A beautiful boy like you. You were made for it." He stays still for a moment, giving Lee time to adjust because the last thing he wants, game or not, is to hurt Lee in a way that doesn't feel good.

[atehimrightup]

“Fuck.” Lee’s throat clicks as he swallows, dropping his forehead down onto his forearm where it’s resting in the grass. That same grass is tickling the insides of his thighs, brushing over his cock and balls as he breathes, and he feels a little like he’s going to go insane, like his brain is burning up from lust.

“I was made you you,” he breathes out, groaning and rocking his hips a little, clenching down experimentally around George’s cock. He knows the glide will be easier once he starts to fuck him thanks to the lube inside of him from his earlier prep, but for now he enjoys the fullness of George fully sheathed inside his body.

[gallowseyes]

"You were," says George, hands holding Lee's hips still as he starts to thrust into him, shallowly at first. "Made to take my cock any way that I desire, as many times as I desire." He slaps Lee again. "Isn't that right?"

[atehimrightup]

He’s already nodding when George smacks his ass again, making him inhale sharply and nod even harder. Lee doesn’t like that quite as much as George does, but he sees the appeal and very much enjoys it from time to time. Right now, he craves that edge of pain.

“That’s right, my Lord,” Lee replies, moaning softly as George starts to fuck him. “I’m yours to use. Please use me.”

[gallowseyes]

"Good boy." He starts to fuck Lee in earnest, thrusting into him hard enough to rock him forward on his elbows. He'd never really had a taste for fucking servants, not since Jenny, anyway, but with Lee it's easy to get lost in the fantasy.

"I'll make you into the perfect toy for me."

[atehimrightup]

“Oh my god.” Lee groans when George starts to fuck him purposefully, hips snapping forward as he drags Lee back onto his cock. He’s been hard since he crawled into George’s lap on the other side of the pond, and now his cock is leaking, dripping embarrassingly onto the grass.

“Yes, please,” he whines out, twisting his fingers in the thick grass like he’s trying to hold onto the earth so he doesn’t float away. This is so fucking hot, all of it, and Lee remains in awe of what his life has become. “Make me your plaything. I’ll do whatever you want.”

[gallowseyes]

"I know you will. Because you don't really have a choice, do you?"

He does, of course he does -- the fact that this is both what they chose is the most precious thing in the world for George right then. He smoothes his thumb against Lee's skin, a moment of softness, before he slams into him again.

[atehimrightup]

“Not when it comes to you,” Lee replies with a gasp, feeling warm all over after that gentle brush of his thumb. With George, he gets everything he needs and then some.

George would never force him to do anything, and Lee knows that whole heartedly. It’s that reason that Lee finds it sort of hot to pretend otherwise. He’s safe here, no matter how hard George fucks him, or what comes out of his mouth.

[gallowseyes]

"That's right," says George, and he's grinning when he says it. He applies himself to fucking Lee thoroughly, hands on his hips hard enough to bruise. He doubts that Lee will mind that, though. "Tell me how it feels."

[atehimrightup]

George’s grip is so tight on his hips, pressing skin against bone and holding onto him so possessively that Lee moans loudly. He whimpers at the demand, mouth hanging open as he tries to remember how to speak.

“You feel so good. I’m so lucky it was you,” he says after a moment, and allows himself to imagine George being the only one to ever do this, with none of those other terrible experiences ever happening at all. “It’s like I can barely breathe when you’re all the way inside me. Like you take up so much space that there’s no room for air.”

[gallowseyes]

They're both playing and not and the romance of it hits George like a blow to the chest. His hips stutter, for a moment, and then he finds his rhythm again.

"I'll take care of you," he promises, and he means it. "I'll make it feel so good. Every filthy thing."

[atehimrightup]

Lee knows that he means it. Playing or not, George means it with his whole heart. He’ll take care of Lee, and that’s all he’s ever really wanted in his life. He lets out a sound like a sob and then presses his mouth to his forearm, embarrassed by the sounds he’s making.

He manages to nod, turning his head to rest his cheek against the cool grass, ass tilted up as George fucks him so exquisitely that he feels dazed.

“Please,” Lee gets out, and it sounds like earnest begging even to his own ears. “Please never let me go.”

[gallowseyes]

God, he loves when Lee makes noises like that. When he'd first met him, it seemed impossible that he would ever be vulnerable enough to make a noise like that where someone else could hear. But here they are.

"Are you going to come for me?" he asks, still fucking Lee hard. "Is that what you want?"

[atehimrightup]

“I want what you want, my Lord,” he gets out, pushing himself up onto his hands so he can rock back more purposefully onto George’s cock.

“It’s your birthday, after all.” He twists enough to look over his shoulder, hair spilling over his face. “I’ll do what I’m told.”

[gallowseyes]

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he says, and he means it, utterly. "I want to feel you come around my cock. I'm not sure if you've earned the right to me coming inside you, yet."

[atehimrightup]

Lee nods, and then whimpers. There’s a split second where he worries that he’s done something wrong, that there was something about tonight as a whole that George found lacking, but reminds himself that this is just the game.

George makes no move to touch his cock and Lee realizes that he needs to come without that stimulation. It’s happened before, but it’s always little harder, takes a little longer. And it’s always so, so much more intense.

“What would you have me do, my Lord? I want to be so full of you,” he pleads, mouth falling open on another moan as George slams against his prostate again and again. Lee claws at the grass and lets out a sound like a howl, chest heaving as his whole body tenses. He can feel the pressure building, so much so that he feels a little like he might burst. “Now?”