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Lee is well aware of George's love of horses, and knows that he goes to ride sometimes, but he's never seen it in action. He just has no experience with horses, and never had much of an interest in them.

But things are different now. After everything that's happened, Lee finds himself wanting to know more about the things that George cares about. Nothing would make him happier.

Lee agrees to meet George at the stables and shows up in his normal clothes, jeans and a baggy sweatshirt that might actually be George's, and his leather boots. He doesn't know if he'll actually be riding a horse or just watching. He kind of hopes it's the latter.

When he gets to the stables, someone points him in the right direction and he heads for a barn, pausing at the door when he hears all the horses moving around. They're large, powerful animals and Lee feels slightly uneasy around them, if only because it's so unfamiliar.

"George?" He calls out, peeking his head into the barn. "Are you in here?"

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It’s not long before Lee realizes just how seriously George is going to take this, and there’s a slight tension in Lee’s shoulders as it starts. It’s easier for him to the center of such intense focus during sex, maybe because there’s more of a purpose to it. An end goal.

This is George treating him like this just because he wants to, and it’s a lot to handle. No one has ever spent time on him like this, and it’s almost overwhelming. His eyes sting and he swallows around the lump in his throat, then lets out a breath and allows himself to relax into it, letting himself accept it.

Soon enough he feels almost meditative, drowsy and buzzing all at the same time, and he lets out soft, pleased hums whenever it feels particularly good.

He methodically cleans all of the suds from Lee's back, and then he wipes the cloth over his ribs, under his arms. He rewets it and then lifts it, bring it up to the nape of Lee's neck and squeezing it out, letting the water trickle down his spine. He leans in, and presses a kiss against wet skin.

"I love you," he murmrs.

It feels something like a baptism, like George is methodically scrubbing away years of grime and leaving something gleaming in his wake. George lavishes him with attention and finally there is no guilt hanging over it all.

He hadn’t even realized just how stifling it had been until it was taken away, or how little he had let himself believe all the nice things George had told him. They all came with a caveat, but anymore. He feels so much lighter, like his chest had been constructed and now he can finally take a deep breath.

“I love you,” Lee echoes in a low drawl, rolling his head back and tilting his chin in search of a kiss.

"I love you, too," says George, washcloth still in hand, leaning in to give Lee the kiss, off centre but true. He presses another to the nub of bone at the base of Lee's skull, thinks about all the times he's bit the nape of Lee's neck and how that always seems to make Les feel. .

"You're mine," he murmurs, soft with wonder.

Their mouths meet in a brief kiss and then he lets his head lull forward again, shivering as George’s mouth finds the nape of his neck. It’s such a tender spot and he tilts his head to the side, fingers tightening around George’s knee.

“For as long as you’ll have me,” Lee breathes out, letting his eyes fall shut. He’s never been so relaxed in his life. It feels like he could melt into this tub. “I like being yours.”

"I know that, too," says George, his hips brushing against Lee's skin as his mouth wanders to the side of Lee's neck. "I want to do the rest of you. Turn around? Get up on your knees."

Lee nods, but it takes his body a moment to comply. He moves slowly, shivering as he moves away from the warmth of George’s body. It’s almost devastating to be separated, but Lee takes a breath and carefully lifts himself until he can turn around. His knees settle against the porcelain on either side of George’s thighs and a lazy grin splits his face as his hands come to rest on George’s shoulders.

“Hi,” he breathes out, flicking wet hair out of his face as he takes George’s face in his hands, thumbing at his cheeks and staring as he settles in George’s lap. “God, look at you.”

He shifts, settling across George's thighs, lithe and wet, and George can't help looking up at him all wide-eyed, like the lovesick fool that he is. That he's been for months. "This is about me," he says, gently, shifting so that he can run the soap across the plane of Lee's chest, held in his cupped hand. "I'm only halfway through your rub down."

Lee chuckles softly at that and nods, sitting up straighter and letting his fingertips glide down to George’s chest. While George sweeps the cloth across his skin, Lee practically purrs, eyes half-lidded.

“Feels good,” he murmurs. It’s more intimate like this, where he’s able to watch George’s face. Every time their eyes meet, it sends sparks shooting through him, settling warm in his belly and his chest. “Thank you.”

"Good. It's supposed to." He pays particular attention to the firm muscle of Lee's belly, even though their come has already washed away in the warm water. He slips his arms around Lee's waist, swiping the cloth between the cheeks of his arse, focused on cleaning every inch of him gently and thoroughly.

George’s strong arms go around him and Lee’s mouth falls open when the soft cloth drags over his sensitive hole, breath catching as his head tips forward to rest against George’s shoulder.

His cock is half-hard, but he thinks it has been the whole time. His arousal is a low level hum, a comforting warmth, and opening his mouth to suck gently at George’s neck feels like second nature.

He really had intended to stay focused on the task in hand, but then Lee reacts the way that he does -- soft and breathy -- and George forgets what he was doing, for a moment. He discards the wash cloth and, this time, it's his fingers in the cleft of Lee's arse.

"Bite me," he says, his voice soft in the dim room.

Lee hadn’t really even been aware of what he was doing, just giving into lazy impulse, but George’s quiet demand makes him go still. he blinks with his lips still pressed to George’s damp skin, then pulls back to look at him, cheeks flushing in the low light.

“You still want that?” Lee asks in a quiet, vulnerable voice, breath hitching as George’s fingers rub at him. He’d bitten George that first morning, when they had woken up together after everything, but Lee had mostly kept his teeth to himself since. “You’re sure?”

"You wouldn't hurt me," says George, keeping up the slow, teasing rub off his fingers. His mouth quirks into a slight smile. "You wouldn't hurt me in a way that doesn't feel good. I like the way it feels."

Maybe if Lee weren’t so relaxed, he’d worry more about it. But George asked for it unprompted, and is looking at Lee with an indulgent expression on his gorgeous face, so all he can do is nod.

Lee smiles back, warm all over, and then gives him a soft kiss on the mouth before letting his lips travel across his jaw and down the side of his neck. He mouths at the junction of his neck and shoulder and then bites down hard enough to bruise but not break skin. He holds the flesh there between his teeth and makes a soft, pleased sound deep in his chest, releasing the grip and laving his tongue over the spot.

When Lee bites him, it goes straight to his cock and, absently, he finds himself wondering why it's so different -- why he'd hated it so much when James bit him like a terrier on the hunt. Maybe because he'd been asleep when he asked for it. Maybe because it wasn't something he'd asked for?

Lee mouthes at his skin and George shifts his hand, pressing the joint of one finger into Lee's arse under the water. "Again."

George really does like it. The sharpness of his arousal, the burst of spicy sweet in Lee’s nostrils, would be impossible to fake. He may be into this because Lee introduced it, but it’s not something he endures just for Lee’s sake. That never stops being unbelievable. It leaves him in stunned awe every single time.

A finger presses into him, little more than a tease, but Lee still lets out a needy sort of growl against George’s skin, rocking back against his hand as he dips his head to leave a trail of kisses across George’s collarbone and then just below it. He breathes out against the smooth plane of skin, focusing his hearing until George’s pulse thuds in his ears.

He bites just over it, hips twitching under the water as a jolt of pleasure shoots through him, making his cock jerk against George’s belly. It still isn’t enough to break all the way his skin but Lee can feel George’s pulse thudding as if it were his own.

That bite is a little harder, a little sharper, and George's breath catches, his cock twitching. He shifts, pressing his middle finger all the way into Lee's arse, giving him something to rock against. His other hand comes up to the nape of Lee's neck, squeezing.

George’s hand curls around the back of his neck and Lee instantly feels even calmer, more grounded, and he lets out a pleased sound as he relaxes his jaw. His tongue traces the indents left by his teeth and he presses a kiss there, grunting as that finger sinks deeper.

He rocks his hips slowly, one hand on the side of George’s neck as he kisses his way back up it, sucking and nipping at his skin and then letting his head fall back, offering up the long line of his throat with a pleading whine.

Lee doesn't say anything, but George can take the hint. He mouthes along the soft skin of Lee's throat, lips and tongue at first, and then the edges of his teeth before he bites. It took him a while to get used to this party, but now he's got no problem biting Lee hard enough to bruise.

Lee breathes in deep, feeling anticipation build as George mouths at his neck, licking and kissing along his wet skin. He doesn’t feel impatient, doesn’t try to rush anything along, but it’s still such a relief when the bite comes.

The pain of it is sharp, but it flares outward and turns into waves of pleasure that all settle in his groin. He moans softly, fingertips pressing into the side of George’s jaw before lifting his chin so their mouths can meet in a hungry kiss.

The kiss is good - messy and hungry and everything they want from each other in one place. George presses another finger into Lee's arse, shifting to fuck him with them as they kiss.

"So many things I'd never even thought of before I met you," he groans softly into Lee's mouth.

He’s still wet and open enough that George’s fingers sink in easily, and Lee whimpers as he’s fucked with them. He rocks back against them, laughing softly into the kiss at George’s comment.

“I could say the same,” he replies with a smile, taking George’s full bottom lip between his teeth and giving it a playful tug. “I was adamant that no one would ever fuck me again. Not ever.”

He rocks back against the deep press of George’s fingers, pulling back enough to be able to look George in the eye. “Now you have me begging for it.”

"I do like it when you beg for it," teases George, gently, keeping his fingers moving, leaning in to smudge the tip of his nose against Lee's. "But I did promise I wouldn't, tonight." He swallows. "I'm glad you do, though. Let me fuck you."

“Never thought I’d have anyone begging for me,” he breathes out, half-joking but there’s obvious wonder in his tone as he stares down at George’s face. He’s staring back at Lee like he’s all he’s ever wanted, and it’s maybe the best thing he’s ever seen in his life.

“Do you want to fuck me now?” He asks with a pleased smile, mouth falling open on a soft moan as he rests his hands on the sides of George’s neck. “Mm, or maybe I can just sit on your cock,” he teases, smile widening. “See how long you could stand it.”