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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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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.”

"That's an idea," he says, free hand coming up to trace against Lee's jaw, the bow of his bottom lip. He crooks his fingers, searching for that spot inside him. "See how long we can make polite conversation."

“Read any good books lately?” He quips, but then George expertly seeks out his prostate and Lee gasps, letting out a drawn out moan against George’s fingertips.

“You’re the only person who’s ever touched me there,” Lee admits, sucking George’s finger into his mouth with an eager wine. A few people have fucked him, whether he really wanted it or not, but George is the first person to ever give a shit if it felt good, the first person who ever cared if Lee liked it, too. “You make me feel so good.”

"Good," says George, hooking his finger into the corner of Lee's mouth and tugging lightly. "Because that's all I ever want." He draws his fingers out of Lee's arse and raises an eyebrow. "Go on, then. Sit on it."

George’s finger hooks into his mouth and Lee flushes a little, whimpering at the sudden emptiness when he takes his other hand away. The blush on his cheeks darkens at the command and he nods, reaching down to curl his fingers around George’s cock.

It’s so big, and Lee keeps his eyes on George’s face as he nudges the blunt head against his hole. The water has washed most of the lube away from the outside so it burns as he starts to sink down, but not terribly so. Lee likes the sting of it, and he lets out another soft whimper as he stares into George’s eyes, his own widening slightly as he finally settles fully onto George’s cock. He takes a deep breath and relaxes, swaying forward until their noses brush.

George doesn't move while Lee settles himself, as he sinks down onto George's cock until he's fully settled in his lap.

"How does that feel?" he asks.

“Full,” Lee breathes out, shuddering and swaying forward to press a kiss to George’s mouth. He stays seated, shifting only enough to find the best angle of his hips, then relaxes and hooks his arms around George’s shoulders, kissing him again.

“I feel like I’m home,” he admits, pressing their foreheads together.

"You are," says George, stroking one hand in the small of Lee's back, achingly aware that the whole length of his cock is inside him. "This is the most at home I've ever felt in my life. What do we need to change, now that we've both admitted that you live here."

“Oh, is that what we’re going to talk about?” Lee asks with a grin. “Home decor?”

He lifts a hand and cards it through George’s hair, smiling softly and blinking slow. “I don’t think we need to change anything.”

His smile goes a little rueful. “I’m not used to having a place that feels like home.”

"It passes for polite conversation, doesn't it?" he says, his eyelashes fluttering when Lee combs his fingers through his hair. "I want it to feel like your place as well as mine. Like ours."

“I suppose it does,” Lee says in an imitation of George’s accent, smiling warmly. His expression softens and he blinks, leaning in to press a kiss to George’s forehead, feeling so, so loved.

“Everything I had is already here. I’m not used to being in one place for very long, so I’ve never really thought about it.” His brow furrows slightly, and then his whole face relaxes into something almost serene. He’s here, with George inside him and all around him in the home that they share. It’s almost overwhelming.

“I want a bookshelf,” he says almost shyly, biting his lip. “I’ve never had one. I— I’ve only ever had as many books as I could carry.”

"I think we can run to a bookshelf." George never really understood the appeal of books, though he can read in multiple languages. He's just never really seen the point. Still, he never tires of the sight of Lee curled up around a book, soft and content. "Several, if you like."