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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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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."

Lee smiles at that, soft and boyish. He feels so utterly at peace, even with the low buzz of pleasure as George stays snug inside of him. It feels like the most indulgent moment of his life, sitting here in a tub of warm water, bubbles in his hair as he sits on the cock of the love of his life like they have all the time in the world.

“I can’t believe that this is my life,” he admits in a low voice, staring at George and sweeping his hair back, thumbing at his temple. “I can’t believe you’re still here.”

"I tried not being," says George. It turns out, he hadn't really know what unhappy felt like, until that handful of days they'd been apart. He skims his hand down the long, smooth line of Lee's spine, cupping his arse with both hands and squeezing. "Turns out that I've quite forgotten how to live without you."

Lee’s expression flickers a little at that, brow furrowing as he thinks about what George just said. It makes him feel a little cold, a little sick, and he swallows past a lump in his throat.

“So being with me is the lesser of two evils?” Lee says, and he tries to make it sound like a joke but it falls a little flat. “You make it sound like I trapped you.” His brow furrows again, jaw working as he turns his head to the side. “I suppose that’s what I did, isn’t it?”

"Don't do that," says George, his tone gentle but still firm, both hands still on Lee, keeping it close. "That's not what I meant. Not at all. I was being glib, but..." He shakes his head. "You're the love of my life and, if I was trapped, it was the first time I set eyes on you." He lifts one hand, pressing against Lee's jaw to turn his face. "I would choose you, over and over. You're all I want."

His cheeks burn as George starts talking, but soon enough the words start to settle him and he lets George turn his face, staring at him with a soft, vulnerable expression. His breath catches at the declaration and he smiles softly, shaking off the minor embarrassment.

“The very first time, huh?” Lee jokes, vaguely apologetic. He puts his hands on George’s face again, leaning in to kiss him softly on the mouth. “We were idiots there for a while, weren’t we?”

Lee takes a breath, pausing and then meeting George’s eyes again. “I tried to resist what I felt for you. I knew it wasn’t fair to you to let you get involved with me without knowing the truth. I felt guilty about it every single day. I still feel guilty about it.”

He bites his lip and strokes his thumbs reverently over George’s cheeks. “I will always be sorry for deceiving you for so long. I just— I got swept up in you. I was so selfish. I’m not sure that I’ll ever be able to make it up to you.”

"There's nothing you need to make up to me," says George, and means it. "I understand why you didn't tell me, love. It's alright." He traces his thumb along Lee's jaw. "I am glad, though. To know all of you."