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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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"Yes. Fuck, yes, okay," he says, nodding almost feverishly as Lee starts to fuck him with more purpose, more intention. One hand stays firm on Lee's arse, the other cradling the side of his face. He bends his head, mouth against his shoulder. He's close, but he's not there. He's so close.

Water sloshes over the side of the tub, splattering against the tile, but all Lee can hear the ragged sound of his own breathing. He pants against George’s jaw, fingertips digging into the back of his neck as he drops his other hand into the water, fisting his own cock as he bounces on George’s as best he can under the drag of the water.

“Baby, please,” Lee grits out, and then he’s coming with a loud cry, mouth open against the side of George’s face as his hips jerk, body tightening impossibly around George’s cock.

Lee comes, his body going impossibly tight around George's cock and that's all he needs to push him over the edge. As promised, when he comes, he bites Lee's shoulder hard, not quite hard enough to break the skin, but it'll definitely bruise. It doesn't seem like five minutes since he was too scared to do it, and now it feels so fucking good because he knows it's exactly what Lee wants.

He’s still in the throes of his orgasm when George’s teeth sink into his shoulder, and Lee keens, tumbling into another wave of pleasure. George’s teeth in his skin, George’s cock pulsing in his ass, filling him with come, and he’s never felt such a sense of belonging ever before in his life.

“Fuck. That’s perfect, baby. Just like that,” Lee whines out, dropping his mouth to the juncture of George’s neck and shoulder as he shudders through an aftershock. “I’m yours. I’m so fucking yours.”

He loves when Lee makes that noise and, as ever, it only makes him come harder. Once he's spent, he wraps both arms around Mrs Lee's slim waist to keep him close.

"Enough?" he asks.

George surrounds him, wraps him up and holds him close, and Lee curls his hands around George’s shoulders, mouth open against his neck and he tries to catch his breath. The question makes him huff out a laugh and he smiles against George’s jaw.

“Never,” he says breathlessly, lifting his head to press their foreheads together, hands coming up to the sides of George’s neck. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

"Slut," says George, warm and fond, meaning it entirely with love. He smudges the tip of his nose against Lee's. "I meant for just now. For shower and sleep?"

“Takes one to know one, baby,” he teases warmly, feeling his heart thud in his chest as George nuzzles their noses together.

“Yeah, that sounds good,” he agrees, kissing him on the mouth and then pulling back with a playful pout on his face. “That probably means I have to get off your cock, huh?”

George smudges the pad of his thumb across Lee's pouting lip.

"Alas, love," he says. "Would that you could spend your life there."

“If only,” Lee replies with a teasing grin, pressing a kiss to George’s thumb and then waiting a few more stubborn moments before gripping the sides of the tub and shifting until George slips out of him. As always, the first few moments of emptiness leaves him bereft and he nuzzles into George’s neck.

“I love you,” he sighs out, taking George’s face in his hands and kissing him again. I can’t believe how good you are to me.”

"I love you too," says George, meaning it utterly. He pushes his fingers into Lee's damp, tangled hair and tugs, lightly. "Now, get out, brat. I need to wash your hair."

Lee hisses when George pulls on his hair, laughing and wrinkling his nose. He gives George another smacking kiss and then twists to flip the plug on the drain, lifting himself to his feet and stepping over the side of the tub, stretching his arms up over his head.

“Come on, darling,” he says fondly, holding out his hand to help George up.

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