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atehimrightup) wrote2024-06-17 12:25 pm
atehimrightup) wrote2024-06-17 12:25 pm
for george
After spending some time in the club, Lee ducks outside for some air. It isn't exactly fresh, smelling like old beer and stale piss, but there's a light breeze and outside he can at least smoke a cigarette.
He leans against the chipped red brick, the sole of one tattered Converse shoe pressed against it as he tips his head back. The ends of his hair are currently dark violet, and the longer curls stick to his pale, sweaty neck as his cheeks hollow around the filter of the cigarette.
From this vantage point, he can still feel the bass from inside thumping in his chest, sending a pleasant tingle throughout his entire body, and he takes a deep breath as his eyes fall shut, cigarette dangling from his hand as he lingers in the peaceful moment.
It's easier to feel less alone out here, away from all the people that he has no idea how to relate to.
He leans against the chipped red brick, the sole of one tattered Converse shoe pressed against it as he tips his head back. The ends of his hair are currently dark violet, and the longer curls stick to his pale, sweaty neck as his cheeks hollow around the filter of the cigarette.
From this vantage point, he can still feel the bass from inside thumping in his chest, sending a pleasant tingle throughout his entire body, and he takes a deep breath as his eyes fall shut, cigarette dangling from his hand as he lingers in the peaceful moment.
It's easier to feel less alone out here, away from all the people that he has no idea how to relate to.
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He's not going to last, and he knows it the moment that Lee's mouth slides, hot and wet, around his cock. He rocks his hips, Lee takes him by the hips and George receives that as permission to move, rocking his hips forward, fucking into Lee's welcoming mouth.
He drags in a shivering breath, his head tipping back.
"Oh, fuck."
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But he has to admit, this is kind of nice. George fucks his mouth and Lee feels like he can turn his brain off for a second, letting himself get lost in the haze of what it feels like to be needed. Even if it’s just for a night. Even if it’s just for this.
George curses and Lee greedily takes more of his cock, choking mildly around the head and reaching down to cup George’s balls, rolling them in his palm and pressing his fingertips to the soft spot just behind them.
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He's going to come -- he feels it coming for him like a landslide. He remembers the choice that Lee had given him, back in the alleyway and he thinks about somethign similar, but that also doesn't feel like the game they're playing here, the bargain that they've made.
He twists his fingers in Lee's hair, a warning, the shift of his hips slowing over so slightly.
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Lee isn’t one to shy away from bodily fluids, and he finds that he wants to taste some part of this man, wants to keep a bit of him in his belly, and this is the only way he can.
He drops one hand to George’s balls, tight and as he teeters on the precipice of orgasm, and Lee gives him a challenging look as he presses his fingertips in firmly just behind him, spurring him on.
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Lee not only doesn't pull away, he urges George forward and that? Is incredibly, impossibly hard to resist. George pushes his fingers into Lee's hair, palms cradling the shape of his skull for a moment as he thrusts deeper, rocking his hips between the hot wet of Lee's mouth and the insistent press of his fingers, and it only takes a few more strokes before he comes so hard that, for a moment, he can't breathe.
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He licks his swollen lips and looks up at George with a smirk that borders on smug, hands sliding up his thighs to rest on his hips. There’s a drop of come at the corner of his mouth and he waits for George to look at him before licking it away.
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His cock slips out of Lee's mouth, damp with spit, not gone entirely soft despite the force of his climax. He's still breathing hard, his trousers shoved down around his thighs, naked everywhere else. He grins, the colour in his face hectic.
"You're a marvel," he says. "And I meant it -- what I said before. Every word."
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“So did I,” Lee assures him, winking before grabbing George hard by the hips and turning him around, keeping him steady as his feet get tangled in his pants. Lee hums his approval when George’s ass is in his face, pale and round with cheeks begging to be bitten.
Lee gives into the urge, leaning forward to take a bit of that flesh between his teeth, but he doesn’t bite down. It’s barely enough to sting, and then he lets go so he can grab George’s ass in both hands, spreading his cheeks open with his thumbs to reveal that tight curl of muscle, dusky pink and clenching greedily.
“If you meant it, then this is all mine tonight,” Lee says casually, leaning forward to lick at George’s hole. He smells good, tastes like soap and sweat, and Lee lets out a sound like a growl. “Is that right?”
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For a moment, held spread and open, his weight caught on both hands on the back of the sofa, he's too distracted by the warm swipe of Lee's tongue fur to formulate an answer. This, too, is not a first time for him -- something that James has a taste for -- but it makes his cock twitch, all the same.
"That's right," he says, nodding his head.
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He brings his hand down in a light slap against the fleshiest part of George’s ass, and then presses his face in between his cheeks again. He licks at George’s hole insistently, sucking at the rim and the pressing his tongue inside as much as he can. He pulls back only when he needs to breathe, chin wet with saliva.
He slaps George’s ass again, a little harder this time, and tilts his head as he watches color rise to the surface of George’s pale skin. “You get so pink. It’s fuckin’ hot.”
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Not the first time George has heard that, either. He grins in response, arching his back. Lee slaps his arse, though not hard enough to mark him, and George groans softly as Lee goes back to it, lips and tongue working against him. It's easy to lose himself in it -- to let himself not think a conscious thought. To allow himself to become a thing.
The second slap is harder, pulls him back to himself a little.
"So I have been told," he says, his voice breathy. "Though, I'll admit, not in those exact words."
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He curls one arm around George’s shoulders from behind and sucks two fingers from his other hand into his mouth, wetting them and then releasing them with a pop.
“Tell me what filthy things you like,” Lee says into George’s ear, pulling his shoulders back against Lee’s chest as he reaches down between them to touch his middle finger to George’s hole, circling once before pressing it inside, slow and insistent.
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"Depends who's doing it," he says, his tone conversational, if breathy as Lee handles him in the posessive way that he's getting used to. The bite to the muscle of his arse stings, and something in him throbs in answer. When Lee slicks his fingers in spit, starts to push one into him, George can't help but think about his first time with James.
"Filthy things," he echoes, leaning back against Lee's chest. "Let's see. I...Fucking. Being fucked. Any position. A cock in my mouth, obviously. Honestly, sucking anything I'm given to suck. Watching. Being watched." He makes a short sound, almost a moan, as Lee's finger works deeper. "And, yes. Some pain. When it's sweet."
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When he’s done talking, Lee lifts his hand from George’s chest and presses two fingers into his mouth, thumb rubbing at his full bottom lip.
“When it’s sweet,” he says in a low growl, humming deep in his throat as he kisses the side of George’s neck. He can hear George’s pulse racing, can practically feel it like a bass line in his chest, and Lee swallows back a wave of hunger. It’s not hard to keep it at bay with so much else to focus on, and George is much too enjoyable for Lee to ruin.
“I can be sweet to you,” Lee murmurs, kissing the juncture of George’s neck and shoulder. He opens his mouth around the spot and bites, hard enough to bruise but not break skin. He sucks at the spot, leaving his mark on that perfect pale flesh, and presses in a second finger into George’s ass in search of his prostate. “And I can make it hurt.”
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His mouth isn't full, not by any means, but he feels possessed, in that moment, with Lee's fingers against his tongue, Lee's fingers pressed into his arse. Lee's mark is going to leave a mark, and George finds that he doesn't mind the thought of it, of wearing that for a few days.
He mumbles something around Lee's fingers before he falls back to sucking them. A single syllable ethat might well be please.
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He hooks his chin over George’s shoulder, sliding his fingers out of his mouth to roughly grab his chin instead, turning his head so that Lee can lick into his mouth, nipping sharply at his obscene lower lip. Lee’s cock is hard in his jeans and he knows it would be so easy to fuck George right here, bent over his sofa, but he forces himself to take a breath.
“C’mon,” he says as he pulls away, stepping away from George entirely and then grabbing his shoulders to angle him toward the bedroom. He nudges George along and removes the rest of his own clothing on the way, leaving them both naked. “Hands and knees on the bed, handsome.”
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Growing up the way he had -- fostered, of course -- and then France and living at court -- has made George immune to any kind of shame that might be found in nudity. Stripped of his clothes, he walks ahead of Lee, into the bedroom and, without hesitation, climbs up onto the bed, arranging himself on his hands and knees. He's aware of the picture he must paint -- the curve of his arse, cock and balls hanging heavy between spready thighs.
He glances back over his shoulder.
"Like this?"
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“Yeah, like that,” he says in a low voice, approaching the bed and leaning over to grab a tube of lubricant from his nightstand. It was expensive as hell but far better than the cheap motel lotion he’s used to.
He steps up behind George and leans forward to grip the fronts of his thighs to give him a hard tug back to the edge of the mattress. Lee is stronger than the average human, despite his wiry frame, and he takes a certain pleasure in showing it off.
“I sort of want to make this ass all pink before I fuck you,” Lee murmurs, gripping hard at George’s ass cheeks and then giving one a firm slap. It leaves a pretty pink imprint of his hand behind, etched into that perfect pale skin, and some part of Lee lights up, satisfied. “So that you’ll feel it when you sit down, and think of me.”
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It's not the first time that George has been manhandled, but it's not so common that it doesn't send a thrill through him, his cock throbbing in answer as Lee's fingers dig into the muscle of his thighs, rearranging him. The slap makes his hips jerk, and he looks back over his shoulder, grinning.
"Do it," he says. "I can take it."
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It’s probably a little ironic, him double checking consent. He does murder people, after all, and obviously none of those people gave their explicit permission.
But this is different in a lot of ways. Lee can tell that George is having a good time, that he enjoys sex like he enjoys breathing, but Lee wants him to have the best possible time. He doesn’t want to be a mistake that yet another person regrets making.
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He sees Lee pick up the tube but he doesn't see what he does with it, so the smoothness of the glide of Lee's fingers into him is a shock and, for a moment, George can't answer the question that he's being asked. He just lets his head drop, rocking back on his knees, trying to get Lee's fingers back inside him.
"Yes," he says, finally, nodding his head, dark hair slipping into his eyes. "Yes. I want it."
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“I’ve got you,” Lee murmurs, putting one hand low on George’s back while pressing two slick fingers into him, unable to help giving him what he wants so badly. They sink in without resistance and Lee groans, tipping his head back and breathing through the urge to cut all the teasing and replace his fingers with his cock.
He swallows hard and lifts his head, watching his fingers pump in and out of George’s body a few times. He pushes them in deep, searching out his prostate, and presses at it while bringing his other hand down in a hard slap on George’s ass, pleasure and pain all at once.
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Tiger. It's another one of those references that George only partially understands. There are, he thinks, tigers in India -- he's seen drawings, but he doesn't entirely know what Lee means. Still, it doesn't matter and it's easy to let it go. Lee presses two fingers into his arse and, probably, he should be embarrassed by how easily it happens, but it feels so good, and then Lee slaps him, hard, and his mind goes completely, blessedly white.
He moans, raggedly; he can't actually find the words to ask for more.
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He slaps George’s ass again, this time on his other cheek, and then another at the crease of his thigh. His skin turns pink in the shape of Lee’s hand and Lee bends down to open his mouth over one of the marks, biting hard enough to bruise without breaking skin.
At the same time, he massages insistently at George’s prostate, pressing in hard as he drags his tongue over the bite mark to soothe the sting.
“Mm, I bet you could come like this,” Lee muses, watching as George’s body seizes up with a shudder when Lee starts to finger him a little more purposefully, pressing hard against his prostate with each thrust. “Without me even touching your cock.”
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The combination of the slaps and the bite draw a sound that only could be described as a grunt out of him, the sound low and guttural, his hips jerking and squirming with the impact, the feel of Lee's teeth. The combination of the pain and the press and stroke of Lee's fingers inside him is maddening, and he groans softly, swaying forward on his hands until his forehead touches the sheets.
"It's definitely possible," he says, shifting his knees a little bit further apart, framing himself a little better for Lee's benefit.
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