atehimrightup | for george

"I would like to see you try," Lee says with a growl of his own, nails digging into the man's pale flesh, because no one can make him do anything. Plenty of men have tried and they've ended up a bloody pulp or a satisfying meal. Sometimes both. He doesn't think this was an actual threat, however, so he simply slides his hand down further to press questing fingers between the man's cheeks, quirking a brow as he presses his fingertips to his dry hole, rubbing tight little circles as he bites at the man's jaw.

"I don't give it up for just anyone," Lee murmurs as he shifts his other hand down to press against the guy's crotch, feeling the hard outline of his cock. "You think you're special, hm?"

While George has more often been the one doing the fucking, he is not at all adverse to being fucked. Especially if there's an edge of roughness to it. He bites his lip over a smirk as the other man's finger teases against him.

"Oh, no," he says, sharing his head. "I know I am."

Lee doesn’t miss the way the man’s eyes dilate when Lee tugs him in roughly. His breath hitches and he bites his lip like he’s trying not to moan, and a slow grin spreads across Lee’s face because this is going to be fun.

“Yeah, I bet you don’t get told no a lot. Not with this face,” Lee murmurs, letting go of the guy’s crotch to grab at his chin instead, rubbing his thumb across those obscene pink lips.

“How ‘bout this,” Lee starts, keeping his voice almost casual even as he presses the tip of his middle finger just inside his hole, enough for him to feel the dry pressure without it hurting.

“You get on your knees and blow me here,” he says, dragging his tongue over the guy’s lips. “And then I’ll take you somewhere and eat you out until you’re begging me to fuck you.”

"Not often, no," says George, parting his lips just slightly so they he can touch his tongue to the rough pad of the other man's finger. He feels the delicious press against his arse and, unbidden, thinks of that first time he had James -- bent him over in that tent and licked his own fingers into his mouth.

"Here?" he asks, glancing over his shoulder. One dark eyebrow quirks. This isn't even the most public place he's done similar.

His smirk widens into a grin.

"Make me."

“Maybe if you got told no more often you wouldn’t be such a brat,” Lee says conversationally, watching the guy’s mouth intently as he presses two fingers past his lips to touch his tongue. He pulls them out and then puts the digits in his own mouth, cheeks hallowing as he glances around.

They’re in the mouth of an alley, swallowed up by shadows and relatively unseen by passersby. It’s low risk and even if they were caught here, it wouldn’t be like getting caught back home.

“Make you?” Lee replies with a chuckle, quirking a brow as he takes the guy’s chin in his hand again. “You really are a brat, aren’t you?”

What he does not say is that he's been told no plenty -- though, admittedly, not recently. Not by anyone except the King anyway and, usually, he can get his own way eventually.

Instead, he sucks fingers into his mouth obediently, holds them there until they are removed.

"I've been called that," he says. "Among other things."

“Hmm.” Lee looks over the man’s face, almost too pretty to be real, and for a moment he feels a certain sort of kinship. He’s always been told that he was too pretty, too girly, with big doe eyes and curly hair and a fuckable mouth. He tried to rally against it, cut his hair and doodled tattoos onto his knuckles. He hates it, even while being aware of the opportunities that his looks can provide him.

This guy seems to have gone the other way— wielding his beauty like a weapon, a sharpened blade he can use to get his way.

“If you really want me to make you,” Lee murmurs, pressing a lingering kiss to the man’s mouth and fisting a hand in his hair. He lifts his foot and suddenly heel kicks hard at the back of the guy’s legs, using their sudden weakness and the grip on his hair to urge him down onto his knees. Lee looks down at him with a dark smile and touches his mouth again, lightly tugging his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger. “I can do that.”

Lee’s done a lot of awful things. Terrible things. He’s used sex as a weapon more often than he can count, used himself as bait to lure in prey, but he’s never forced himself on someone who doesn’t want it. That’s a line even he doesn’t want to cross, but he doesn’t think that’s what is happening here.

If this guy wants it rough, Lee is more than capable of providing.

In another life, his hand might have gone for a blade as he went down onto his knees. In another life, he might have gone down ready to come back up and fight for his life.

In another life. One where he wanted this less. There's something -- a flicker, only -- searching in the other man's eyes and George gives the slightest of nods, the roots of his hair protesting.

He raises an eyebrow.

There’s a brief moment where Lee can tell that the guy wants to fight it, if only a little. If only be instinct. Lee pauses, searching, and gives a slight nod in return.

Lee knows better than anyone what it feels like to fight against your base desires and natural urges. He also knows how good it feels to give into that craving, to simply let go and satisfy yourself. This man is lucky that he came across Lee tonight, monster that he is, because he won’t take it too far.

“Tell me what to call you,” Lee says in a rough voice, still holding onto the man’s hair while reaching down with his other hand to pop the button of his jeans, jerking the zipper down. He doesn’t care if the guy gives him a real name or not, but he wants something for the placeholder in his mind. “Before your mouth is full.”

George's eyes flicker, between the man's hand and his face. His own cock is aching hard in the snug confines of his trousers.

"You can call me whatever you like," he says, thinking of all the times he's been called 'slut' or 'cunt' or worse. "But my name is George."

“Lee,” he offers brusquely in return, because he doesn’t give a shit if anyone knows his real name. It’s not like he has a reputation to uphold.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he adds with a filthy grin, winking down at George as he pulls his hard cock out of his underwear, stroking it a few times and tapping the head against George’s plush mouth. “Now open wide for me.”

George echoes the grin, his eyes on Lee's cock as he takes it out. He's seen bigger, but not by much. It's a nice cock, larger than James'. The head is slick when it smears against his lips.

He leans back slightly, considers being difficult but immediately discards the idea. He opens his mouth and, for good measure, sticks out his tongue.

“Oh, so you can be good,” Lee teases, but the sight of this man on his knees with that sinful mouth open and expecting, Lee can think of little else.

He fists the base of his cock and feeds it into George’s mouth, hissing as it glides along his tongue. He keeps a tight grip on George’s hair and grins when he pulls out and George sways forward like he’s seeking out more.

“Oh, you want it bad,” he breathes out as he shoves his cock back into George’s mouth, deep enough the nudge the back of his throat. He lets go of his cock to put both hands into George’s thick, dark hair, using that grip to tug him in closer. “C’mon, show me.”

He's loved it, since he sucked his first cock in France. He loves the weight of it, the pressure and the slide against his tongue. Lee tastes good, like clean skin and George groans softly, the sound obscenely muffled, as he starts to bob his head, his cheeks hollowing slightly as he sucks. His gag reflex is a carefully trained thing, and he takes Lee deeper with every slide of his mouth.

For a few moments, Lee simply gives into it. He breathes out a sigh and closes his eyes, tilting his head back against the pockmarked brick wall as his fingers card through George’s soft hair.

He sucks cock like he was born for it and Lee’s breath catches, mouth falling open on a silent moan. An obscene slurping sound makes him lift his head again, watching as his cock sinks into George’s plush mouth again and again.

“Breathe in,” Lee commands quietly, and once George inhales, Lee grabs the back of his head and pushes forward, sinking into the impossible tightness of George’s throat. He lets out a low groan and keeps one hand at the back of George’s skull while the other thumbs at the stretched-wide corner of his mouth. Lee rocks his hips a few times without pulling out, keeping his cock buried in the man’s throat, and when his hand brushes George’s hair back from his forehead to better see his glassy eyes, it’s almost tender.

“Tell me when you need to breathe,” Lee murmurs roughly, relishing in the feeling of George’s throat tightening around him. “Only when you have to.”

He drags a breath in through his nose and then Lee's cock fills his throat like it was meant to be there and all that George can do is swallow around it and force his urge to gag down. He's done this once or twice before and, every time, he's felt any control he had of the situation slip away and felt the boneless relief of it.

His eyes slip closed like he's being kissed.

He holds it for as long as he can, until his head swims a little, and then he taps Lee's thigh with the flat of one hand, the other hand against the wall, ready to push back if he has to.

It’s stunning to watch. George melts into it like he’s just had an intense craving satisfied, like there’s nowhere else he would rather be, Lee murmurs nonsense praise and thumbs at George’s strong jaw, toes clenching in his boots at how good it feels. It seems to go on and on and Lee is almost concerned, but then he feels a tap on his leg so he cups his hand under George’s chin and pulls him back, letting his cock slide out of his mouth.

“Fuck, man,” Lee breathes out, dragging his thumb roughly over George’s red, swollen mouth. George looks a little dazed and Lee’s cock twitches, mind racing with possibilities. “Oh, we’re gonna have a good time, aren’t we?”

Lee grins wolfishly and waits for George to take another breath before sliding his cock back into the man’s mouth with a low, approving groan. “Come on, handsome. Show me what you can do with this pretty mouth.”

The way that Lee touches him is filthy, somehow, in it's possessiveness and George doesn't need to be told twice. He leans back in, takes Lee's cock back into his mouth almost to the root and starts to suck in long, hungry strokes, letting the head nudge against the back of his throat. He hasn't been told to use his hands so he doesn't; he keeps his fingers loosely clasped behind his back instead.

His own cock aches and twitches. It feels like the least important thing in the world in that moment.

Not to be crass, but Lee has gotten a lot of head in his day. He’s been blown by men and women, and even by some who were neither. He’s of the opinion that there’s no bad head (unless teeth are involved, which is kind of funny given his darker proclivities), but there are a few standouts. There are certain hookups that he looks back on when it’s just him and his hand, and he knows one thing for certain— George blows them all out of the water. Pun very much intended.

“Jesus Christ,” Lee gasps out, heaving in a breath as his fingers tighten in George’s hair. It feels so good that he lets out a manic sort of chuckle and has to tip his head back and close his eyes for a second just so he doesn’t come too soon.

Dazedly, he realizes that it’s only George’s mouth on him. Lee’s hands are everywhere, pulling at George’s hair, pressing into the hollows of his cheeks, but George’s are tucked neatly behind his back. Lee quirks a brow and palms the back of George’s skull to hold him place while Lee rolls his hips, fucking into George’s mouth.

“C’mon, don’t be shy,” Lee rasps out, smirking as he tugs George’s hair enough to tilt his head back until their eyes meet. “Put your hands on me.”

Lee fucks into his mouth for a few strokes and he isn't quite prepared, his breath catching in a gag that he quickly gets under control. Both hands come up, one between Lee's legs to fondle his balls, squeezing, and the other down the back of his trousers, palming warm skin, pulling him in closer as George sucks.

He groans encouragement, the sound vibrating around the length in his mouth.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Lee pants out, gripping the back of George’s neck as his hands settle on Lee’s body with the same eager fervor of his mouth. George sucks cock like he was born for it, so good that Lee feels a bit dizzy.

White hot pleasure builds at the base of his spine, sending tingles throughout his body, and he knows he’s close. Honestly, he’s surprised that he’s lasted this long with this beautiful porn star on his knees sucking the life out of him through his cock. It’s fucking exquisite.

“I’m close,” he growls out, roughly grabbing George’s chin again and lifting until their eyes meet once more. George looks blissed out, like Lee’s cock is a drug, and that alone is almost enough to set him off. “Do you want me to come in your mouth? Or should I do it all over this pretty face?”

It's not up to him. He doesn't want it to be up to him, anyway. Eyes fixed on Lee's, he pulls back just a little, his fist sliding over spit slick skin to stroke as he rolls one shoulder in a shrug, squeezes firm muscle in encouragement.

He's got the feeling that he's going to give Lee the chance to come wherever he wants.

“Ah, I see,” Lee says with a rough chuckle, nodding to himself after George’s passive response. “You’re gonna do whatever I say, let me use you up until there’s nothing left.”

And to think that he almost didn’t come out tonight.

“Breathe,” Lee says, giving George only a second or two to do so before his fingers twist in George’s hair, holding him in place as Lee sinks into his throat again. It’s as close to heaven that Lee will ever reach, and he groans as his other hand slides down to curl around George’s throat and squeeze. He can feel himself there, taking up space inside this man’s body, and he lets out a pleased hum as he holds onto George’s head with both hands and begins to fuck his throat in earnest, snapping his hips forward as his orgasm builds.

He comes with a rough grunt, sending the first pulse down George’s throat, and then another on his tongue as Lee pulls out. He wraps his fist around his cock and strokes himself through the rest of it, holding George by the hair as he paints those obscene lips with his come.

“So fucking pretty,” Lee pants out once he’s spent, grabbing George’s chin again and smearing Lee’s come across his mouth with a rough swipe of his thumb. “Fucking hell.”

Between Lee's cock, his hand around George's throat, there's a moment of panic, but George rides it out and, a moment later, there's the salt bitterness of come in his throat, on his tongue, and then it's splashing hot and filthy across his lips. Lee smears it with his thumb and then George's tongue darts out.

Still on his knees, he looks up and smiles.

"Maybe for tonight," he says.

Lee laughs at that, more amused than unkind, and reaches down to grab George under the armpits and haul him up with a strength that may be surprising from his wiry frame. He pulls George in for a wet, filthy kiss, tasting himself on George’s tongue.

“For tonight,” Lee agrees breathlessly, kissing George again while reaching down to cup the impressive bulge in his jeans, giving him an encouraging squeeze as he licks at George’s mouth and chin. “Come home with me. I’ll give you what you need.”

He pulls back to give George a charming grin, mouth shining wet with his own come and George’s saliva. “We did have a deal and I plan on seeing it through.”

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