lee_fallon | PSL - Chance Encounter

Lee's been in Darrow now about a week and a half, and he's been to every bar in the city limits, met all of the owners, and offered to tailor each of their wine lists. He wasn't getting paid for any of this, but based on the amount of money in his bank account, his monthly stipend, and the cost of rent, he didn't really need money to get by day to day. And he certainly didn't need to save up for anything.

He still hasn't bothered to see a doctor. He feels like he probably should, just so someone in the city (besides his dear friend Susan) knows what was going on with him. But he'll get to that later.

Today he's out for a run. His running shoes arrived in the mail yesterday, and he's been itching to get his pulse up. He never feels as alive as he does when he's out on the street, feet pounding against the pavement, sweating freely, breathing hard. Sex is a very close second, but nothing beats the adrenaline rush of a good, hard sprint.

He doesn't have a route yet, just sort of turning left and right at intersections with no rhyme or reason. He's planning on doing six miles today, using the app on his phone to track his progress; so far he's just over four miles, maintaining something close to an eight minute mile pace, nice and respectable.

But then, turning a corner, he stops, abruptly enough that he nearly stumbles. It's been a few days since he last saw Connor, his last glimpse when Connor slipped out of his apartment. He'd thought about calling a few times, just to check on him, but for some reason Lee had always changed his mind.

Here he is now, walking down the street, late afternoon sun lighting up his face. Lee's thought about him a lot, about what it had been like to be with him, but also worrying about him, all that sorrow filling him up, sending him on a self-destructive path. He looks good, right now, not happy really but not falling into himself like he had been a few nights ago.

He can't make himself say anything, just stands and watches Connor walk his way on the opposite side of the street. He's breathing heavily from running, covered in sweat, and his heart is pounding, but some of that has to do with seeing Connor again. More than he's willing to admit even to himself.

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If he knew nothing else about Lee - and, he reminds himself, he doesn't know much - those gentle, reassuring touches, the kisses to his skin, would tell him a lot. Connor's been in this situation before with people he instinctively trusts less; he knows he's going to be safe with Lee. He tests the bindings, tugging them lightly, flexing his fingers.

"Yes, Sir."

The way Connor calls him that sends another little shiver through Lee, and he knows Connor will tell him, that he doesn't have to worry about Connor letting it too until it doesn't feel good anymore. Going to his bedside table, Lee gets the lube and a condom, then climbs onto the bed behind Connor.

Connor looks amazing like this, bound to Lee's bed, bent and waiting. "Push your knees apart," Lee tells him, his voice still kind but directing him.

It's sort of clumsy, without his hands to settle him but Connor shuffles his knees apart so that his thighs are spread, his back arched, framing his balls and hard cock between them. He swallows, biting his lip.

"Like what you see?"

Lee has to close his eyes to the wave of arousal that crests over him when Connor opens himself, Lee able to see his genitals hanging there invitingly, his hole exposed.

"Yes," Lee breathes, swallowing hard. His instinct is to get his mouth on all of it, bite at Connor's ass and lick him all over, but he doesn't want to make Connor stay in this position too long, so he has to get to business. Popping the cap on the lube, he slicks the first two fingers of his right hand, then sets the tube aside. He rubs his fingertips over Connor's asshole in a little circle, loving how it feels when it clenches with his touch.

"Oh, fuck."

It's just a touch, teasing more than anything, but Connor squirms his hips back, rubbing his hole back against Lee's fingers, all but begging for more. His fingers clench and then relax.

"C'mon, Sir," he says, a plaintive note in his voice. "Open me up. I can take it."

Lee nearly laughs at Connor's words, because they're gorgeous and almost a little petulant and it makes Lee want to kiss him. He bites his lip against it, though, rubbing little circles for a moment more before he slides his index finger in to the hilt, twisting his wrist as he does it. He doesn't wait for Connor's body to relax, just starts to pump his finger inside smoothly, deep and solid.

Connor has had enough practice, taken enough cock in his life that Lee's finger doesn't come as too much of a surprise. Still, he groans, softly, immediately rocking his hips back, knees pressing into the bed for leverage.

Lee figures that Connor can take more pretty quickly, but he fucks Connor with one finger for a few more seconds, waiting until he feels just a fraction more relaxed to add a second one. The clench around him is a little tighter now, and it makes him moan, remembering how good it felt to be inside Connor before. He doesn't work for very long before he adds a third finger, the group of them sliding in and stretching Connor wide. Pushed deep, he rotates his hand, watching Connor's body take him, seeing the rim of his hold stretched around the base of Lee's fingers.

He loves it, being stretched like that, opened up. He pictures what he must look like from behind, hopes Lee's enjoying the show. He groans, louder this time, working his hips back rhythmically to push his ass onto Lee's fingers.

"Oh fuck, thank you," he whimpers under his breath as Lee's fingers graze his prostate and he sees stars.

Connor sounds utterly relieved, and Lee knows how that feels, to want to be fucked so badly that you'd do anything to get something inside you. He loves being fucked, loves fucking, just loves sex so much. And Connor does too, Lee can tell that. If Lee was younger and not actively in the process of dying he'd want to take Connor away somewhere and just fuck for two weeks straight.

He doesn't fuck Connor with his fingers for too much longer, pushing deep and stretching him, touching him in that just right spot from time to time just to hear him gasp. He pulls his fingers free slowly, watching Connor's body clench as he moves away, missing him, wanting to be full again. Lee won't make Connor wait.

The condom goes on quickly, as practiced as Lee is at this, and he sees Connor's body shaking in anticipation as he pops the cap on the tube of lube. He slicks himself up and tosses the tube aside, rising on his knees to bump the head of his dick against Connor's ass, pushing just enough that the tip pops inside, making both of them moan.

He feels obscenely exposed, kneeling like that with his ass in the air, lube smeared on his skin, his cock throbbing between his thighs. He can feel his hole twitching for the loss of Lee's fingers. His face burns with pleasure at the thought that Lee can see that. And then the head of Lee's cock slips inside him without any warning, and Connor groans, pressing his face into the sheets.

Connor's body tightens around Lee and he has to take a breath, centering himself as he slowly pushes himself inside, inch by inch, until he's buried. He likes fucking this way, from behind like this, and Connor looks so good with his arms tied, spread wide. He takes Connor's hips in his hands and begins to thrust, slowly and carefully at first, allowing Connor's body to get used to the length and girth of his cock again.

Lee's going slow with him at first, Connor feels that, and there's part of him that's entirely frustrated by that, who just wants to be fucked, wants to be pounded, wants to hurt tomorrow. They'll figure it out. He twists his wrists, wrapping his fingers around the laces he's bound with, holding on as he rolls his hips, fucking himself on Lee's cock.

Connor's not pulling on the cords, which is good, because Lee's still a little worried about friction burn on Connor's wrists. He's moving back into Lee now, and he wants more, that's very clear. His body is more than ready, so there's no reason to hold back anymore, and Lee's fingers dig more tightly into Connor's hips, pulling back as he thrusts forward, power behind the motion now. He's moving faster, bucking forward harder, the sound of their breathing and the slapping of their bodies echoing through the room.

"I love fucking your ass," he says, his voice rough and deep. "You're so hot and tight, Connor. You look so fucking good on your knees."

Lee is blessedly good at this, so Connor can just kneel there and take it, the thrust of Lee's cock, the grip of his hands on his hips. He bites his lip over a smirk at the compliment, every thrust knocking him forward onto his knees.

"Thank you, Sir," he says, still smirking.

Lee's not sure he's doing this hard enough if Connor can still speak so easily, that tone of smugness in his voice. So he makes his thrusts shorter, deeper, more powerful, slamming into Connor hard enough that Lee has a feeling they'll both have bruises tomorrow. He can't speak anymore himself, grunting and gasping at the effort it's taking, closing his eyes and driving on as long as he can, his hamstrings and gluts aching with it.

He really can't do anything but take it then, take Lee's cock pounding into him, so deep that it almost feels like he can taste it in the back of his throat. He whimpers, face pressed into the sheet, holding onto those laces around his wrists for dear life.

Lee's not coordinated enough from this position to properly get his hand on Connor's dick, so mentally apologizes to Connor about taking everything first, but plans to get Connor off afterward as soon as he can. His thrusts get faster, shorter, and he's close, so fucking close. He opens his eyes to see the way Connor's tied down, his face pressed into the bed, and he can see the pleasure written there, can tell Connor's not in pain. He allows himself to feel the dominance of the act, the fact that Connor can't get away, has to lay here and take whatever Lee gives him. It's that thought that sends him over, his thrusts stuttering and then stopping, buried deep as his cock twitches and fills the condom, a tight moan wrung from his throat.

He feels Lee come, the way his body spasms and he wishes that Lee had fucked him bareback, or pulled out and come across his lower back, his ass. Connor makes a mental note to suggest it later. As it is, he kneels there, head down, ass up, waiting.

"Fuck," he breathes, biting his lip. "Don't let me come yet. Make me wait."

"For how long?" Lee asks breathlessly, panting as he comes down from his orgasm. He doesn't pull out, stays buried inside, letting the tightness of Connor's body squeeze him through the aftershocks. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

"As long as you want," says Connor, grinning, breathless. "Until I can't stand it anymore." He twists, so he can at least try and look at Lee over his shoulder. "Play with me. Use me. Knock yourself out. But make me wait."

Lee nods, and he grips the bottom of the condom as he pulls out slowly. Tugging he condom off, he ties it off and tosses it over the side of the bed to deal with later.

"I wish I could come in you," he says as he looks at Connor's hole, still stretched from being used by Lee's cock. "So I could see it dripping out," he adds, brushing his thumb against the swollen rim of Connor's asshole, the look of it making Lee wish he could get hard again immediate and fuck him again right now. "Eat it out of you," he says, leaning down to lick along the edge, feel the flesh beneath his tongue, lapping at it gently.

It's the combination of it - the filth of what Lee's saying, the touch of his tongue. Connor whimpers, his hips jerking, even if there's nowhere for him to go.

"I got tested," he says, swallowing. "Right before I got here. I'm clean." He whimpers again. "Sir."

Lee moans, his mouth still against Connor's ass, and he sinks his tongue inside as much as he can, feeling Connor's body starting to tighten back up again a little.

"Do you want me to come inside you, Connor?" he asks, licking along the cleft of Connor's ass, brushing the flat of his tongue over Connor's hole. "Do you want me to fill you up with it, then put a plug in you, make you keep it inside?"

God, Lee's got experience of this from somewhere or he's really creative - either way, Connor sees a lot here to love. He groans at the press of Lee's tongue inside him.

"Fuck, yes."