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For my

50_smutlets claim, that belongs in my Within You, Without You universe.

Title: 18. Swinging
Pairing: George/Lee
Word Count: 1188
Rating: NC-17

My Table

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“Now remember, this is going to look far kinkier than it’s meant to,” George said.

Lee’s lips pursed and he tried to contain a smirk, but he couldn’t keep an eyebrow from creeping upward.

“Oh is that right?” Lee laughed. “What have you been up to, then?”

“I just made something I thought we could use for uh, during uh …”

Lee’s jaw dropped, but his voice went up. “Like a sex toy?”

George cleared his throat and pulled a small black package from inside of his robes.

“A bit like that, yeah. Well, no. Not like you’re thinking.”

Lee leaned close and looked at the smooth parcel in George’s hand.

“That doesn’t look like a plug or a dildo to me.”

George gave Lee a double take. “No, it’s nothing like that!” he boggled. “Here, let me just show you.”

He walked to the center of the room and set the small black square on the floor and backed away. Pointing his wand at the object, he spoke a spell and it suddenly sprung to life. Rising in the air, it tripled in size as a half-dozen straps unfurled and weaved together until it went still, suspended in the air like an upside-down spider.

Lee took a defensive step behind George, nearly hiding behind him.

“Georgie, what the fuck is that?” he asked in a low voice as though the thing might reach out and attack him.

George sniggered. “It’s kind of like a hammock. Or a swing, if you will.”

Lee gasped. “You made a sex swing? You kinky bastard!” he exclaimed with bright eyes and kissed George hard on the lips.

“I told you, it just looks kinkier than it really is.”

“It’s looks pretty bloody kinky from where I’m standing, mate,” Lee said, investigating it closely. He tentatively touched the black leather straps and pushed on it.

George coughed and shifted on his feet.

“I was just thinking about when we, you know …?”

“When we fuck?” Lee added nonchalantly.

“Yes, that,” George agreed quickly. “Your sore leg gets tired, doesn’t it?”

Lee nodded with a slight frown but he was reaching up and pulling on the straps, testing their strength.

“And I always try to hold it for you, or you need to shift positions or something. But I thought this might help. See, it would hold your leg for you and then we’d have both our hands free.”

George felt like he was making a sales pitch but this was far more important than pitching to a customer.

Lee put one knee in the seat and held the top straps, idly twirling in a circle.

“You made a sex swing, George,” Lee said plainly, though George could see through his dry teasing.

“Yeah, reckon I did.”

“And you want to tie me up in it.”

George chuckled nervously.

“Well, just your leg – though it could bind a person if they wanted – but this one won’t. You’ll have complete control over it. … That’s if you’re interested, of course.”

Lee stood again and finally reassured him with his smile.

“All right then, lover, let’s try it out.” He quickly tugged his t-shirt over his head and kissed George. Their lips moved together through excited smiles and their hands slid over slowly revealed flesh as they removed each other’s clothes.

“How do you want me?” Lee whispered.

“Just lay back. I’ll help you.”

George followed Lee with kisses on his neck and chest as he sat back into the cradle of soft leather. The wide straps shifted and moved on their own, to support the contours of Lee’s body. Then George lifted Lee’s leg, which looked beautiful and perfect in spite of the muscle damage George knew was within. He kissed the inside of Lee’s knee and along his inner thigh while the straps magically wrapped around it and held Lee’s leg in place.

“You comfortable?” George asked, still raining kisses along Lee’s thighs and across his belly, conspicuously ignoring the mauve cock straining towards him. “Just say the word if you don’t like it.”

“I’m good. I’m fine. I’m good,” Lee answered, his voice tight and breathless.

Dropping to his knees, George guided Lee’s reclined body to shoulder height in front of him. After whispering a washing spell that Lee had shown him, which made Lee squeak a bit, he squeezed and parted his buttocks and breathed against the pinkish skin that was hidden to all except him.

Lee let out praising moans and long sighs as George laved and kissed his hole, reveling in the iniquitous feeling of his face pressed against Lee’s arse cheeks.

He looked up to see Lee writhing and arching while holding onto the straps that were over his head.

“More of your mouth, please. Don’t stop yet. So good,” Lee crooned.

Acquiescing, George licked at the lighter colored head of his cock that peeked out from retracted skin and then sucked. George loved the thrill he got from knowing that his ever-unflustered Lee would nearly beg for his blowjobs now. He hummed to show his own enthusiasm while he eased a thumb slowly in and out of him.

He moved to a stand and took in the sight of Lee’s carefully displayed body, as he lightly ran his hands over his skin and the soft binds that gently tied his legs up. Without any more thought, he slid inside. He gripped the top of Lee’s thighs as he thrust in and out and realized that instead of rocking his hips, he had freedom with the hammock and he pulled Lee onto his cock, hard.

His eyes snapped opened to question Lee, whose eyes were heavy and dilated. They exchanged a quiet, intense look before Lee nodded slightly. With encouragement given, George pushed Lee away, nearly sliding out completely and then forcefully pulling him back again. They both growled loudly before George did it again. And again. Each time so strong and deep that his teeth clashed in his head and his pleasured moans became primal snarls.

He felt like something had been set free, which once unleashed, an unknown part of him took over and though he loved Lee dearly he didn’t want to make love he wanted to fuck, like a man, like an animal, driven by pure selfish want and instinct.

The intensity built quickly and George realized too late that he had pushed himself so far, so fast and he came with an open mouth growl, slamming into Lee one final time and his own legs nearly gave out.

While he still had the strength and still panting, he let Lee out of his contraption and they fell onto the bed together.

“I think I lost a little control there,” George eventually said.

Lee made a quiet, rumbling sound that was something like a laugh. “I always did like watching you work … Don’t suppose you’d mind finishing the job?”

George rolled up onto his elbows and grinned. “Anything to make the customers happy,” he said, and he shimmied down to tend to the erection still waiting for service.

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Yeah, I know. I know! The swing is a bit something like this. I blame rondastarr, she shows me these things.