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[gallowseyes]

Lee cooks so George washes dishes. The first time, he'd had no idea, really, what he was doing but he's done it enough times that he finds it almost therapeutic -- the hot water and the soap suds and soft music playing in the other room. When he goes out, he wears nicely tailored, well cut things but, when they're at home, he cares less. He's pretty sure that the t-shirt he's wearing is actually Lee's; it fits more snuggly across his shoulders, but it's soft, and he likes the way it smells.

He sets a plate in the draining rack and reaches for another.

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[atehimrightup]

Lee can tell when George is about to come by the way he goes tense and his fingers dig into Lee’s hips, pressing skin into bone. He hums encouragingly and presses his hips back, moaning when he feels George’s cock twitch and pulse inside of him. It’s so incredibly satisfying every single time.

“Thank you, my Lord,” he breathes out, shifting down to his shoulders and tilting his hips further, ass propped up to keep both George and his come inside of him for as long as he can.

[gallowseyes]

"You're welcome," says George, leaning forward, still shivering with aftershocks and presses a kiss against Lee's spine. He feels himself slip out of character, wraps his arms around Lee's middle and makes no move to pull out of him.

"Good?"

[atehimrightup]

Lee can sense the shift in mood even before George curls his arms around him so sweetly, and he smiles to himself at the question. After a scene like that, Lee always craves extra affection and reassurance, and George seems to know that.

“Very good,” Lee confirms in a low rasp, chuckling a little as they tip to the side, still interlocked. He stretches out his legs as best he can and mindlessly rocks his hips a little, putting his hand over George’s arm and snuggling back against him.

[gallowseyes]

"Your voice is wrecked," teases George, kissing along Lee's bare shoulder, his arms still wrapped around him. "I love it when you sound like that."

[atehimrightup]

“Oh, do you?” Lee replies in amused tone, letting out a low chuckle and smiling as George presses kisses to his sweaty skin and holds him so securely, like he never wants to let him go.

Eventually he pulls himself off of George’s cock with a soft hiss, only so he can shift around in George’s arms and look at him, wanting so badly to see his face.

“Will you kiss me?” Lee asks, unsure of why he feels the need to vocalize it when he could have just leaned in and kissed George himself. Maybe he just feels a little vulnerable, a little unsteady, and wants to be reminded of his place.

[gallowseyes]

"Always," says George, leaning in to press a kiss against Lee's mouth, soft at first, but warmer and deeper, leaning in to nudge his mouth open. It's a good kiss, full of all the care that had been missing during the scene. It's a kiss that's utterly meant.

[atehimrightup]

It’s exactly what Lee needs. He melts into the kiss with a soft hum, reaching up to put one hand on the side of George’s neck, thumbing at his earring.

He loves all of what they do together, loves when it gets filthy and rough, but he thinks that this might be his favorite part. It’s so nice to be held after, and kissed so tenderly.

It makes him feel warm all over, like something in his chest is breaking open and melting all over his insides.

[gallowseyes]

George loves when they kiss like this. He's always loved kissing, but never as much as he does when its with Lee. He sucks lightly at Lee's lower lip before he pulls back, leaning their foreheads together. "I'm glad you enjoyed that," he says. "Because I had a fucking great time."

[atehimrightup]

Lee chuckles low in his throat, and for some reason the compliment makes him blush more than what they had just done. But that’s how it always is with George. He never knows what to do with the softer moments, but he loves them so much.

“It was pretty good,” Lee says with a teasing smirk, kissing George again and nipping softly at his top lip. “Next time we’ll take it out to the pond. I can run away and you can chase me down and fuck me.”

He grins and slides his hand up and down George’s flank, marveling over his soft skin and smiling against his mouth. “If you can catch me.”

[gallowseyes]

"I'll definitely do my best," says George, all but purring at how good Lee's hand feels, stroking against his skin. "It'd be easier if I was a-horse, obviously, but something tells me you won't be trying that hard to escape."

[atehimrightup]

“If you were a horse, you definitely wouldn’t be fucking me,” Lee replies, deliberately misunderstanding to be funny. “You’re already well hung enough, my Lord.”

He laughs and reaches down to curl his fingers loosely around George’s cock, more just to be casually possessive rather than actually trying to get him hard again. He likes how it fits in his hand when he’s soft. It’s almost more intimate that way, and Lee hums as the thumbs at George’s foreskin, leaning in for another kiss.

[gallowseyes]

George laughs at that, warm and unguarded, rolling his eyes. He feels going, when he's with Lee, in a way that maybe he hadn't been allowed to feel at home. He loves the way that Lee handles him, the curl of his fingers around his cock more about affection than sex in that moment. He's not sure anyone's ever touched him quite like that.

[atehimrightup]

George laughs openly and gives Lee one of those gummy grins that makes his heart feel a little like an egg being cracked into a frying pan, like it’s too big for his chest.

He grins back at him, openly adoring, and then kisses him again as his hand trails down to cup his balls, stroking his thumb along the seam. His fingertips drift down to the top of his thigh, rubbing at spot he knows to be sensitive before that same hand travels up to his belly, nails scratching lightly through the hair under his navel.

Touching George is something that he’ll never get used to, even though he’s long since committed his body to memory.

“How are these doing?” Lee asks as he lifts his hand to thumb lightly at one of George’s nipples. “I remember there being a point when my ear was almost done healing that I’d just sit there and tug on the hoops because it was a good kind of hurt.” He smiles almost shyly and looks down, long lashes casting shadows on his cheeks. “Like pressing on a bruise. I think that feels really good, too.”

[gallowseyes]

He's completely content to lie there, one arm pillowed under his head, and let Lee touch him anywhere and any way that he likes. It lulls him into a soft, dreamy place or, at least, it does until Lee starts to play with the bar through his nipple.

"Yeah," he says. "That sort of pain." He can't deny how good it feels.

[atehimrightup]

Lee glances up to make sure there isn’t any hint of discomfort on George’s face. Aside from the occasional pinch here and there, he’s tried to be very careful with George’s nipples. They’re like little forbidden fruits and all he wants to do is put them in his mouth.

“Yeah?” Lee smiles and thumbs at one of the bars again, kissing George’s shoulder and then his neck, the bolt of his jaw. When he speaks again, his voice is low and raspy. “So, can I play with them a little?”

He rolls so that he’s on top of George, resting his chin on George’s chest and looking up at him with an exaggerated pout while a sweaty curl falls into his face and bounces, as if on cue.

[gallowseyes]

George shifts his weight under Lee, draping his other arm against the pillows.

"Yes," he says, his voice warm and indulgent. "You can play with them."

[atehimrightup]

Lee isn’t really expecting to be turned down, but he still smiles happily and presses a kiss to George’s sternum, draping himself down onto him and shifting all his weight onto one elbow.

“I have been very restrained when it comes to these and I think I deserve a medal,” he says very seriously, ducking his head to brush his soft lips back and forth one of George’s nipples. He knows that he still can’t be rough (yet), but they’re healing nicely. Lee can smell that much.

He glances up at George while slowly dragging the flat of his tongue over the tight bud, tasting metal as he curls his tongue around it.

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Lee licks a stripe across his nipple and it doesn't hurt, not exactly, but the sensation does go directly to his cock. He makes a soft sound, shifting his hips under Lee's weight across him.

"It's true," he says. "You've been a saint."

[atehimrightup]

Lee lets out an indelicate snort at that, shaking his head in fond amusement as he licks at his nipple again and then moves to the other to lavish it with the same attention.

“I wouldn’t go that far,” he says with a smirk, sliding his hand slowly up and down George’s flank, from his armpit to his hip and back again. He laps at George’s nipple in no hurry, with no end goal in mind other than feeling George shiver beneath him. They have all the time in the world.

“Tell me if it gets uncomfortable,” Lee says before closing his lips around the tight bud and suckling delicately, eyes falling shut as a soft, pleased sound escapes him.

[gallowseyes]

It's the furthest thing from uncomfortable, honestly. Yes, there's the tiniest bit of pain, but it's the kind that goes straight to his cock. His head falls back, his eyelashes fluttering.

"So far so good," he says.

[atehimrightup]

“Noted,” Lee murmurs against George’s skin, smirking faintly at the huskiness in his voice. He can feel George’s cock stirring where it’s held in the hollow of Lee’s hip, but he ignores it to keep lavishing attention on his nipples.

He uses only his mouth, licking and sucking gently, resisting the urge to scrape his teeth over them. They get puffier against his lips and Lee hums, swirling his tongue around one of the stiff peaks and sucking it into his mouth, feeling the barbell catch on the inside of his bottom lip.

A thought occurs to him and he lifts his head suddenly, eyes bright as he pulls away to roll off of the bed.

“Stay right there,” he says in a low voice, holding his hands out to emphasize his point. “I have an idea.”

With that, he turns to scamper out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, filling a cup with crushed ice from the fancy refrigerator. He pops a few pieces into his mouth and rolling them on his tongue, pressing them against his lips until they start to melt.

After putting another piece in his mouth, he returns to the bedroom and sets a glass of ice water on the nightstand before crawling back on top of George and settling just where he was, shifting his weight until George’s cock is back in the groove of his hip.

Then he gives George a smile before crunching down on the ice, nose scrunching as he swallows. He lowers his head again, and this time when his tongue drags over one of George’s nipples it’s freezing cold.

[gallowseyes]

George stays exactly where he is, sprawled in the rumpled sheets, as Lee disappears off. He finds himself smiling, rubs his fingers against his lips but, by the time that Lee comes back into the bedroom, he's back with both arms draped over his head. He frowns when Lee crunches something between his teeth, only making the connection with the glass of water as Lee's tongue drags across his nipple and his breath catches. "Jesus."

[atehimrightup]

Lee chuckles at the reaction, taking it as a good sign. He remembers how George hard reacted when they made out in the kitchen that time, and Lee had teased him with icy fingers. Now he can make good on it.

He hums and pulls George’s nipple between his cold lips, suckling at it like there’s nothing else he’d rather do for the night, nowhere else he’d rather be.

Eventually he lifts his head, but it’s only to switch his attention to the other nipple and start the whole thing over again.

[gallowseyes]

Honestly, George isn't sure that anyone has paid this much attention to his nipples his whole life. The cold of Lee's lips and tongues is maddening, the suction enough to almost make his eyes roll back in his head.

He isn't complaining.

[atehimrightup]

God, he loves it when they’re like this. There is truly no rush, both of them sated but with room for more. Maybe that’s why he’s lapping at George’s nipples like they’re some decadent dessert.

He loves it when it’s slow and lazy, when it’s unnecessary. All the need is momentarily burned away. There is no itch to scratch. He’s here doing this simply because it’s where he wants to be.

“I honestly could do this all night,” Lee drawls out teasingly, smiling as his teeth catch lightly on one of the barbells. “I take it by the wet spot on my hip that you wouldn’t really mind.”