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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 smiles at that, watching George's face. He seems so calm and relaxed, at peace where he's tucked beneath Lee's body. It does something to Lee, makes him feel overprotective and hopelessly fond. George's pretty eyelashes flutter, full lips parting on a sigh, and Lee thinks that he might die.

"What is it I can do more of, love?" Lee asks, borrowing George's endearment without thinking much about it. He smiles against George's palm, scraping his upper teeth gently over it and then biting softly at the inside of his wrist, where the skin is soft and delicate and his pulse jumps just underneath. He rolls his hips again, slow and languid, unable to tear his gaze away from George's face.

[gallowseyes]

"You can bite me," says George, a soft, fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips because he knows that Lee always needs permission for this sort of thing. "Harder. If you want to."

[atehimrightup]

For some reason, Lee isn't expecting the declaration and he curses under his breath, looking up at George with something like awe in his expression. They aren't being rough anymore. They're basking in the afterglow, sharing kisses and taking their time, and George is offering his body up for bites like it's something tender. Strangely, it makes Lee feel a little like he might cry simply from feeling too much all at once.

"Do you actually want me to or are you allowing me to?" Lee asks, because it's an important distinction for him, especially right now. "Honestly."

[gallowseyes]

"Honestly?" says George, his fingers stroking against Lee's skin. "The first time, it was because it was something that you wanted, and I wanted to give you that, because I wanted you to be pleased." He swallows, lips pursing for a moment. "Now? It's both. I'm allowing you because I want you to."

[atehimrightup]

Lee nods, because he wants honesty. Which is probably a little hypocritical, all things considered.

“Everything you do pleases me. Looking at you pleases me,” Lee assures him during that brief pause, feeling vaguely overwhelmed that someone like George, so handsome and charming and talented, would want to go above and beyond to please him. But he doesn’t have to. Lee feels lucky to be in his presence, to be able to touch him at all.

His stomach feels vaguely in knots as he waits for George to continue, and he lets out an incredulous huff when he does.

“Fuck, how are you real?” He wonders aloud, tracing his fingertips down the side of George’s face. There’s the familiar twist of guilt, sticking to the back of his throat like acid, but he does his best to ignore it because that means he gets to keep having George stare up at him like he’s something special. Lee can’t give that up. He just can’t. “Sometimes I feel like I dreamed you up.”

[gallowseyes]

"You can look at me whenever and however you like. For as long as you like. As it please you." He smiles softly at the next bit, reaching up to stroke the backs of his fingers along Lee's cheek.

"There are, apparently, history books that prove that a lie," he says. "Many of them, apparently."

[atehimrightup]

“That’ll be for a very long time,” Lee replies in a low voice, and it feels like a declaration, enough of one that he feels a flutter of nerves. But he looks into George’s eyes as he says it— not at his face or his body, his cock or his ass. As wonderful as all those things are, they aren’t why Lee is here in this bed making romantic declarations that he didn’t even know that he was capable of.

What George says next makes his smile dim a bit and he reaches up to curl his hand loosely around George’s wrist, kissing his knuckles and then threading their fingers together. It kills him that there is some version of George out there that he can’t protect, some blade that he won’t be able to throw himself in front of.

“Well,” he says as he presses his cheek to the back of George’s hand. “We’ll just have to rewrite history, won’t we?”

[gallowseyes]

It's possibly the most romantic thing anyone's ever said to him. Absurdly, it makes his eyes sting with tears and he blinks them away, smiling and nodding.

"Why not?" he says. "All things are possible." He believes that. He always has, in a way.

[atehimrightup]

George’s eyes gloss over with tears and Lee feels awed by the sight, leaning down to press his lips to the corner of his eye in a tender kiss. He tastes salt, and he shivers when he realizes that he knows how every part of George tastes. His blood and sweat, his come, tears of sadness and anger and joy. Lee knows them all.

“If this place has taught me anything, it’s that,” Lee murmurs warmly, kissing George’s high cheekbone and then the corner of his mouth. “And that apparently I’m a sucker for an English accent.”

[gallowseyes]

George snorts a soft laugh at that, turning his head to catch Lee's mouth in a truer kiss. "And a French one," he says because he's pretty proud of his accent when he speaks French, and he's seen the effect that it has on Lee. "I meant it, you know. About biting. I...At first I wasn't sure, but..." His cheeks colour, and it's not art of guile. "Not now."

[atehimrightup]

“Mm, I suppose that one’s fine, too,” he murmurs into the kiss, chuckling softly and then pulling back to look at George when his tone goes more serious. Lee smiles, genuine and warm, and can’t help but to reach up and brush the pads of his fingers across George’s pink cheek. Him blushing is such a rarity, and Lee cherishes each and every instance of it.

His expression softens even further and he smiles in a way that only George ever gets to see. There is so much of him that only George gets to see, parts of himself that he never even knew existed until George coaxed them out.

“Not now?” Lee asks warmly, brows lifting in amusement. He remembers the hesitancy when George first allowed Lee to bite him, and how it had felt like such a gift. Knowing that George has come to genuinely like it sends a warm thrill down Lee’s spine, and he slowly drags the tip of his tongue over his teeth as he stares down at George’s flushed face. “Not much of a surprise from the boy who loves to be spanked.”

His expression softens even further, his gaze gone liquid as he stares down at George. “Ask me in French,” he murmurs in a low, seductive tone, tracing his fingertips along the firm curve of muscle at the juncture of George’s neck and shoulder, a favorite spot of his. “Ask me and I will.”

[gallowseyes]

"I've learned I like a lot of things, in your company," he says. He watches Lee for a long moment, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth before he nods.

"I love you," he says, because he's been saying it like this for a while. "Please bite me as hard as you want.."

[atehimrightup]

“It’s honestly shocking to me that you’d never been spanked before, you horrid brat,” Lee teases fondly, voice dripping with soft adoration. George seems to stare at him for a moment that stretches on and on and Lee quirks a brow at the smirk on his face, but he’s immediately distracted by the French spilling from his sinful mouth.

There’s a phrase that George says a lot and Lee has been so tempted to look it up and see what it means, but something stops him every time. Whatever it is, he’ll wait for George to tell him in words that Lee can understand.

He grins down at George and lowers his face to the warm, sweaty curve of his neck, breathing him in and letting his lips rest against George’s jugular, feeling the precious life pumping through him.

Eventually he bites, but not hard. It’s more of a soft nip than anything, and he leaves a trail of them along the sharp edge of George’s jaw and down the side of his neck, over the top of his shoulder. He’s teasing, smiling against George’s collarbone while letting his fingers drift back and forth over one of his nipples.

[gallowseyes]

"Nobody else has ever brought the brat out in me quite so well as you do," says George, and he's not entirely sure that that's true, but he also knows he's never enjoyed it as much as he does with George. Lee's lips drift over his skin, nipping and sucking, his fingers teasing over his nipple again, and George sighs, letting himself sink into the sensation.

[atehimrightup]

“Lucky me,” Lee replies, and his tone may be playfully sarcastic but he means it utterly. He adores George even when he’s being infuriating and pouty.

He keeps on his languid teasing, sucking at his nipples again while reaching down to lazily fist George’s cock, not stroking but simply holding it possessively, thumbing at his foreskin as jr grows harder against his palm.

Eventually, when George’s breathing has gone a bit labored and his cock his hard, skin shining with Lee’s saliva, he lifts his head and nuzzles at the juncture of his neck and shoulder.

“Breathe out,” he commands in a low voice, waiting for George to do just that before he bites hard at the spot, nose wrinkling as the tips of his canines break through skin and he forces himself to stop. He holds George’s flesh between his teeth and shivers, growling low in his throat before letting go and immediately dragging his tongue over the mark, faintly tasting blood.

His cock blurts out a bit of fluid where it’s pressed to George’s hip and he lets out a satisfied sigh, kissing the spot with tender reverence.

[gallowseyes]

He loves when Lee treats him like this -- he's not wearing the collar, but Lee's touch is firm and possessive and it's enough to drive him wild. He squirms a little and then, when Lee tells him to breathe out, he does, the exhale spilling into a yelp when Lee bites him hard enough to just break the skin. He groans when Lee drags his tongue over the sore spot.

"LIke that," he says.

[atehimrightup]

It’s not that Lee thought George was lying to him about wanting it, but the sound he makes really drives it home. It makes Lee feel a little wild, warm and possessive and protective all at once, crouched over George like a dragon with its hoard of treasure.

“Yeah?” He asks huskily, licking at the bite as two more drops of blood well up from where the sharp points of his canines broke through. It makes him shiver and growl deep in his chest, smudging his lips down the center of George’s chest and over until he can flick his tongue over one of his nipples.

And then he bites again just above it, right over where his heart is beating against his rib cage. It’s not hard enough to break skin this time, but Lee licks at it all the same, soothing the sting.

“I wanna take you back to that club covered in my bite marks,” Lee murmurs feverishly, and he’s honestly sure if he means it or if he’s just talking. He’s too turned on to tell. “Let everyone see just how fucking mine you are.”

[gallowseyes]

George's head spins at the thought of it. He imagines stripping off his clothes, either in the club proper or on that anteroom, entering the room already naked, collared and decorated in lurid marks. A wave of humiliation and arousal hits him at the thought of it. It's perfect.

He nods.

"I'd like that," he says.

[atehimrightup]

Lee lifts his head to the first bite and licks away another drop of blood, shivering and closing his eyes at the sweet copper taste. He smell how much George likes the thought of it and he groans, huffing and burying his face in George’s neck.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he pants out, biting the bolt of George’s jaw just hard enough for him to feel the sting of his teeth. He leaves them there, digging slightly into George’s skin as he shifts his hand down to cover his balls, tugging gently at them in the way he knows George likes.

[gallowseyes]

"I have some idea," he says, pushing his fingers into Lee's hair and tugging, urging him on a little bit, goading. He whimpers when Lee tugs at his balls, his hips canting forward, his breath hitching.

[atehimrightup]

“You’re a demon,” Lee says as George pulls his hair, hissing and laughing fondly. He kisses George on the mouth and then works his way down his neck, pausing to lick at the bite mark. He sucks on it, trying to draw out more blood, and thinks of how it felt to make those small cuts on George’s body, watching it spill out of him like rubies that melted on Lee’s tongue.

He wants that again, goes as far as opening his mouth, but he stops himself. George hasn’t brought it up again and it feels like too big of a thing to ask for, like it’s too much. He’s already been given so much more than he deserves.

Instead, he keeps kissing his way down George’s chest, pausing to bite gently at his pink, puffy nipples and then moving lower still. He keeps a hold of George’s balls, massaging them in his palm and pressing his thumb in against the spot where they meet his body, just below the base of his cock.

When he gets to George’s navel, he bites hard at a spot just below it, holding the bit of flesh between his teeth while tugging on George’s balls again. He always responds so beautifully to pain, further evidence that he was created to take Lee apart piece by piece.

[gallowseyes]

"You fucking love it," says George, realising, as he says it, that what he really means is, you fucking love me. Still, saying it in English feels like it would be a step too far, somehow. He can't bring himself to that edge. When Lee bites at the soft, yielding skin of his belly, he whimpers, his hips squirming which, in turn, puts pressure on his balls, where Lee's holding them. It's exquisite.

[atehimrightup]

“I really fucking do,” Lee admits in a voice that’s probably far more tender than the situation warrants. He loves everything about this, loves the way George whimpers and squirms beneath him, loves the way he pulls Lee’s hair when something feels good, loves—

He just loves George.

Lee has never let himself think that before, but it seems so obvious now. He breathes out raggedly and presses his face to George’s hip for a moment, feeling overwhelmed as he sucks in a deep breath.

And then, without thinking much about it, he bites hard at George’s hip. It’s hard enough to break the skin, hard enough to bruise for days, maybe even hard enough to leave a faint scar. He whimpers helplessly with George’s skin between his teeth, then opens his mouth and laps at the spot with open reverence, like an act of worship.

[gallowseyes]

It fucking hurts in a way that goes straight to his cock and George arches, a soft, wounded sound that's almost a moan finding it's way out of him and Lee licks and sucks at the wound he's made. It's exactly what George wanted and he can't believe how it makes him feel.

[atehimrightup]

Blood beads up on George’s skin at the few spots where his teeth broke through, and Lee licks away every drop like it’s the sweetest honey, eyes closed as he smiles to himself. He thinks about how they tried to convince themselves that this was casual for so long, and almost laughs.

Lee has never felt less casual about anything in his whole fucking life.

“You taste so fucking good,” Lee breathes out raggedly, licking at the bite again before turning his head to mouth at the side of George’s cock, whimpering with pleasure at bittersweet taste of what’s already leaked out of him. “You’re so wet for me.”

There’s still blood at the corner of his mouth as he pulls the head of George’s cock between his lips, staring up at him as he sucks on it, swallowing eagerly and scratching his nails down the insides of George’s thighs.