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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 grins back, utterly besotted and amused by how easily George starts to roll his hips. He really is such a slut, and Lee gets to reap all the benefits.

“These are a pretty clear reminder,” Lee murmurs, letting go of George’s thigh to press his thumb into the bite mark on his hip, wiping away another small smear of blood and bringing it to his lips to suck the digit clean.

“You’re mine and I’m not gonna let you go,” Lee tells him fiercely, reaching for the lube and squirting some directly onto his fingers as he works them into George’s ass, adding a third now that he’s slick. “I’ll cover you in bites and fuck you in front of everyone at that club. I’ll fight anyone who comes too close to you, baby.”

[gallowseyes]

George's breath hitches at the sting when Lee presses his thumb against the bite mark. He nods, still rolling his hips, his cock hard and leaking against his belly.

"In front of everyone?"

[atehimrightup]

“I’m selfish and have no problem keeping you all to myself,” Lee says with a grin, pulling his fingers free so he can slick his cock and position the head at George’s slick rim, nudging it in and pulling back just to tease him.

“But I know how much you like putting on a show, baby,” he teases further, pushing just the head inside and pulling out again. “Would you like it if I fucked you in front of everyone?”

Lee tries to imagine it, tilting his head as he stares down at where he lets just the head of his cock penetrate George over and over again just to see what kind of noises George will make.

“I’d stay clothed while you were naked,” he murmurs, “and put you on your hands and knees. Nothin’ too intimate, ‘cause that’s just for us. But I’d show everyone just how well you take it for me,” he breathes out, finally sinking all the way into George with a low groan. “If you wanted.”

[gallowseyes]

The noises that George makes are breathy and impatient as Lee barely puts his cock inside him, barely fucks him at all.

"Oh, God," he says, shakily, picturing that moment in the club. When Lee had made him bring himself off for a crowd had been the most exposed he'd ever been. "I think...I think I'd like it."

[atehimrightup]

“Mm, we can try it,” Lee says with an indulgent smile, grinding his hips against George’s ass and giving him a moment to adjust. It had been hard for him to let George walk around the room on his own getting leered at, but it would be better if they were together. He’d be so beautiful.

Lee isn’t used to having something that others want. He has no plans to ever take advantage of that, but he’s not going to lie and say it doesn’t get him off sometimes.

He starts to roll his hips, reaching out to hook his hand under George’s other knee, lifting them both and holding his legs up and open as he fucks him. “But no one can touch you.”

[gallowseyes]

George shakes his head, sinking easily into how it feels to be fucked so thoroughly. He can't really rock his hips like this, so he just lies and let's Lee fuck him.

"Nobody," he says, but then he smiles, teasing. "Except perhaps that girl of yours."

[atehimrightup]

“Nobody,” Lee echoes, then huffs a laugh and rolls his eyes as George continues. “She’s not my girl, but I do like seeing your face between her legs.”

If Lee caught even a hint of George being uncomfortable with him fucking Alex from time to time, he’d put a stop to it. But he truly doesn’t seem to mind. Maybe because it’s so fucking obvious where his heart belongs. Sometimes it feels like George is holding it in the palm of his hand, like Lee has no control over it anymore.

He grips George’s thighs and fucks him a bit harder, staring down at him with a liquid gaze. His hands slide up under George’s knees and he hooks them over Lee’s shoulders, practically bending him in half as he leans over to plant one hand into the bed for leverage.

“Don’t worry,” he teases with a charming grin, laughing breathlessly as he snaps his hips. “You’re my favorite brat, sweetheart.”

[gallowseyes]

The change of angle feels intensely, ridiculously good, and George groans, his hands fisting to grip the pillow on either side of his head, squeezing it completely out of shape. "Good. I should fucking hope so." He grins. "You love it when I'm a brat. It gives you..." He moans. "Gives you the opportunity to punish me."

[atehimrightup]

“God help me, I do,” Lee teases, gripping George’s quads nearly hard enough to bruise as he draws his cock nearly all the way out slowly and then sinks in hard and fast, making sure to aim for George’s prostate each time. He looks so fucking beautiful like this, pink and glistening, eyes heavy lidded and mouth open like he’s shocked by how good it feel.

Lee could never look at anything else for the rest of his life and be perfectly happy, he thinks.

“Mm, not sure how much of a punishment it is when you always seem to fucking love it so much,” he says warmly, laughing and reaching forward to playfully slide two fingers into George’s mouth. “You slutty little fiend.”

[gallowseyes]

He loves being fucked like this, so deeply and so thorough. His breath sobs out of him, but he's laughing, too, and so stupidly in love, even if he hasn't said it yet, and, God, its never, ever felt like this.

"I don't love all of it," he says, grinning. "And you know it. Which is why it works."

[atehimrightup]

Lee has never been happy like this. It’s an amazing, terrifying thing, a fragile bubble that he hopes never bursts. He’s thought it before, but it’ll never stop being true: George is the best thing to ever happen to him.

“True, not all of it,” he concedes with a chuckle, leaning his shoulder into the underside of George’s knee to fold him just a bit more, stretching his leg so that Lee can press hand hand into the bed next to his head. “But I can certainly tell when you’re angling for a spanking. That’s a whole other kind of brat.”

Lee grins down at him, hips rolling more slowly now. There’s no reason not to take their time. “You could just ask me. There’s rarely a day where I don’t feel like spanking your ass red at least once or twice.”

[gallowseyes]

George laughs at that, a strange feeling with Lee's cock buried inside him. He never gets used to it.

"I can't deny it," he says. "There's days when I should just ask."

[atehimrightup]

“I’ll always give you what you need, baby,” Lee assures him, shifting George’s leg off of his shoulder and wrapping it around his waist instead, all so he can lean down closer and kiss him on the mouth. “There’s nothing I love more than givin’ you what you need.”

He keeps one hand planted into the bed and puts the other on George’s cheek, thumbing at his puffy bottom lip and touching the sharp line of his teeth, gasping as his thrusts start to get a little erratic. It’s always harder to hold back his orgasm when he’s within kissing distance. “Tell me what you need. How do you wanna get off?”

[gallowseyes]

"Like this," says George, his hips working in time with the thrust of Lee's cock. "Just like this." His eyes close, his head tipping back against the pillow. "But. Hurt me too," he says. "Please."

[atehimrightup]

“Oh my god.” Lee almost comes on the spot, but manages to stave it off. George is so fucking perfect, like he was made just for him and presented in the most beautiful fucking package he’s ever seen. “Okay, gorgeous. Anything you want.”

Just like this, George says, so Lee doesn’t touch his cock. Instead he fucks him a little harder, shoving himself impossibly deep and making sure to hit his prostate each time. Which just leaves hurting him.

Lee’s mind races with possibilities and he shifts one hand to curl it around George’s neck, squeezing hard. He feels so overwhelmed, almost frenzied, like he’s burning up from lust and everything else this man makes him feel.

George’s mouth falls open and Lee spits into it without thinking much about it, heat flashing through him at how obscene it is. And then he lets go of George’s neck to slap him hard on the cheek, grabbing roughly at his chin.

“Hurt you how, baby?” He growls out, rutting against him and then shifting his hand to press his thumb into the bite mark at the juncture of his shoulder. “You want another one of these?”

[gallowseyes]

It's all so perfect. Lee fucks him so hard, so deep that it almost hurts, and then there's the spit in his mouth and the hand around his throat, the stinging slap to his face. It takes him a moment to process the fact that Lee's even asked him a question.

"Yes," he gasps out. "Fuck, yes, I want another."

[atehimrightup]

“You’re such a filthy little whore,” Lee breathes out, and the words are a juxtaposition to how fond he sounds. His hand slides down George’s arm, grabbing at his wrist and looking down at the faint silvery crescent mark on the inside of his forearm. It makes him feel like he’s been set on fire.

“Here?” He asks, pressing his thumb into the scar while he drags his other hand down the center of George’s chest, letting his nails leave pink scratches that will linger for a few hours but fade by morning. He wants it so badly that his teeth itch and he swallows hard, groaning as he slams his hips forward again and again, feeling a little like an animal in rut.

[gallowseyes]

He has the presence of mind to realise that Lee's asking to bite over the faint scar that James left. That bite had hurt, just hurt, and he doesn't remember it especially fondly.

"There," he says. "Please."

[atehimrightup]

Lee whines a little once he’s given permission and he nods, curling his hand around George’s throat again. He thrusts in hard and looks into George’s eyes, wanting him to see the passion in his own, the utter fucking devotion.

He keeps looking as he brings George’s wrist to his mouth, kissing the spot reverently even as he fucks George so hard. There’s love in his eyes as he bites down over the scar, perhaps a little harder than he’d usually dare.

He keeps his teeth there, growling and tasting blood as he makes sure to hit George’s prostate again and again, wanting him to feel more pleasure than pain.

[gallowseyes]

It's the combination of it, overwhelming in its intensity -- the pleasure and the pain and the love and all of it -- that sends him over the edge. He sobs and spasms, his hips jerking as he comes over his own belly, hard enough that he feels it stripe against his jaw.

[atehimrightup]

Lee is so hyperfocused on George that his own orgasm comes as something of a surprise, triggered by the way George’s body goes impossibly tight around him. His eyes widen and he whimpers against George’s arm as his hips jerk, cock pulsing as he leaves traces of himself deep inside of George’s body.

It’s one of the most intense orgasms he’s ever had, he’s pretty sure. It feels a little like he might burn away entirely and he lets the metallic tang of George’s blood keep him tethered, suckling at the wound and whimpering until he has to pull away to suck in a breath. His mouth feels wet and he licks his lips, pulling the bottom one into his mouth as his hips jerk again.

[gallowseyes]

Lee comes inside him, his mouth still sealed against the bite mark on George's arm, and its intense, and beautiful and, when its done, he feels almost entirely wrung out. He collapses back against the pillow, sweaty, chest heaving. "God," he murmurs. "That was...You're..."

[atehimrightup]

It feels like it takes a long time for Lee to come back to himself, blinking owlishly and breathing in deep. He just feels so hazy and concretely satisfied all at once.

Eventually he shakes his head a little and grins down at George, grinding his hips forward almost playfully. He keeps his hand around George’s wrist, unable to stop glancing at the bite.

“I’m what?”

[gallowseyes]

"You're everying I've ever wanted," says George, and means it utterly, reaching out fondly to brush his fingers along the side of Lee's face. "You want to put a bandage on that, don't you?"

[atehimrightup]

The declaration hits Lee like a punch to the solar plexus, knocking all of the air right out of his lungs. He shudders and is only slightly embarrassed to immediately feel his eyes well up with tears.

“That’s the best thing anyone has ever said to me,” Lee admits breathlessly, wiping at his eyes and then shoving George’s chest playfully. The question makes him laugh, and then maybe even cry harder, because George knows him so well.

“Not right this second,” he says, but he does plan on taking care of it. Lee looks at the bite again, and then presses a soft, reverent kiss just above it, eyes closed as if in prayer. “All okay, though?”