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gallowseyesLee 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.
He sets a plate in the draining rack and reaches for another.
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Date: 2025-09-21 04:50 pm (UTC)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."
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Date: 2025-09-21 05:01 pm (UTC)“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.
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Date: 2025-09-21 05:35 pm (UTC)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."
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Date: 2025-09-21 06:10 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2025-09-21 06:28 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2025-09-21 07:07 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2025-09-21 07:21 pm (UTC)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..."
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Date: 2025-09-21 07:34 pm (UTC)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?”
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Date: 2025-09-21 07:42 pm (UTC)"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?"
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Date: 2025-09-21 08:00 pm (UTC)“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?”
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Date: 2025-09-21 08:20 pm (UTC)"Good," says George, and means it. He likes knowing that -- that it's the best thing that anyone's ever said. Lee deserves that. He nods, watching fondly as Lee kisses his skin. "Oh, yes. All okay."
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Date: 2025-09-21 08:28 pm (UTC)He lowers himself to his elbows and ducks his head to kiss the bite on George’s chest, and then the one on his neck, humming softly and then kissing him on the mouth. It lingers for a long moment and then he presses their foreheads together, one hand on George’s cheek. “You’re fucking incredible.”
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Date: 2025-09-21 08:30 pm (UTC)"You're biased," says George, but he's smiling. Lee's so close that he can't see all of the details at once. He's distracted by the smudge of freckles across the fair skin of his nose.
"But thank you. You're a marvel."
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Date: 2025-09-21 08:38 pm (UTC)“I never know how an evening is gonna go when I’m with you,” he admits with a breathless grin. “That’s one of my favorite parts.”
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Date: 2025-09-21 08:42 pm (UTC)"I like that part myself," he says, stretching and then lifting his arm so that he can examine the mark, probing gently with the tip of one finger. "The not knowing. But the always knowing -- that I'm safe with you, no matter which way we go."
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Date: 2025-09-21 08:50 pm (UTC)“You are. I promise,” Lee assures him, and even though he’s keeping something major from George, it’s not a lie. He would never hurt George in that way. If George were the very last person on earth, Lee would choose to starve to death.
He watches George prod at the bite, shivering as he sees the shapes of his teeth imbedded into George’s skin. Lee had tilted his mouth a little so that the bites would overlap slightly because it’s never his intention to try and erase James, even in this.
“How does it feel to look at it?” Lee asks curiously, reaching up to touch at the bite mark on his own chest without even realizing he’s doing it.
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Date: 2025-09-22 05:27 am (UTC)"I like it," says George, without hesitation, tracing the reddened Cresent with his thumb and then going back to the silvered scar underneath. "Will it scar, do you think?"
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Date: 2025-09-22 05:57 am (UTC)Maybe not his face, but the one over his heart. He’d like that.
“Might. Not too bad if it does. We’ll keep it clean,” Lee murmurs, cradling the back of George’s hand and pressing another kiss to the thin skin just above the bite. He stares at it, jaw working as he blinks against the sting in his eyes. “Thank you. For letting me.”
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Date: 2025-09-22 03:37 pm (UTC)"I don't mind if it does," he says, because he honestly doesn't. He quite likes the idea of the two scars overlapping, his past and his present in one. Lee's eyes fill with tears and George frowns, reaching up to stroke his fingers along his jaw. "I meant it when I said I liked it," he says.
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Date: 2025-09-22 03:53 pm (UTC)“No, I know. These are good tears, I think,” he admits in a soft voice, turning onto his side so he can look at George, reaching up to cradle the back of his hand and press a kiss to the meat of his palm. He stares at George for a long moment, throat working. “I’ve cried a lot in my life but I don’t know that I could cry from being happy until you came along.”
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Date: 2025-09-24 08:20 pm (UTC)"Oh, love," says George, his voice soft, stroking his thumb against the sharp line of Lee's cheekbone. Brimming with tears, his eyes are insanely beautiful, like polished tortiseshell. He shifts, leaning in to press a gentle kiss against Lee's mouth, just letting them linger in the moment.