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[gallowseyes]

He's only trying to help. He's still not able to cook more than eggs and toast successfully on his own without supervision, but he likes trying to help when Lee is cooking. He's chopping the ingredients for a salad when he slips, the knife biting into the side of his finger. He drops it, helping, immediately bringing his hand up to his mouth. It's not a big wound, but it's deep and the blood wells up scarlet.

"Fuck."

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[atehimrightup]

The request makes Lee melt, eyes crinkling at the corners as he grins widely and palms the side of George’s face, stroking at his cheekbone.

“I love you,” he says fiercely, stunned by how easy it seems to come out. He thought that they would feel foreign on his tongue, but they don’t. Not when it’s George that he’s saying them to. “Not your name or your title or what you can do for me. Not how you look or how you act in bed. I love you, George. The whole of you.”

He leans in to give him another kiss, then reaches for a length of dark silk, kissing his way up the inside of George’s arm and tying it around his wrist, checking to make sure it isn’t too tight. After tying it to the headboard, he does the same to the other arm, careful and reverent, then slides his hands down the insides of his arms, over his arm pits and across his chest, raking his nails lightly down to his hips. “How’s that feel?”

[gallowseyes]

George twists a little at the shoulders, testing how it feels. He nods. The bindings aren't too tight, but he couldn't slip them on his own. He likes how they feel.

"Good," he says. "More than good."

[atehimrightup]

“You look so beautiful,” Lee says breathlessly, overcome by the sight of George naked on the bed, arms stretched up and over his head while he stares at Lee like he’s the only thing that matters. It feels like he’s dreaming and he never wants to wake up.

“Spread your legs for me, baby,” he murmurs as he gets up and grabs the retractable spreader bar and opens it wide, locking it in place and then carefully wrapping the leather cuffs around each of George’s ankles, kissing the sharp knobs of bone. Once he’s done, he takes a step back just to admire him lying there, all helpless and wanting, and it makes his throat dry.

He ducks into the bathroom to retrieve a fresh razor blade, then sets it carefully on the nightstand before shucking his pants and climbing onto the bed between George’s legs, reaching for the lube and the slim vibrating plug. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby. I’m gonna make you forget your own name.”

[gallowseyes]

George feels beautiful right then, and he can only imagine what he looks like. He twists at the hips, experimental, the feeling of the bar between his legs completely foreign.

"I believe it," he says. "So far so good."

[atehimrightup]

“Good. And you’ll tell me if you need to stop or take a pause?” Lee asks. He already knows the answer, but he still wants to confirm it.

Lee sits back on his haunches between George’s spread legs, hooking one foot over the top of the spreader bar so he won’t even be able to lift them from the bed. His mind races with things he wants to go, eyes drifting to the razor blade on the nightstand, but he tells himself to wait. It’ll be better when George is at the peak of his arousal.

“God, the way you smell,” Lee murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss to George’s hip and bury his face in the crease of his thigh and groin, inhaling deeply. He’s already leaning into being kind of a freak tonight, might as well go all the way.

He grabs a pillow and puts it under George’s hips, then nuzzles at his balls and spreads him open wide with his fingers, spitting on his hole before dragging his tongue over it firmly, bottom teeth scraping lightly against the rim as he closes his mouth over it and sucks hard.

[gallowseyes]

"I will." He knows that all he has to do, all he ever has to do, is say Lee's name in a particular tone of voice and it'll all stop. He's never had to stop it. He doesn't anticipate having to now. He's not sure that he's ever felt this helpless, but there's absolutely no denying how hard his cock is.

As Lee puts his mouth on him, his head falls back against the pillow.

"Fuck."

[atehimrightup]

“Not yet, love,” Lee teases, licking at his hole and then sucking his balls into his mouth one at a time, rolling them on his tongue. His attention returns to George’s little hole and Lee feels so possessive that it’s like he’s been set on fire, growls tumbling from his mouth as he licks and sucks at that tight ring of muscle so eagerly, pressing his tongue in as deep as he can.

“Tell me that you’re all mine,” Lee breathes out, dragging his tongue up the bottom of George’s cock and moaning when he finds him already wet at the tip. He curls his fingers loosely around the base of George’s cock, tapping the head teasingly against his lower lip. “Who do you belong to, baby?”

[gallowseyes]

God, the way Lee touches him, possessive and a little rough. It's perfect. George lifts his head so that he can see Lee mouthing at his cock.

"I'm yours," he says, without hesitation. "All yours. I belong to you."

[atehimrightup]

“That’s right. And I’m yours,” he adds, licking at George’s cock and sucking messily at the head. “God, George. You hold my heart in your hands. You know that, right?”

He locks eyes with George while sinking down onto his cock with a groan, letting it slide along his tongue and nudge the back of his throat. He bobs up and down, stroking his fist up to meet his lips, pressing his tongue hard to that little bundle of nerves under the head that always makes him shake.

Lee keeps going until he can sense that George is getting close and then pulls away, making a soothing sound at the noise George makes. His mouth goes back to George’s hole, licking at him until he’s wet and relaxed and Lee can push two fingers into him with only spit easing the way. He moves them in and out a few times and then removes them to slick the toy, pressing the tip to George’s hole and sucking a mark into his hip as he slowly pushes it in.

“So I can take you whenever I’m ready,” Lee explains, fucking him with the toy a few times before pressing it in until the flared base is resting snug against him. “You’re gonna be a good little slut for me, aren’t you?”

[gallowseyes]

"Always," says George, because there's never been anything truer, and he can hear the love in Lee's voice when he says it. He's already aching hard, flushed all over, his cock drooling and, when Lee pushes the plug into him, his hips twist, eyelashes fluttering at the sudden feeling of fullness.

[atehimrightup]

Lee gets up on his knees and straddles George’s hips, positioning himself so that George’s cock is resting in the cleft of Lee’s ass, trapped against his own belly. He rocks a little and leans over to pick up the pinwheel, looking at it curiously.

He’s always left it in the bag until tonight, and he hums as he lightly rolls the pinwheel along the inside of his own forearm. It doesn’t hurt, really. It’s similar to the repeated prick of a tattoo gun, only far less intense. It feels nice, actually. He’ll have to ask George to use it on him sometime.

George watches him and Lee holds the pinwheel up to make his intention clear, looking for any sign that George doesn’t want, but none come.

He lightly draws the pinwheel down the center of George’s chest, keeping the pressure light and not enough to break through his skin, and then draws it back up toward his chest, circling one nipple. “How does that feel?”

[gallowseyes]

"Good," says George, his eyebrows drawn together as he considers the sensation. "More of a sting than painful? Kind of like a buzzing." He shifts against the sheets. "I like it."

[atehimrightup]

“Mm, you’d really like the tattoo gun,” Lee says fondly, taking his time and rolling the pinwheel up George’s flank without applying pressure, just letting the weight of it be enough. “I want you to use this on me sometime.”

He keeps going, rolling it up his other side as Lee leans down to kiss him, rocking a little against George’s cock. His own cock is leaking profusely, dripping onto George’s belly, and Lee drags his thumb through the small puddle and rubs one of George’s nipples, pinching at it as he sets the pinwheel down and picks up the razor instead.

He holds it carefully in his palm and kisses George again, moving down and dragging his tongue over faint pink lines left by the pinwheel, working his way down until he’s sitting between George’s legs. “Are you ready?”

[gallowseyes]

"You can use the tattoo gun on me," he says. "Not now, but...sometime. You can try it." The friction of Lee rocking against his cock is maddening, especially when it's muddled together with the rub of Lee's fingers over his nipple, the swipe of Lee's tongue against his skin.

He nods.

"I'm ready. You can."

[atehimrightup]

“Sometime,” Lee echoes, nodding as he lifts George’s knees, bending them until he can put his feet flat on the bed with the bar still between them. He leans in and presses a wet kiss to the inside of George’s thigh, then bites at the pale flesh. It’s a slow, firm press of his teeth, just hard enough to leave a faint indent behind, and he hums as he pulls away to look at it. “Maybe I can ink my bite into your skin.”

The thought makes his cock lurch between his legs and he breathes out, nuzzling into the crease of his groin and mouthing at his balls, licking up the underside of his cock.

Finally, he rocks back on his haunches and presses a line of kisses up George’s inner thigh, then swipes his thumb over a pale bit of skin up high. He glances up at George to make sure he’s still okay, still willing, and then lifts the blade to his skin to make a careful cut, feeling the breath leave his lungs in a rush as blood wells up and spills over.

Lee lets out a groan and presses his mouth to it like he’s starving, lapping up the blood closing his lips over it. He sets the razor down so he can curl his hand around George’s cock, stroking upward and squeezing gently at the head each time he sucks at the wound.

[gallowseyes]

"You'd love that," says George, without a doubt that it's true. "Marking me up like that. Marking me as yours." It's hard to get words out after that, as Lee licks and mouths at him, as he bites. George is already squirming and breathless by the time Lee presses the razor against his skin. The pain is barely there, before there's the suction of Lee's mouth and the clever stroking of his hand.

"Fuck. That feels very fucking good," he says.

[atehimrightup]

Lee can’t help the whimper that he lets out because he would love that. The thought of some part of him being with George forever makes his cock twitch, makes his belly tighten and his heart ache.

But then all he can focus on is the taste of George’s blood on his tongue, warm and coppery and thick. He’s never tasted anything like George, so healthy and alive and fucking perfect, every single drop of him. Lee doesn’t let a single one go to waste.

He doesn’t pull away until the bleeding has slowed, licking his lips and looking up at George with dark, wild eyes. Lee is so hungry and for anyone else, this would be the most dangerous place in the world to be, naked and bleeding underneath an animal like him.

But George is safe. He is to be protected, worshipped even, and Lee intends to do just that.

He sucks at the head of George’s cock hard, releasing it with an audible pop, and then climbs over George on all fours, moving like a jungle cat. “Can I do another one while I fuck you?”

[gallowseyes]

He isn't wearing the collar, so he wasn't expecting that same floating feeling adn it isn't the same, not quite, but it's something like it, only he's more present in it, less passive that he cometimes is. He nods, lifting his hips as much as he can with the position he's in.

"Yes. God. Anywhere you like."

[atehimrightup]

“God, you look so good all trussed up for me like this,” Lee growls out, kissing up George’s side and over his ribs, biting next to his nipple and then again at the muscle framing his arm pit, then again on his tricep. “So fucking beautiful.”

He bites the bolt of George’s jaw and then kisses him on the mouth, licking into it with a groan. It only occurs to him after that George might taste his own blood on Lee’s tongue and he can’t help but to imagine George biting him so hard that he’s bloody. His mouth would look so good covered in crimson.

Lee kisses him again, reaching down between them to tug the plug out of George’s body. Between one breath and the next, Lee replaces it with his cock, sinking in with one quick, smooth thrust. George’s face does something spectacular and Lee rolls his hips, fucking him slow but hard, pulling nearly all the way out and slamming back in.

“You fucking love this, don’t you?” Lee pants out, reaching up to grab the side of George’s face and thumbing roughly at his mouth. “Knowing that there’s nothing you can do but lie there and take it like a good little whore.”

[gallowseyes]

"I fucking love this," says George, without hesitation, his mouth opening at the rub of Lee's thumb against his lips. "It's perfect. I don't want anything but to be the perfect fucking whore for you." He's not lying, not even exaggerating. It's all he wants.

[atehimrightup]

Lee grins at that, because they’ve done this enough now that Lee can separate what he says in bed from how he actually feels about George. He’s so much more than a whore, and they both know that.

But right now, that’s all he needs to be.

“You’re so fucking perfect, baby,” Lee gasps out, lightly slapping George’s cheek and then grabbing his chin roughly, thumb pressed to his obscene lips. “Made to be used by me. Made to be loved by me.”

Lee shudders and slams his hips forward, fumbling for the razor blade. He slices his own finger a little while grabbing it, but barely notices. He keeps his hips still, cock buried deep, and takes a breath as carefully makes another small cut at the juncture of George’s neck and shoulder, right at the spot where he so loves to suck marks into his skin.

“You give me everything I need,” he breathes out, eyes so dark that they’re almost black as he leans in to cover the wound with his mouth, whimpering and twitching as he laps up the blood and swallows it down.

He sets the razor aside again and presses his hand to George’s jaw, leaving sticky red fingerprints along his skin as he starts to roll his hips again, more shallowly this time as he focuses on swallowing down every precious drop, moaning helplessly and trembling all over.

[gallowseyes]

Lee makes another cut, sucking and licking, and George can feel teh way that he's trembling, his whole body, everywhere they're pressed together. He rolls his hips, fucking himself on Lee's cock, his fingers flexing, helpless with how he's bound. He loves it. He doesn't want anything else thant o be here, to be fucked like this, to be loved.

[atehimrightup]

Swallowing George’s blood while fucking into his body feels like something of a religious experience. Lee’s never been into religion but he thinks maybe he could start one. He’d worship at this man’s altar for the rest of time.

“Mine,” Lee growls out, biting at George’s neck and sucking a mark under his jaw. The blood has made the animal in him come alive, fingernails raking down George’s sides while kissing him with blood on his mouth, biting at his lip and sucking on his tongue.

“You’re all mine and I’m gonna use you up. Gonna fuck you until you cry and then I’m gonna keep going,” Lee gasps out, pressing his hands into the bed on either side of George’s head and staring down at him as he fucks him hard, hair spilling into his face. “And you’ll take it all.”

[gallowseyes]

"I'll take it," says George, nodding, almost feverish, rocking his hips, his heels digging into the bed. With the spreader bar and his hands tied over his head, he can barely move, just has to take the rock of Lee's body on top of him, the thrust of his cock inside him. He's smeared with his own blood, Lee's spit. His leaking cock paints a slick streak on his belly. It's perfect. "I'll take all of it."

[atehimrightup]

“Not much else you can do,” Lee says with a rough chuckle, because he knows how much George likes it when all he can do is lie back and take it. He likes having his choices taken away, likes being degraded, and Lee can do all that even without the collar.

He’ll do all that, and take care of him after.

“No one fucks you like I do, do they?” Lee pants out, reaching between them to grab firmly at George’s cock while slamming his hips forward, making sure that his cock strikes George’s prostate again and again. He’s had a lot of lovers, and Lee knows it’s pointless to be jealous of the past.

They had him then, but it’s Lee who has him now.

“If I had my way, I’d leave that plug in you all the time,” he pants out, biting hard at the side of George’s neck and fucking him so hard that his hips shift up the bed a little each time. “Keep your little hole wet and open so I can bend you over and use you whenever I want. Fill you with my come and keep it there.”