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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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[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.”

[gallowseyes]

Lee would never actually do it but the thought of it makes his head spin. Maybe they could do it, for a day. Just at home. Just the two of them.

He whimpers, already so close to coming.

"I can't...I..."

[atehimrightup]

“Mm, you like that, huh?” Lee chuckles roughly, leaning in to bite at George’s chin. “You just want to be my come slut? I’ll fill you up until you can fucking taste it, baby. Until you’re choking on it.”

George makes a beautiful, helpless sound and the way he tosses his head back makes another thin rivulet of blood leak out of the cut on his neck. Lee zeroes in on it and strokes George more firmly, fucks him harder.

“You can come if you want,” Lee says as he ducks his head to trace that line of blood with his tongue, moaning in George’s ear. “But I’m not gonna stop. I love it when you’re all teary eyed and oversensitive, sweetheart. You look so pretty like that.”

[gallowseyes]

It's so filthy that it actually makes George laugh, a brief, breathy sound that slips into another moan as Lee redoubles his efforts, fucking him harder. Lee tells him he can come, and it isn't instantaneous, but it isn't far off. He rolls his hips and comes, hard and messy, in the space between their bodies, Lee's mouth against his skin.

[atehimrightup]

That soft, rough laugh makes Lee grin, makes him feel like his heart is too big for his body. It takes everything he has not to come when George tightens around him, cock spitting between their bellies. He focuses on George instead of his own pleasure, stroking him through it and then scooping come up on two fingers and pressing them into George’s mouth while he’s still trying to catch his breath.

“God, I love you so much,” Lee breathes out, stunned that he can just say it now. He never wants to stop saying it. “You’re so good, baby. I love you.”

He slows his hips but doesn’t stop, rocking into George and staring down at him with wide opalite eyes, mouth parted and streaked with blood. “You are everything to me.”

[gallowseyes]

"I love you too," says George, lifting his head, straining a little, searching after a kiss as Lee keeps fucking him. He's said it a lot of times in his life, but he doesn't think he's ever really meant it until now. "I don't remember what my life was like before you."