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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]

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."

[atehimrightup]

Lee can’t help the noise that comes out of him after that, something between a sob and a laugh, because this is absurd. The most beautiful man he’s ever seen is tied to his bed and staring up at Lee like he hung the moon and it feels like he’s dreaming.

“Mine didn’t start until I found you,” Lee replies breathlessly, cupping George’s cheek and then kissing him hard, whimpering as his thrusts start to get a little erratic. He can’t help himself, not with how good this all feels. “Fuck, George. Say it again,” he pants against his mouth, biting at his bottom lip. “Please?”

[gallowseyes]

He can taste his own blood in Lee's mouth and, just like last time, he didn't expect to like that as much as he does. He loves the bindings, too, though he wishes he could push his fingers into Lee's hair.

"I love you," he says. "I will forever love you."

[atehimrightup]

Here, in this moment, it’s easy to believe that it’s true, that nothing could ever sully George’s love for him. Lee lets himself believe that, and he comes with a strangled cry, burying his face in George’s neck and biting hard as his hips jerk, cock pulsing where it’s held deep inside George’s body.

His hips rock almost mindlessly as his orgasm crashes over him in a wave that makes him feel a little like he’s drowning, and he palms the side of George’s face and licks at the bite mark, licks at the cut still bleeding sluggishly just below it, and thinks about he’s never been so happy in his life.

“I can’t believe I found you,” he pants out, pressing his forehead to George’s and kissing him hard on the mouth, and then his cheek, his nose and his brow, everywhere his lips can reach. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

[gallowseyes]

Lee comes inside him, and he's lost count of how many times its happened, but God, he never gets tired of it. He whimpers, his back arching, his fingers flexing, as Lee kisses everywhere he can get to. "I am. Always." He turns his head, nuzzling into Lee's hair. "I love you."

[atehimrightup]

George says it again and Lee whimpers helplessly, unable to even be embarrassed by the effect the words have on him. It feels like a physical touch, like a warm caress along the deepest, darkest parts of him. It makes him feel as if he’s being cracked open.

“I need you to touch me,” Lee pants out, keeping his cock buried inside of George as he reaches up to untie just one of his hands. He rubs his thumbs along the marks on his wrist, kissing his palm and biting the meat of it before resting his cheek there and closing his eyes, one hand still curled firmly around George’s wrist as if someone might try to take him away.

He stays there for a moment, eyes closed as he breathes in deep and does his best to commit this to memory. He never wants to forget how he feels right now, and he knows that he won’t.

Eventually, his eyes flutter open and they’re glossy as he stares at George, pink cheeked and happy. “This is most alive I’ve ever felt.” He swallows hard, mouth working for a moment. “For so long I felt like I was fighting so hard only to exist and nothing else. But you— you make me feel like I’m really living. And like it’s easy.”

He touches George’s face with utter reverence, fingertips worshipful as they trace the sharp line of his cheekbone. “Loving you is the easiest thing, George. It makes me glad I’m alive.”

[gallowseyes]

His hand cupping the side of Lee's face, he strokes his thumb along Lee's cheekbone, and he can't help but smile as he listens. Lee is still inside him, and the cuts are still bleeding, if barely, and he's still mostly tied down but it might just be the most romantic moment of his life.

"Good," he says. "That's all I want."

[atehimrightup]

Being vulnerable used to be so terrifying. It still is, but it’s easier with George. He can show facets of himself to George that he wouldn’t dare let anyone catch a glimpse of. He can expose his soft underbelly and not worry about George using that trust against him.

He’s never had that before. Not once in his life.

“That’s all, huh?” Lee says with a besotted grin, sweeping George’s messy hair off of his forehead. It’s longer than it’s ever been since they’ve known each other, and Lee likes it very much. He laughs and rolls his hips playfully, surging forward to give George a kiss on the mouth.

The blood has made him feel invigorated, like a good cup of coffee on a sleepy morning. His eyes are bright, cheeks pink, and he deepens the kiss with a soft groan, pressing their foreheads together. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

[gallowseyes]

"That's all," says George, like its the simplest thing in the world. Sometimes, it feels like it is. He leans up, pressing into the kiss as much as he can, still tied down by one wrist, his ankles still strapped to the spreader. "I should hope not." He tilts his head, smiling. "And what will you do with me now? More of the same?"

[atehimrightup]

“Hm, that’s a very good question,” Lee murmurs with a teasing grin, eyes bright as he props himself up on one hand and looks down at George, sweeping his hair back and cupping the side of his face. “The possibilities are endless.”

He curls his hand loosely around George’s throat and tilts his head back with a thumb under his chin, pressing a line of slow, wet kisses down the center of his neck, licking sweat from the hollow of his throat.

“I sort of want to leave marks all over your body,” Lee says in a low, sensual voice, biting softly at George’s chest and sucking at the bit of skin between his teeth. “So whenever you look at them, you’re reminded how much I love you. How much I fucking worship you, baby.”

[gallowseyes]

George is so content to be moved however Lee wants, and he tips his head back, shifting as Lee kisses and sucks down his throat.

"Do it," he says. "I'd love that."

[atehimrightup]

“You love to be mine or you love being worshipped?” Lee teases fondly, chuckling as he bites and sucks another small bruise just above one of his nipples, pausing to suck the right bud into his mouth and worry at the jewelry with his tongue. He does the same to the other nipple, then sighs as he eases his cock out of George so he can move down further, eagerly licking George’s come from his belly.

His tongue dips into George’s navel and then he bites at the softer flesh just below it, nuzzling down into the soft curls at the base of George’s cock. He smells so good that Lee feels a like lightheaded, and he licks at the head of George’s cock, suckling at it before moving back enough to put his hand on George’s ankle where it’s trapped in the spreader bar.

“I’m gonna turn you over, okay?” With one only one hand tied, it’s easy to ease George over onto his belly, bending his knees so that they’re tucked underneath him with his ass sticking up. “God, look at you. You’re so fucking gorgeous, all of you.”