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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]

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.”

[gallowseyes]

"Why not both?" says George, helping Lee as much as he can as he turns him over and positions him with his knees under him, cheek still pressed against the mattress, his cock mostly soft but still full between spread thighs.

He smiles at the praise.

"For you," he says.

[atehimrightup]

“For me,” Lee breathes out, sounded stunned. He kisses the base of George’s spine, and then the dimples that frame it, each touch reverent. “I’ll make sure you know how much you’re worshipped every single day.” He bites and one perfect, rounded cheek. “For as long as you’ll let me.”

He slides his hands over George’s ass and spreads him open with his thumbs, feeling the breath punch out of him at the sight of his come leaking from George’s puffy pink hole. Groaning, he leans in to drag his tongue over it, lapping at the rim as he squeezes George’s ass with both hands, burying his face between his cheeks.

[gallowseyes]

He's used to being spread open with Lee's fingers like this, but it feels different knowing that he can't close his legs, that he'd struggle to pull away, as if he would ever want to. He groans at the feel of Lee's tongue against him, his toes curling.

[atehimrightup]

Lee takes his time lapping up the mess he’s made between George’s legs. The chemical edge of the lube is a small price to pay for the taste of them together, and for the way George’s whole body seems to react to it. He presses his tongue in obscenely deep, letting out a muffled sound like a growl as he cups George’s balls and gives them a gentle tug.

“You’re so open for me,” he pants out when he finally makes himself pull away to breathe. Immediately, he replaces his tongue with three fingers, pressing them in deep and letting out a pleased groan and how easily they sink all the way in to the knuckle. “I know you’re a slut,” he says, achingly fond. “But your body fucking loves me, doesn’t it?”

[gallowseyes]

George groans when Lee pushes three fingers into him, fills him again. He squirms his hips, pushing back a little.

"It's never been like this with anyone else," he says, and means it. He's always enjoyed being fucked, but it's never felt quite like this with anyone else.

[atehimrightup]

“Mm, you were waiting for me,” Lee teases with a grin, biting at the back of George’s thigh as he works his fingers in and out at a firm, steady pace. “Everything else was just practice.”

He sits up and pulls out his fingers only he can push four back in, crooking them up as his other hand comes down on George’s ass in a firm slap.

“And now you’re right where you belong, aren’t you?” Lee smacks him again and then bites hard at the red spot it leaves behind, soothing the mark with a slow drag of his tongue. “Underneath me, being taken care of.”

[gallowseyes]

The combination of the press of Lee's fingers and the slap makes him grunt, an undignified, animal sound, and he feels his cheeks heat slightly as a result. He nods, his forehead pressed against the rumpled sheets.

"I'm exactly where I ought to be," he says. "There's nowhere else I want to be."

[atehimrightup]

“You’re not going anywhere,” Lee says and he pulls his fingers free and spreads him with his thumbs again, making a sound like a growl at how obscenely open he is. He spits onto his hole, into it, and has to resist the urge to shove his cock into it again and rut until he comes like an animal.

He breathes out and reaches for the slim vibrator, turning it on low before sliding it easily into George, fucking him with it before curiously sliding two fingers in alongside the toy. “You gonna let me use you however I want, baby?”

[gallowseyes]

They both know he is, but he nods anyway, his cheek rubbing against the mattress.

"Use me however you want," he says, rocking his hips back. "I'll take it."

[atehimrightup]

“I know you will. You’re always so good for me,” Lee tells him in a low rumble of a voice, carefully adding a thirds finger in alongside the toy, eyes widening a little at the stretch of him. “So fucking good.”

He pulls his fingers free and grabs the lube, drizzling some directly onto George’s hole, and then more onto his cock. After one stroke to slick it, Lee shuffles forward a bit and lifts the end of the toy where it’s inside George, then positions the head of his cock just below it, nudging it against his wet hole.

“I saw your face when we fucked Alex together,” Lee breathes out, carefully pushing the head of his cock in alongside the toy, stretching him wide and letting out a shuddering breath. “Saw how bad you wanted to be stretched open like that, baby. And I always take care of you, don’t I?”

[gallowseyes]

George's eyes widen when he realises what's happening, what Lee's in the process of doing. It doesn't hurt, not exactly, and it doesn't even feel as big as the time Lee worked a while fist into him. Still, it's a lot to deal with, and his breath hitches.

"You do," he says, shifting his hips experimentally. "You always do."

[atehimrightup]

“That’s all I wanna do,” Lee breathes out. Forever, if you’ll let me. Please let me.

Lee puts one hand on the small of George’s back, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb and making encouraging noises as he slowly presses his cock in as deep as he can, eyes rolling back at the buzz of the toy alongside it. Not to mention how fucking tight George is. He’s always so tight, no matter how many times Lee fucks him. But this is unreal.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he murmurs, shifting his weight so that the base of the toy is wedged in next to his cock, slipping out and sinking back in with each slow roll of his hips, hands falling to George’s hips and squeezing at the meat there, dragging him back with each thrust. “You’re perfect.”

[gallowseyes]

It's hard to think past how full he feels, past the slow, steady thrust of Lee's cock and the toy inside him. He can't really move, between the spreader bar and one wrist still tied to the bed, but he reaches back with his unfastened hand and squeezes whatever part of Lee that he can reach.

"Not just me," he says.

[atehimrightup]

When Lee notices George reaching for him, he places his palm over the back of George’s hand and threads their fingers together, leaning over George’s back to pin their joined hands to the bed. He presses kisses to his shoulder while rocking his hips, and even with the toys it all feels so romantic, somehow.

But that’s them, isn’t it? Sex and love and trust are all so entwined.

“You’re biased,” Lee teases in a low voice, sucking and biting a bruise into the top of George’s shoulder where there’s a pale dusting of freckles from summer days spent together out in the sunshine. George looks so beautiful in the sunlight, like he’s glowing.

“Tell me how it feels,” he murmurs, panting against the nape of George’s neck, gripping hard at his hip. It’s a slow pace, with shallow nudges of his cock, and the buzz makes him breathless.

[gallowseyes]

"And you're not?" asks George, breathless and laughing, giddy and grounded by Lee's weight against him. "It feels ..full. But not in the same way as when it was your whole hand. He squirms his hips experimentally. "I don't think I've ever felt anything quite like it."

[atehimrightup]

“Of course not,” Lee replies with a giddy laugh of his own, dropping his forehead to the back of George’s neck when he swivels his hips. He grinds forward, thrusting shallowly as the base of the toy digs his skin.

“You know I love to hear that,” he says with a soft chuckle, sliding his free hand up George’s side, under his arm where it’s stretched over his head and back down again. “You want to keep going like this or do you want it to be just me?”

He bites at the back of George’s neck, more of a sharp nip than anything else. A promise, maybe. “Tell me what you want, baby. And I’ll give it to you.”

[gallowseyes]

George thinks about it and, for a handful of seconds, the only sound in the room is skin on skin, obscene and gorgeous.

"You," he says, finally, much as he loves being this full. "Just you. That's what I want."

[atehimrightup]

Lee would have been fine with either answer but he’s especially pleased with the one he gets. He smiles against George’s shoulder, kissing there as he draws his hips back. His cock and the toy both slip out of him and Lee turns the toy off and tosses it aside, taking a moment to appreciate just how open and wet George is before he presses his cock back inside of him.

He stares at the back of George’s neck, opening his mouth and closing it again as he rolls his hips. But then he thinks of George’s stern voice during their spat in the kitchen. He’s allowed to ask for things he wants.

He isn’t too much. Not for George. Not yet.

“Can I— is it okay if I do one more?” He asks breathlessly, sounding as timid as he ever does during sex, like it’s taking great effort to get the words out. He groans softly, sinking into the welcoming heat of George’s body and drawing a fingertip lightly across the nape of his neck. “Here?”

[gallowseyes]

Lee can't see his face, with the angle that they're at, but George smiles, bright and genuine, when Lee asks, halting as it is, so obviously nervous. He nods, dropping his head to bare the nape of his neck more. "Yes. Of course." He'd always say yes. He hopes Lee knows that.

[atehimrightup]

George lowers his head and Lee whines, hips jerking as he buries himself deep inside George and reaches for the blade again. He has to take a deep breath to steady his hands, then leans forward to slice through the taut fabric holding George’s wrist to the bed, too frantic to take the time to untie it.

He slides one hand under George’s chest and hefts him up until they’re both on their knees, and the new angle makes him sink impossibly deep into George’s body. Lee kisses the side if his neck reverently, then steadies himself and carefully makes a cut at the nape of his neck. It’s a little deeper than the others, and Lee whimpers again as blood starts to seep out of the wound.

After tossing the blade back onto the nightstand, Lee wraps his arms around George’s chest and holds on, one hand pressed firmly over his heart as he licks at the cut with a low, guttural moan. Flavor explodes across his tongue and Lee fixes his mouth there, sucking as he fucks George hard and fast, rutting up into him with a possessive growl.

[gallowseyes]

The position makes him feel a little vulnerable, unstable as he feels on his knees, but Lee's got a tight hold on him, and George trusts him so completely. He whimpers at the feeling of Lee's mouth on the nape of his neck, the small, sharp pain of him sucking on the open cut as he fucks him, hard enough to rock him forward on his knees, his cock bobbing.

"Jesus Christ," he mumbles. "Lee."

[atehimrightup]

Lee was so worried that this was just something that George had endured for him, but it’s not. Maybe it’s just a feedback loop of his own enjoyment, but the sound he makes when Lee sucks at the wound is so indecent. It sounds like he likes it, and Lee is so turned on that he could die.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” Lee says when he finally tears himself away, lips stained crimson as he takes in a ragged breath. He leaves kiss prints along George’s skin like lipstick smudges, biting at the side of his neck with a whine.

“You have no idea what you do to me. You don’t even know how fucking perfect you are,” Lee pants out, keeping one hand over George’s beating heart and wrapping the other around his cock, giving him something to fuck into. “George, fuck. I love you so much. I love everything about you.”

He thrusts up hard, letting out a sound like a sob and clutching George even tighter against him. “I was too scared to say it, but I felt it. I didn’t want to be too much for you. I’m always— I’m always too much.”

[gallowseyes]

George has been told that he's perfect often enough in his life, but he's not sure that he ever really believed it, until he heard Lee say it. He groans when Lee wraps his hand around his cock, gives him something to fuck into. "You're never too much for me."

He can't imagine ever getting enough.