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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]

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.

[atehimrightup]

Lee lets out a choked noise at that, something between a laugh and a sob, and wishes on all the stars in the sky for that to be true, that George could really know him, all of him, and still want to stay. It feels like a fantasy.

He stares at the cut on George’s neck and imagines biting his own lip bloody and kissing it again, letting their blood mix together. Just the thought of it sends him into a near frenzy, but he wouldn’t do that. There’s something wrong with his blood, something dark and insidious in it, and he would never taint George in such a way, not even with a single drop.

It will just remain another part of his fantasy.

Lee licks at the cut again, groaning and thrusting up hard. He feels close but not quite there, and he bites at the top of George’s shoulder while sliding his hands down George’s arms, lifting them up.

“Put your hands on the headboard, baby,” he rasps out, curling one of his own hands possessively around George’s hip. “Brace yourself. I’m gonna fuck you hard, okay? I want you to still feel me tomorrow.”

[gallowseyes]

It takes a moment for George to do as he's told, but only because he's so turned on that it takes him a moment to process what Lee has said to him. He does move his hands, holding onto the top of the headboard. He nods. "Do it. I can take it."

[atehimrightup]

“I know you can,” Lee breathes out, adoration evident in his voice as George leans forward. He draws one hand down the center of George’s back, leaving smears of blood down his spine and red fingerprints on his hip where Lee grips him so tightly.

He takes a breath and holds onto George’s hips as he starts to fuck him how he really wants, how they both really want, so hard that the sound of their bodies meeting seems to echo around the room. Lee experiments with angles until he finds the one that makes George yelp and then stays there, pounding into him again and again. The blood has made him feel a bit wild, wide awake and clearheaded, and absolutely certain of what he wants.

“I want you to come just like this,” Lee tells him, biting out the words as he keeps up the animalistic, rutting pace. “You always come so hard when I don’t touch your cock, baby. It’s gorgeous.”

[gallowseyes]

The slap of skin on skin is obscene, and beautiful and George groans softly, his hips rocking back to meet the thrust of Lee's cock as he shifts, trying different angles until he finds the one that hits just right, his cock grazing over that particular spot over and over again.

He nods, his head hanging forward, his fingers curled tight around the bedframe.

"I'll try. I want to."

[atehimrightup]

“You can. You will,” Lee assures him in a low voice, one hand gripping hard at George’s hip while the other rakes down his side, leaving faint pink links over his ribs. “I don’t care how long it takes.”

His stamina has always been good, but it’s almost easy to keep his own orgasm at bay when he’s so focused on George. It feels secondary when they’re like this. George is the goal, and he’ll come once he meets it.

“Would it help if I told you how perfect you feel around me? How I’d do anything for you?” He’s breathless and rambling, fucking him hard enough that he pitches forward and presses his head between George’s shoulder blades, biting hard at the sweaty skin there. “That I’d fucking kill anyone who looked at you wrong?”

It feels like too much, but George said he wasn’t and, in this moment at least, Lee believes him.

[gallowseyes]

George makes a soft, strangled sound. It's a combination of the sensory input -- Lee's nails and his mouth and his cock -- and what he says. George nods, rocking his hips back smoothly, how cock bobbing obscenely.

"Yes," he says, nodding feverishly. "Yes, that helps."

[atehimrightup]

“I would. I wanna take care of you. I want to make you so fucking happy,” Lee pants out, and the tender words are a bit of a counterpoint to how hard he’s fucking George. He curls one hand around George’s throat and puts the other low on his stomach, pressing in like he might be able to feel himself there.

“Will you come for me, baby?” He asks in a low rasp against George’s ear, resisting the urge to reach for George’s cock. It’s red and wet, dripping onto the sheets, and Lee reaches down to pinch hard at the inside of George’s pale thigh, a mimic of a bite. “Please?”

He grins and thrusts in hard against George’s prostate his as he gives the sensitive spot under the head of his cock a little flick, just one teasing touch. “

[gallowseyes]

He knows all of that, has known it for a while, but that doesn't mean he doesn't like to hear it. Lee pinches his thigh, his nails sharp and George whimpers. It's the touch to his cock that does it, sends it bouncing, and he comes hard, hitting the headboard and the pillows. They'll have to change the sheets, but they can worry about that later.

"Fuck," he says, his head hanging between his shoulders. "Thank you. I love you."

[atehimrightup]

George tenses up in his arms and Lee holds onto him, wrapping him up tightly as he comes. It’s so fucking beautiful, the way he seizes up and whimpers, shaking apart in Lee’s arms and making such a mess, and Lee knows he would die for this man and he wouldn’t even hesitate.

Lee slows his thrusts and wraps his arms around George, twisting and turning their bodies, pulling them down until they’re on their sides. He spoons up behind George and sinks in again, slower this time.

“I love you,” Lee says against the back of his neck, licking at the drying blood there and then nuzzling his nose behind George’s ear as he rolls his hips with a soft whimper. “I love fucking you when you’re like this, all soft and pliant for me, letting me use you after you’ve come.”

[gallowseyes]

George loves it like this, when he's just come and he feels almost boneless, but Lee is still inside him, still fucking him, and all he has to do is lie there, his face half turned into the pillow, a soft moan spilling out him. He reaches back with one hand, squeezes Lee's hip.

"God, you feel good."

[atehimrightup]

“Not half as good as you,” Lee breathes out, propping himself up on one elbow and sliding his other hand up the center of George’s chest, seeking out the thud of his heart and pressing his palm there. He’s close, so close, and he whines as his thrusts start to get a little erratic, teeth finding the top of George’s shoulder.

“Tell me again,” he pleads, kissing the bolt of George’s jaw. His earring rests against the bridge of Lee’s nose. “Please.”

[gallowseyes]

Even wtihout looking at him, he knows that Lee's getting close -- he can feel it, in the stutter of his rhythm, the way he mouthes against his shoulder. He can hear the shiver in his voice. He nods.

"I love you," he says, and its the simplest thing in the world to say. It's the truest thought in his head.

[atehimrightup]

Even though George has been saying it all night, even though Lee just asked him to, the words still somehow take him by surprise. He gasps and slams his hips forward, holding onto George as he comes with a force that makes him dizzy, teeth finding the back of George’s neck like they belong there.

He keeps fucking into George, the sound of it more obscene now that his insides are painted with Lee’s come. He drags out his orgasm almost to the point of pain, then finally sinks in deep and stays there, gathering George into his arms and holding on tight.

[gallowseyes]

He never, ever gets bored of the feeling of it, the way he feels when Lee comes inside him. Finally, Lee goes still, arm wrapped tight around him, and George makes a soft, contented sound, reaching back with one hand to squeeze Lee's hip.

"Good?" he asks, even though he already knows the answer.

[atehimrightup]

“Mm, passable,” Lee teases once he’s caught his breath, nuzzling into George’s shoulder and giving it a soft, loving bite. His gaze drifts down the length of his body to see George’s ankles still bound in the spreader bar, held at an awkward angle where he’s half on his belly, and Lee chokes on a laugh. He was so into it that’d he’d forgotten.

“Shit, baby, I’m sorry,” he says, amused but sincere. He kisses George’s shoulder again and eases out of him, gently rolling him onto his back as he slides down to undo the straps and toss the bar aside, massaging George’s ankle and lifting one foot to press a kiss to the red mark left behind. “You were so good for me, sweetheart.”

The sheets are a mess, rust colored streaks staining the linen, but Lee doesn’t care. He’ll buy new sheets. He’ll give George whatever he wants, and the look on his face says as much as he turns the same attention to his other ankle, kissing the sharp knob of bone there. “Thank you for letting me have you like that.”

[gallowseyes]

He'd barely noticed how contorted he was but, when Lee unstraps him, he feels the pull in his muscles. He grins when Lee kisses his ankle, reaching out to tousle Lee's dark hair back from his face.

"Thank you for asking what you wanted," he says. "Feels like it was good for both of us."

[atehimrightup]

“You cheated in our argument, by the way,” Lee teases, rolling George onto his back and shifting up to straddle his waist, sitting on his hips and sweeping his hands over George’s broad chest. Both of their mouths are smeared with blood, Lee from drinking it and George’s from him being kissed so thoroughly after. It’s a stark reminder of all they’ve just done, but Lee doesn’t feel an ounce of shame.

He’ll let himself have this, if only right now.

“You distracted me with your love confession,” he says, keeping his tone light even as his cheeks flush nearly as crimson as the blood on his mouth. “I’m already so helpless when it comes to you.”

[gallowseyes]

"I didn't mean to use it against you, but I'm not sorry that I did," he says, trailing his fingers up the long muscles of Lee's upper arms and lost, for a moment, in how beautiful he looks. "I think that feeling's mutual, too. And I hope you know that, love."

The world feels different in his mouth, now.

[atehimrightup]

“Please use it against me whenever you like,” Lee says sincerely, staring down at George with wonder in his gaze. His expression softens even further at the pet name and Lee chuckles softly, blushing a little as he sweeps his hands over George’s smooth chest.

“The first time you called me that, I think my heart stopped a little,” he admits with a breathless chuckle, reaching up to tuck a few stray curls behind his ear. “I tried to write it off as you just being very British, but it drove me crazy.”

[gallowseyes]

"I've always liked the way it felt, even before I'd really figured out how I felt," he says. "And then I started saying it to you whenever you wanted me to say something in French, and I couldn't believe my luck, every time you didn't understand what I was saying." He trails his thumb along the sharp line of Lee's jaw.