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[gallowseyes]

George has decided that he likes this time of year best of all. It's cold, but he dresses in warm layers, and there are decorations everywhere, bright lights and singing. In the time that he comes from, Christmas had been a more solemn affair -- good food, yes, but hours of church, too. This is more like Twelfth Night but for weeks and weeks. He's bought a few little gifts for Lee -- books and clothes and things that he thinks will make him smile -- though the biggest gift he has for him has not required any wrapping. They've bought a tree into the apartment, decorated with little shiny things and lights. He likes the lights best.

Today, he thinks, Lee looks tired, and he's been thinking about a promise that he made weeks ago. When Lee comes to sit next to him on the sofa, George lets him curl close and then he holds out the razorblade he's been loosely holding in his cupped fingers, presented without comment to see if Lee takes his meaning without being told.

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[gallowseyes]

"I love you too," he murmurs, his fingers still combing through Lee's hair. He stays awake until he feels Lee goes boneless in his arms and then he lets himself drift too, utterly content.

[atehimrightup]

Lee isn’t sure how much time has passed when he starts to stir. George is boneless underneath him, chest rising and falling evenly under Lee’s warm cheek. Judging by the light filtering into the room, blue gray and ethereal, it’s near dusk.

He takes a moment to just lie there and smile to himself, stunned and overjoyed that this is his life. It’s such an unfamiliar thing to have someone who wants to take care of him, who sees him and knows him and wants to give him what he needs. It feels like such a gift, one he doesn’t deserve, and he turns his head enough to press a soft kiss to George’s chest, just over his heart.

When Lee shifts enough to be able to sit up and look at George, he doesn’t move at all. George sleeps like the dead sometimes, face soft and slack in sleep, and it makes Lee smile. He’s such a light sleeper, like a cat always on alert.

It sort of only hits him as his gaze is traveling over George’s broad chest, and the small bandages on his neck, that it’s the first time he’s ever drank from George without sex being involved. It was simply an act of kindness, something given with forethought and not in the heat of the moment. It’s enough to make Lee fall in love all over again.

His gaze sweeps down George’s body, tugging the blanket away so he can see all of him. His cock is soft and pink between his legs, head hidden by his foreskin, and Lee feels his mouth water. There’s no reason they can’t have sex now.

Lee shifts down carefully, not wanting to wake George just yet. He leans over him, pressing kisses to his belly and his hips, nose nuzzling into the soft curls at the base of his cock. He smells so good that it nearly makes Lee feral, and he licks his lips before touching them to George’s cock, lightly grazing them back and forth and then dragging his tongue over it as it twitches, glancing up to make sure that George is still asleep.

[gallowseyes]

George isn't really awake, not yet, but he stirs at the drag of Lee's lips and tongue against his cock. He makes a soft sound, his hips shifting in his sleep, fingers curling against the pillow. His breath catches. His eyelashes flutter.

[atehimrightup]

Lee pauses until he’s sure George isn’t awake, waiting for him to settle again. It sends a bit of a thrill through him to see how much he can get away with before George wakes up, and he knows George won’t mind.

He touches the soft, crinkly skin of his balls, skates fingertips up and down his inner thighs, taking his time. He’s never been able to do that with anyone but George. There are so many things he never did until George.

His cock is starting to fill out, the first part of him to wake (which certainly isn’t unusual). Lee thumbs at his foreskin and leans down to lick at it, humming to himself as he opens his mouth wide and eases George’s cock inside. With it still mostly flaccid, Lee can fit all of it into his mouth and his lashes flutter with pleasure.

For a long few moments he stays just like that, curled over George and just holding his cock in his mouth, feeling it thicken in the warm cradle of his tongue.

[gallowseyes]

That's how he wakes up, with his cock hardening in the wet heat of Lee's mouth. He moans, soft at first and then louder as his brain reconnecfs and he realises what's actually happening. He lifts his head so that he can look down at Lee and then lets it fall back against the pillow, a grin spreading across his face.

"I've definitely woken up worse ways," he says.

[atehimrightup]

Lee can tell as soon as he wakes by the way his breath hitches, and he turns his head to glance up at his face, smirking as best he can with his mouth full. His curls spill over his face and he starts to move a little more purposefully, bobbing his head a few times as he curls his nimble fingers around the base.

Only once George is fully hard does he pull off to take a breath, feeling a string of saliva stretch between his bottom lip and George’s cock before it snaps. He smiles and licks his lips, dragging his tongue over the head.

“I couldn’t help myself,” Lee murmurs breathlessly, mouthing at the head and pressing the tip of his tongue into the slit. “You look so pretty when you sleep.”

[gallowseyes]

He leans up, brushing Lee's curls back from his forehead as he mouths and licks at George's hard cock. He shifts his hips carefully, more than happy to let George set the pace. "You always think I'm pretty."

[atehimrightup]

“You always are pretty,” Lee breathes out in response, humming happily as George’s fingers work through his hair. He smells so good like this, all warm and sleepy, spicy with slow burning arousal. Lee could drown in it.

After one more soft kiss to the head of his dick, tongue flicking out to tease the edges of his foreskin, Lee breathes in through his nose and then starts to blow him in earnest. He bond his head, sucking as his fist slides up to meet his mouth, drooling messily all over his fingers.

[gallowseyes]

They've been together long enough, done this often enough, that Lee knows exactly what he wants, what he likes. He loves when Lee is a little messy, a little sloppy. He groans, softly encouraging, and pushes the fingers of both hands into Lee's hair, tugging lightly. Not trying to guide his mouth. Just wanting him to feel it.

[atehimrightup]

George buries his hands in Lee’s hair and he moans encouragingly, eyelashes fluttering as he loses himself in the onslaught of sensation. There’s no rush to any of it, just languid indulgence, and Lee feels so full of love that he doesn’t know what to do with it all.

He just stares up at George and lets it shine in his eyes, cheeks hollowing with an obscene slurp as he slides one hand up George’s chest. He squeezes hard at the gentle curve of his pec, thumbing at his nipple.

[gallowseyes]

George moves one hand, covering the hand that Lee has on his chest and squeezing, the other still in Lee's hair, pulling a little harder because he knows Lee likes it. "That's it, love," he murmurs, his voice soft and warm in the dim light. "Like that."

[atehimrightup]

Lee’s eyes brighten at the praise, cheeks flushing even pinker as he lifts up nearly all the way off of George’s cock to nuzzle into his hand. He swallows around the head and sinks down again, taking him all the way into his throat with a choked sound. He stays there for as long as he can and then pulls off with a gasp, climbing eagerly up George’s body.

He pauses only long enough to leave a trail of quick, biting kisses up his stomach and chest and then kisses George eagerly, licking into his mouth.

“I wanna ride you,” he pants out, pressing their foreheads together. “Wanna take care of you.”

[gallowseyes]

His hips jerk when Lee swallows around his cock, when he pushes his mouth deeper and swallows him down. He knows that hasn't always been easy for Lee, and he loves that Lee's worked at it, just for him. When Lee kisses him, he tastes the echo of himself on his tongue.

"Do it," he says. "I want it. You look so fucking beautiful."

[atehimrightup]

Lee grins and cradles George's cheeks in his hands, pressing their foreheads together and closing his eyes. For a moment he just breathes in, relishing in the moment. It's like if he concentrates hard enough he can feel George's blood inside of him, pumping through his heart and making him feel so warm.

"You're biased," Lee murmurs, kissing him again and then leaning over to pump some lube onto his fingers, amused as always by the garish jug of lube that sits permanently on their nightstand. For some reason, it makes him feel so much like this is home, their home. It's their bedroom, and there's no need for propriety here.

He kisses George again as he reaches back to quickly prep himself, grunting against George's chin as he presses in one finger and then two. "Fuck, I want you so bad. I can already feel you inside me," he pants against George's mouth. "In my heart."

[gallowseyes]

He loves the noises that Lee makes as he gets himself ready, hungry and gutteral. He grins, both hands sliding along Lee's bare flanks.

"Come on," he urges. "You know you like it when it stings a tiny bit.'

[atehimrightup]

"Fuck," Lee breathes out with a soft laugh, grinning as he presses their foreheads together again, noses brushing. He lets out a soft whimper and then pulls his fingers free to slick the rest of the lube along the length of George's cock as he moves to position himself over it because, well, George isn't wrong.

He does like it when it hurts a little and it does now, making him let out a soft yelp as he starts to sink down onto George's cock. He does it slowly, inch by inch, panting against George's mouth as his body slowly starts to adjust.

"I like it when you kiss it better after," he teases, breath catching as he sinks down another inch.

[gallowseyes]

"I'm sure that that can be arranged," says George, his hands coming to rest on Lee's hips as he sinks down onto his cock. Not pushing him down, or urging him -- just steadying him, his mouth still almost against Lee's. "Tell me how it feels?"

[atehimrightup]

“Meh,” Lee jokes, but it comes out breathy and strangled and he chokes out a laugh against George’s mouth. He plants one hand onto the headboard and puts the other on George’s face, kissing him and whimpering.

“You’re so fucking big,” he breathes out, shivering and moaning as he takes a breath and does his best to bear down, taking him in a little deeper. “I always feel proud when I take your whole cock, baby. I always feel so fucking—“

He gets too impatient then and shoves himself down with a sound like a squeal, gasping at the sting and stretch, the sharp pressure of it all as he settles fully in George’s lap. “It feels like you’re taking up all the space inside me. Like I could taste you.”

[gallowseyes]

The mixture of sounds -- skin on skin, the way Lee yelps, the way his breath comes in a gasp -- it's all obscene and beautiful all at once. George cradles the side of Lee's face, smoothing one thumb against the corner of his mouth. "No rush, love. We've got all the time in the world."

[atehimrightup]

Lee shivers as George touches his face, and a wave of emotion seems to crash over him at what he says. George really does love him, all of him, and if they ever part, it won’t be by their own choice. This is it. This is what he wants the rest of his life to be like.

“I can’t believe you’re mine,” Lee breathes out, pressing their foreheads together and gasping as he slowly rolls his hips, finding George’s mouth with his own for another eager kiss. “I’m yours, George. You know that, right? I’m so fucking yours.”

[gallowseyes]

In this position, it's up to Lee, how they fuck, and George is totally happy to let him set the pace. One hand stays on the side of Lee's face, the other cradles the sharp jut of his hip, squeezing gently. "I know that," he says. "All mine. Forever."

[atehimrightup]

“Forever?” Lee echoes, feeling like all the air has been punched out of his lungs. It feels a little like he might cry, chest tightening as eyes stinging as he rolls his hips in a slow, almost languid pace, kissing George’s full lips as he does.

He had always thought it so strange whenever people talked about tears of joy. It wasn’t until George came into his life that he understood what it was like to be so overwhelmed with happiness that it wells up and has to spill over, but now he does.

“Keep talking,” Lee pleads, feeling a tear slip down his cheek and wet the corner of his mouth where it’s pressed to George’s face. “Please. You say such wonderful things.”

[gallowseyes]

"You're mine," says George, his voice low, thumb stroking at the tear on Lee's face with the pad of his thumb. His hand smoothes along Lee's thigh as they fuck. "Forever. For as long as I'm allowed. This is my home and you are my home, and I want for nothing. I have everything I need."

[atehimrightup]

Lee lets out a choked off gasp and stares down at George with obvious awe in his eyes, messy curls spilling into his face and bouncing with each roll of his hips. Sex has always been such a complicated, strange thing for him, but not anymore. With George, it feels like the simplest thing in the world. It feels so good with him, so much better than it ever has.

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted,” Lee pants out, whining softly and putting his hand over George’s face, holding it there and touching their foreheads together again. “You’re everything I was looking for.”

[gallowseyes]

Lee always looks so beautiful at moments like this, when he gives himself over to it completely, and let's himself come undone. George is aware of how much of a privilege it is, to see Lee like this. So much of this is a privilege.

"I love you," he says, a little breathless. "So much."