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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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[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."

[atehimrightup]

"Fuck, George," he chokes out, squeezing his eyes shut and hiding his face in the curve of George's neck as his movements get a little more shallow and furtive, like he can't bear to pull any part of his body away from the one beneath him.

"I love you so much," he echoes, panting against George's ear. "So much I can feel it everywhere."

[gallowseyes]

They're pressed so close that he can feel Lee's cock sliding against his skin in the sweaty slick press between their bodies. He has one arm around Lee's waist, the other hand on the back of his neck, keeping him close.

"That's it," he murmurs, rocking his hips as much as he can. "You're perfect."

[atehimrightup]

"God." Lee whimpers at the praise and takes in a deep breath, shivering as he forces himself up enough to reach out and brace a hand on the headboard as he shoves himself back onto George's cock. He gasps, curls bouncing in time with his hips.

"Oh, fuck. You're everything. You're everything," he cries out, choking on the last word as his body seizes up with an orgasm he had no chance of holding at bay. He comes without a hand on his cock, painting George's chest with it before he falls into the mess, whimpering and trembling. "You're everywhere."

[gallowseyes]

Lee's come stripes across his skin, and George isn't far behind him, thrusting up into him until he comes so hard that he all but sees stars. When he's spent, he wraps both arms around Lee, holding him close, oblivious to the mess between them.

[atehimrightup]

George pulls him in close, dragging Lee in against him despite the mess on their skin. Lee loves the mess, wriggling happily and pressing his face into the curve of George's sweaty neck and breathing in deep. George always smells so good, but the two of them together, like this, is the best thing that Lee's ever smelled in his life. It smells like home.

"Fuck, I love you," Lee murmurs, nosing at the bandages on George's neck and pressing reverent kisses there. "So much."

[gallowseyes]

"I love you too," says George, smoothing his hand along the bare line of Lee's spine. He can't imagine being bored, ever, of saying it. Every time, it feels like the first time -- like something entirely novel and magical. He cups the back of Lee's head with one hand. `

[atehimrightup]

The words wash over Lee, settling over his trembling shoulders like a warm blanket. No one has ever said that to him before. Now George says it all the time, and it's all he's ever wanted.

They stay like that for a long time, with Lee pressing kisses to George's face and neck, and then he eventually pulls himself off of George's cock and flops onto his back onto the bed next to him, grinning up at the ceiling. A laugh bubbles up out of him just because he's so happy and it feels so strange sometimes.