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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]

“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.