happy birthday, george

[atehimrightup]

Lee has never put much stock into birthdays. His own never really mattered to him, because it never really mattered to anyone else. He would always try to get something for Kayla on her birthday, but that was about the extent of it.

All that is to say that Lee feels woefully prepared to plan a birthday for his-- whatever George is. Boyfriend? That feels so juvenile, like it isn't important enough.

He stresses about it more than he probably needs to, but he's never had the opportunity to celebrate something like this with someone he cares about. Which is already sort of a big deal, but George was the lover of a literal king and was undoubtedly showered with expensive gifts on a regular basis. Lee has no idea how to compete with that, even though he can hear George's voice in his head telling him that it isn't a competition. Which is good, because he'd probably lose.

The actual night isn't much of a problem. He comes up with a plan pretty easily, one that's simple but romantic, he thinks. It's the gift that's the problem. Because nothing in this whole goddamn city is good enough for George. Nothing that he can afford, anyway.

Just days before, he still hasn't found anything and he's getting sort of desperate. He distracts himself by going on a hunt because he really does need to eat, which sort of just makes him feel worse because of the guilt. But the guy is (was) a verified scumbag and women walking alone at night will be safer without him around, so he doesn't feel too bad.

In the guy's pocket is a receipt for a pawn shop that Lee has never heard of, so he goes to check it out the next day. It's in a terrible part of town and there isn't really even a sign. Inside it's dusty and unorganized and Lee just assumes it's some sort of front for something else. Still, he decides to look around while some guy comes out from the back and eyes him with wary suspicion, like he's surprised to see someone in the shop at all.

He finds a dusty jewelry display case and heads toward it hopefully, crouching down in front of it. Inside are mostly gold chains and tennis bracelets, all generic shit that wouldn't suit George at all, and he's about to give up when he spots a blue velvet box tucked back into a corner, half-hidden under a gaudy necklace. It looks like earrings and Lee rises to his feet and coolly asks to take a look at them, not wanting to show any excitement and inadvertently drive the price up. He knows how these places operate.

The guy takes them out of the case and Lee picks them up, doing his best to keep a placid expression even though he's pretty sure he just found what he's looking for. The box looks well-preserved but very old, as do the earrings themselves. He has no idea if the stones are real, but they look like it. There's a small piece of yellowed paper tucked inside, and when Lee discreetly unfolds it he finds elegant cursive scrawl and, most importantly, it's dated 1827. That confirms that they’re old, probably very old, and this guy doesn’t seem to really realize what he has. They're perfect.

Lee is prepared to use every trick in his arsenal to haggle a deal, but it's not even that hard. The guy seems wholly uninterested in this alleged business, and Lee is annoying and persistent, so he ends up getting them for a price that, while painful, won't leave him destitute. When he leaves the shop, earrings tucked carefully into his pocket, he feels lighter than he has in days.

George's birthday comes and they sleep in, then fuck a few times and sleep some more. Lee makes them a late lunch and then tells George that he needs to go run a few errands before they go to dinner, but there's an obvious twinkle in his eye. He leaves George's apartment and goes to his own where he's left all the supplies, and then goes and sets everything up before heading back toward George's building, texting him and telling him to come downstairs, even as he parks and gets out to go meet him by the elevators in the lobby.

He's nervous, but he thinks that this might actually go well. He might actually pull it off.

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[atehimrightup]

Lee’s breath catches at that first touch of his lips, and he feels oddly nervous for reasons he can’t exactly articulate. He had made it very clear that he doesn’t expect George to push himself, so if he bites Lee it’s because he wants to.

And him wanting to? Well, that does things to Lee.

Still, he doesn’t rush. He doesn’t feel impatient. Instead he just hums and relaxes under the stars, loose limbed and well fucked, letting this absurdly beautiful man lavish him with attention.

[gallowseyes]

He hadn't been lying when he'd said that he enjoyed the sensation of biting Lee, combined with the way Lee always reacts. He thinks often (usually with his cock in his hand) about that night when he'd made Lee tell him where to bite him next.

At first, he just nips at the flesh under his mouth, in between sucking kisses, experimentally biting harder each time.

[atehimrightup]

The first bites don’t hurt at all, but the blunt pressure of George’s teeth against his skin when he’s still buzzy from his orgasm makes Lee breathe out raggedly, cursing softly under his breath. He used to be so quiet during sex, focused and almost stoic. But such as the case with so many things, it’s different with George.

He’s different with George.

Lee isn’t expecting George to keep on biting him, a little harder each time like he’s testing out the pressure, and it makes Lee feel a little like he’s going insane. The bites start to sting, and then there’s one that hurts just right, sending a jolt of sensation through him. He assumes it must be a lot like what George feels when Lee spanks him. It hurts, but it’s good.

He lets out a moan, lifting his fist and pounding down against the ground as he presses his face into the pillow, tilting his ass up shamelessly.

[gallowseyes]

That's a reaction that he definitely likes. Instead of biting as hard as he thinks he wants to, he moves his mouth to the other cheek, starting the process all over again. They've both come minutes ago. They're in no rush, he figures.

[atehimrightup]

“Oh my god,” Lee breathes out once it becomes clear what George is doing, starting up all over again. Each bite is like a jolt of electricity in his veins and it’s not long before he’s hard all over again. He’s always had a good refractory period but with George it’s seemingly nonexistent. They’ve both already come so many times today, but it never seems like enough.

Lee loves the days where they absolutely wear each other out, obviously. But he has a special fondness for the days after, where they curl up together in a lazy, sleepy pile to recharge.

George bites at him a little more firmly and Lee whimpers, rocking his hips subtly down against the blankets without even realizing it, practically humping the ground.

[gallowseyes]

He feels the shift of Lee's hips and smirks against his skin. He doesn't say anything, but he does keep up the nips and bites, varying the pressure, sucking up marks on the pale skin of Lee's ass and thighs, too.

[atehimrightup]

It goes on and on. George’s plush, clever mouth seems intent on covering every inch of him, and all Lee can do is lie there and endure. It’s agony. It’s incredible.

George sucks at a sensitive spot inside the back of his thigh, and then bites over the burgeoning bruise. Lee yelps and slaps his hands down onto the blankets over his head, biting at the pillow under his mouth.

[gallowseyes]

This is how he likes it best with Lee, when he's squirming and desperate, when he can't stay still. George can't see his face, but he can only imagine that it's burning.

"Tell me where you want me to bite you," he says. "I'll make it hard enough it hurt."

[atehimrightup]

Lee whimpers at the sound of George’s voice after what feels like so long, heaving a shuddering breath as he tries to find his own. He has to swallow hard as he thinks about the question, unsure of how to answer with anything that isn’t everywhere.

He reaches back and touches a spot just under the curve of one cheek, above the crease where his ass meets his thigh. “Here.”

[gallowseyes]

George kisses the spot first, and then he bites, gently at first and then harder, enjoying the way Lee's skin yields under his teeth. He doesn't bite hard enough to break the skin but he thinks that, maybe, he could.

[atehimrightup]

Lee braces himself, but George bites him softer than he’s expecting. He relaxes, and then George bites him for real and Lee practically howls into the pillow, hips jerking as he slams his hand down onto the ground.

It hurts, but it goes straight to his cock in a way that he can’t explain. But that’s the thing. He doesn’t have to. George may not share the exact same triggers, but he gets it. At least to a certain extent.

“Baby,” he whines out, opening his mouth to continue but then biting down on his bottom lip to stop himself. He’s not going to ask George to bite him harder, even though he wants it. Even though he can practically picture his blood on George’s teeth, and it makes him almost sick with desire and shame, both feelings warring within him. He groans and grab at the back of his own head, fingers twisting in his hair and pulling. “Fuck, thank you.”

[gallowseyes]

He lifts his head in time to see Lee pulls at his own hair and, God, it's exactly what he wanted to see. He pushes the pad of his thumb against the marks that his teeth left on Lee's arse.

"Again."

[atehimrightup]

George presses in against the tender spot and Lee whines, breathing hard and rocking his hips down against the blankets, where is cock is trapped against his hip. He knows there will be a wet spot when he moves.

Again, George says, as if Lee isn’t already dizzy. He lets out a groan and hesitates for a moment, unsure if he has to stay in the area of his ass, or if George is giving him free rein.

He puts his hand on the back of his neck, dragging his curls up out of the way to offer up the delicate nape of it, embarrassed by the plea in his voice. “Please.”

[gallowseyes]

God, he loves that give in Lee's voice. He shifts, leaning down to press his chest against Lee's bare back, mouthing at the nape of his neck before he nips, and then he bites, as hard as he dares. His cock twitches.

[atehimrightup]

George crawls over him, covers Lee’s thinner body with his own, and he lets out a whimper as some primal, animal part of him is immensely satisfied. And that’s even before George’s mouth touches him.

Lee holds his breath, heart pounding, and then George bites him hard enough that he howls, squirming uselessly even though he absolutely does not want to get away. It feels like being claimed, like being owned, and Lee scrambles at the blankets as he presses his knees into the ground and rocks his ass up against George’s hips, grinding shamelessly against his cock.

[gallowseyes]

He presses his weight down against Lee, keeping him pinned to the ground while he mouths at the mark he's just left on the back of his neck. He likes this way more than he thought he ever would. It makes him feel weirdly powerful.

"Once more," he says.

[atehimrightup]

George pins him down, flattening him against the ground, and Lee groans at how much he likes it. He doesn’t feel trapped. He feels safe, like he’s exactly where he belongs. He groans and breathes out, feeling strangely calm for a moment, like all the noise in his head has fallen away.

Another, George says, and Lee swallows hard and blinks wetness out of his eyes. He feels dazed, flushed from head to toe, and he turns his head to the side and tilts his chin up, offering the juncture of his neck and shoulder.

“I wanna see it when I look in the mirror,” he all but slurs out, feeling a little like he wouldn’t be able to walk a straight line. “Please, baby. My Lord, light of my fucking life.”

[gallowseyes]

"Oh, God, the things you say," murmurs George, shifting so that he can kiss along the curve of Lee's shoulder and the side of his neck. He sucks, nipping with the edges of his teeth, and then he bites, properly bites, just as hard as he thinks Lee wants. Maybe not quite, but close.

[atehimrightup]

Lee closes his eyes and tips his head back, not just exposing his neck but offering it up in a way that is so unlike him. But George lets him shrug off the heavy armor. He lets him just be.

This time, George bites him harder than he expects. It’s enough to break through skin, at least a little, and Lee cries out at the pain and pleasure of it. That pain turns into electricity, buzzing under his skin, and his cock lurches as Lee all but sobs. He doesn’t come, but it’s a close, close thing.

[gallowseyes]

He tastes, he thinks, blood on the tip of his fingers and he kisses the skin that he just bit, his body still draped over Lee's.

"Enough? More?"

[atehimrightup]

When George’s lips brush over the bite it’s tender enough to make Lee shiver, and he’s struck with a sudden realization. It takes his breath away and he goes still for a moment.

Going forward, whenever Lee thinks about what it feels like to be bitten, he’ll think of this. He’ll think of this and nothing else. It’s like he can feel terrible memories being overwritten, and he’s so relieved that he lets out a sob.

He’s never felt more grateful to anyone in his life than he does to George in that moment.

“Whatever you want,” Lee says honestly, turning his head to try and look at George’s face, wanting desperately to see him. “I just need you inside me. Whatever you do, please just do it while you’re inside me.”

[gallowseyes]

George is still for a moment, but then he nods. He pulls away, reaching for the lube, and sprawls on his back, one leg bent as he slicks his cock, his back arching at the way it feels.

"I want you to ride me," he says. "I want to watch."

[atehimrightup]

Lee whines as George pulls away, shivering as the cool night air hits his sweaty back. It takes him a moment to process what George has said, and he huffs out a breathless laugh.

“You’re asking a lot of my coordination,” he rasps out, pushing himself onto his hands and knees and turning until he can climb over and straddle George’s lap, knocking his hand away from his cock so Lee can grab it himself. “You want me to ride you like an animal, don’t you?”

[gallowseyes]

George grins at that, at the tone of Lee's voice and the way he grabs at his cock, both. He nods.

"I do. That's exactly what I want."

[atehimrightup]

“Well,” Lee says as he shifts forward to position George’s at his hole, nudging it inside and grinning down at George, flicking blue curls back from his face. “It is your birthday.”

He sinks down all at once, crying out and slapping a hand down onto George’s chest, fingertips digging into his skin. “Fuck, George.”