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For perhaps the first time in his life, Lee is looking forward to Christmas.

It was never really anything he paid much attention to before. If anything, all the garish decorations and twinkling lights annoyed him. Or maybe he told himself that's what it was, because seeing all the happy families and loving couples pressed in on some bruised part of his heart that ached with the desire to know what it felt like to be loved like that.

And now, by some miracle, he is.

This is the second Christmas that he's known George, but the first one doesn't really count. That was back when they were still pretending that their whole arrangement was casual, and fuckbuddies didn't really spend the holidays together. This year is different. Lee finds himself delighted to explain all the strange rituals of a modern Christmas to George, who seems fascinated and perturbed in equal measure.

They decorated a tree that Lee had determinedly gone out and chopped down, wanting to have the whole experience. The thing is kind of a mess of tinsel and twinkling lights, limbs weighed down with baubles he found at the thrift store. but it's also the best looking Christmas tree he's ever seen. Because it's theirs.

Now it's Christmas Eve and Lee has made a hearty roast for dinner, and a large batch of heavily spiked eggnog. They're curled up together on the sofa with an old Christmas movie playing on TV. George is a little tipsy, just enough for him to be loose-limbed and pink-cheeked, and Lee smiles as he presses a kiss to the crown of his head.

"So, are you ready for Santa to come down your chimney?" Lee teases, smiling at his own joke and pressing another kiss to George's hairline, one hand coming up to gently cradle his chin. “Don’t fall asleep on me just yet, sweetheart.”

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Lee flinches slightly at the immediate reply, then furrows his brow a little at the question. George doesn't want to do this. He would, if Lee kept pressing, but he doesn't want to. And that means Lee doesn't want it either. Not like that.

"Teeth are teeth. But it's okay. Never mind," he says thickly, swallowing hard and shaking his head a little, cheeks ruddy as he tries to wrap his arms around George's shoulders and rock up against him, trying to distract him because he wants so badly not to ruin this night. "Forget I said it. Just kiss me, okay? I just want you to kiss me."

He does kiss him, immediately, because how could he deny him? He pulls back, then, looking down at Lee's face for a long moment, something soft and deeply, deeply loving in dark eyes. "You're right, though," he says. "James' teeth left a scar on my arm, well enough." He shifts, tracing his thumb over the scar on Lee's chest. "Right there?"

George's mouth finds his instantly and Lee thinks that will be the end of it, that they'll fall back into rhythm, but then George pulls back and looks at him so intensely that Lee squirms a little under his burning gaze. It's almost too much to look at, but it does convey one point quite clearly. Lee hasn't ruined anything, not if the look in George's eyes is anything to go by.

"Yeah, I know," Lee breathes out glumly, nose wrinkling at the mention of the scar on George's wrist. His lip curls and he lets out a little sound between a huff and a growl, lower lip jutting out in a pout. Lee does not resent James as a whole. He knows that he was important to George, and Lee respects his place in George's heart. But George did not ask to be bitten. It was something James took from him, hurting him and marking him permanently, and Lee doesn't like that at all.

He's distracted from his glowering when George touches the scar over his heart, wide-eyed and shivering with something like hope. He nods and tries to speak, but the words get caught in his throat at first. "Yeah. Just-- as hard as you can." His lashes flutter and he rolls his hips, breath hitching as he clenches down around George's cock while tenderly cradling his cheek. "Until you taste me."

George is aware of Lee's feelings about the scar on his arm, and the fact that they were left there by teeth only makes them worse. The look on Lee's face is such an open, vulnerable thing and, right then, he knows that he'd give anything that Lee asked for. He'd move the world to make it happen. He's moved the world before, for love or something like it.

He starts to move inside Lee again, leaning down to press a kiss over the scar on Lee's chest before he tests the skin with the edges of his teeth.

The stretch of George's girth inside of him isn't something he could forget about, but it still feels a little like a shock to the system when George starts to fuck him again. Nothing that Lee has ever experienced comes close to the mind melting euphoria that is George deep inside of him, taking up so much space that it presses the air right out of his lungs.

He moans and arches his back, dipping one hand down between them to press his palm low on his belly like he could feel George there from the outside. It feels a little like he's being consumed, but in a good way. When they're like this, Lee has never felt more whole.

A soft sound spills out of him when George presses his mouth to the scar. It's a badge over his heart that he never asked for, reminding him of his greatest shame and deepest betrayal. The worst thing ever done to him and the worst thing he's ever done all at once.

But George breathes out against that gnarled scar tissue and Lee whimpers, sliding his hands into George's hair and arching up against his mouth in a silent plea to be reclaimed.

He can feel how much Lee wants this, in the arch of his back and the fingers in his hair. George nods, just barely, and then he bites the skin under his mouth. He's bitten Lee hard enough to bruise before but never hard enough to bleed, so he's tentative at first, testing how much pressure it will take.

His hips don't stop moving, his cock thrusting up into Lee's body over and over again.

George’s teeth dig into his skin and it hurts. Of course it hurts, but that’s part of it. He hesitates with his teeth dug into Lee’s skin, hesitant only because he loves Lee so much and doesn’t want to hurt him. Tears pool in his eyes and he pulls George in with a hand at the back of his head, fingers pulling at his hair.

George takes the hint and bites harder, breaking through skin and making Lee keen. Once he’s deep enough, Lee grabs his head in both hands to stop him, palms against his temples before sliding to the back of his skull to hold him there, eyes wide as he blinks dazedly at the ceiling.

It hurts and feels so good at the same time and Lee cries out in ecstasy, shoving his hips up to meet each of George’s deep thrusts. He feels like an animal, but in the best possible way, heart beating wildly as they rut together, cock leaking a mess between their bellies.

“George,” he sobs out, dropping one hand to grab at George’s ass and pull him in impossibly closer. “I love you, I love you. Fuck, I love you so much.”

There blood on Lee's skin, blood on his mouth and, when he finally manages to lift his head, all he can do is surge foward and kiss Lee as they fuck, smearing blood on both of their faces. Lee's blood is on his chest, too, a hot smear, and he can feel Lee's cock pressed against his chest, and he feels entirely wild, entirely undone. Christ, he's never felt like this in his life.

"I can't, Lee," he says, his hips snapping. He wants it to last longer, but he doesn't think he can.

Lee's chest throbs where it's been bitten, pulsing in time with the thud of his heart, and Lee feels like parts of him are being rewritten, like cracks inside of him are being plastered over. He isn't something that can be fixed, but it feels like he's being patched up little by little. Every single day spent with George makes him feel more whole.

They kiss and it's hungry, even primal. Lee sucks the blood from George's tongue, licks it from his lips and teeth, and growls his approval when George starts fucking him harder, like he just can't hold himself back. It's exactly what he wants.

"It's okay," Lee rasps out, breaths staccato from the force of George's thrusts. He grabs George's face, smears blood across his cheek and nips at his bottom lip hard enough for Lee to get the tiniest taste of their blood mixed together, and it makes him whimper and suck at his lip as his hand drops to curl around his own wet, red cock. "I want you to. Leave your mark on me inside and out, baby. Come on."

George groans, ragged and desperate, against Lee's lips and then he pushes up onto his hands so that he can get a little bit more leverage to thrust into Lee's body. It doesn't take long, another thrust or two -- they blur together -- and then he's coming so hard his vision whites out, his ear full of a rush of a white noise.

Lee lies back and watches George with open reverence, tipping his hips up and nodding invitingly. He’s so beautiful as he comes, always, but this time Lee’s blood is smeared across his face, streaked down over his neck and chest, and it’s a wonder that he doesn’t come right on the spot.

No, he holds off long enough to watch George’s face twist in pleasure as his cock pulses deep inside of him, making him sticky and wet. George looks dazed with it and Lee takes the opportunity to flip their positions, rolling George onto his back and settling astride his lap, tossing his head back with a groan as George’s cock settles impossibly deep inside of him.

He lifts his head and gives George a lazy grin as he fists his own cock, stroking in time with the slow rolls of his hips.

“I wasn’t done with you,” he teases in a sultry voice, licking blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Held off for as long as I could, love," he says, utterly betwitched by the wild, beautiful thing that Lee is at moments like this. He settlels his hands on Lee's hips, stroking his thumbs against Lee's skin, eyes drifting between his face and his fist. "Use me as you will."

"I'll take it as a compliment," he says with a grin, rocking on George's cock. It's still mostly hard inside of him and Lee wonders if he could stay like this, work George back up and make him come all over again without him ever leaving Lee's body, adding to the sticky, intimate mess inside of him. He could make it happen, he's sure, but he doesn't know if he has the patience.

"Use you," Lee echoes breathlessly, eyes glazed over as he stares at George's mouth, kiss swollen and red with blood. He heaves a breath and then shuffles forward, pulling himself off of George's cock with a whimper. He shifts his knees until he's straddling George's broad shoulders, then leans over him and braces one hand on the headboard while the other curls around his cock, tapping the swollen, sticky head against George's plush mouth with a wicked smile that still manages to be completely, utterly besotted. "Be a good husband and open up for me, baby."

He's only just come and arousal still floods through him, at the sound of Lee's voice and the tap of Lee's cock against his lips. He opens his mouth without hesitation, sticking out his tongue to guide Lee's cock as he lifts his head slightly to take him into his mouth.

“Fuck, your mouth,” Lee moans out as he sinks into the hot, eager pull of those lips. George is so good at this that Lee almost feels bad for depriving the rest of the world of them. Almost, but not quite.

“It’s all mine,” he says as if he’s really just realizing it, eyes dark and awed as he rocks his hips, sinking into George’s mouth as deep as he dares at the awkward angle. George’s eyes shine, unshed tears clumping in his lashes as he stares up with Lee with such devotion in his eyes. And not only that, but such trust.

It’s something he’s never really known, never even knew how to articulate it, but this is what he’s always wanted. To trust, and to be trusted in return.

“I love you so fucking much. I’ll take care of you, keep you safe,” Lee babbles, too close to the edge to try and filter his thoughts. “Oh God, George. You’re everything.”

He comes on the last word and it turns into a strangled moan as he spurts onto George’s tongue, one hand twisted in George’s hair and the other clutching the headboard.

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