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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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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.

George sucks Lee as well as he can with the angle of his head but, given the angle of his head, there's not much he can do, other than play the willing, and receptive, orifice. When Lee comes on his tongue, hand tight in his hair, he swallows smoothly, not even trying to get away.

Where else could he possibly want to be?

Lee watches as George swallows every drop like it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted, panting as the blood rushes between his ears, head empty of every thought that isn’t George.

Eventually he eases out of George’s mouth and shifts to lay on top of him, one hand on George’s cheek as he licks into his mouth, chasing the taste of himself on George’s tongue.

“You’re incredible,” he says with a breathless laugh, pressing their foreheads together and smiling helplessly. “I can’t believe I get to have you.”