morning light filtered through the window, casting a soft golden glow across the room. clay had woken up first, as he usually does, and had since been admiring the boy who laid still asleep next to him, practically glowing in the rays of light that wrapped around him.
george was on his side with his back to the window, the blankets bunched up around his waist and clay’s baggy white t-shirt slipping off his shoulder, exposing his collar bone. he had fallen asleep clutching clay’s hand, and hadn’t let go all night. when clay had woken up to see george’s small hands curled weakly around his own, he thought it was too cute for him to just move his hand away, even though his fingers were starting to cramp up and he was sweating and he had an itch on his back.
clay laid looking at him, looking at the short dark curls that fell loosely on his forehead, the freckles that spanned across his face, dotting his skin like stars, the barely there pout on his lips. clay would never get over how beautiful he was.
clay shifted, reluctantly pulling his hand away from george’s to reach around and pull the boy closer to him by the small of his back. george frowned, making a soft, tired noise, and patted the bed, grabbing for clay’s hand that was no longer there. clay watched, smiling, as george found the front of his t-shirt and balled up the fabric in his fist. clay moved his hand away from george’s back to cup his face with his hands, making soothing motions with his thumb across george’s cheek. george sighed softly at that, the tiniest hint of a smile creeping onto his face. he tilted his face a little, eyes still closed, leaning into clay’s touch, and slightly pursed his lips, silently asking for a kiss.
clay obliged, leaning forward and tilting george’s face up so their lips could meet. they both smiled into the kiss, savoring each others presence, relishing in each others gentle touches. they pulled apart slowly and george’s eyes fluttered open. his eyes were clouded with sleep, gazing up into clay’s with so much love.
‘good morning baby.’
clay’s voice was thick with sleep, deep and gravelly and laced with affection. george’s smile grows, and he nudges clay’s nose with his own.
‘hi.’
clay pushed george gently so that he was laying on his back, and repositioned himself so he was in between his legs, holding himself up with his hands on either side of george’s head. he leaned down, kissing george’s forehead.
‘you’re so pretty.’
george giggled below him, turning to hide his face in his hands.
‘you’re an idiot.’
clay laughed softly, pulling george’s hands away from his face and kissing him again. george sighed happily against his lips, bringing his hands up to hold clay’s face and wrapping his legs around his waist. clay’s hands started to wander, one sliding under george’s shirt, the other inching up his thigh.
george giggles again, pulling away from their kiss to gently pat clay’s face.
‘i’m too sleepy to do anything clay, it’s too early.’
clay smiled down at him, pausing his wandering hands.
‘i know, you don’t have to do anything. i just wanna love you.’
a soft pink blooms on george’s face, and he pulls clay down to bury his face in his shoulder shyly.
clay kisses the crook of his neck.
‘will you let me take care of you george?’
george nods into clay’s shoulder, relaxing enough for clay to sit up slightly, leaning back to plant a trail of kisses down his clothed chest. clay’s hands work their way under george’s shirt, coaxing him to sit up just enough to pull it over his head, leaving him in his underwear.
george shivers a little, and reaches a hand down to link his fingers with clay’s. clay gives his hand a squeeze, kissing his palm gently before letting go and leaning down down, dragging his lips ever so lightly down his chest. george sighs, content, as clay pulls his underwear down his legs and tosses them on the floor. george used to hate being so exposed, but after the countless times clay would spend hours just touching him, loving him, pouring his whole heart out for him; he's gotten a lot more comfortable.
clay slides down a little further, pulling george’s legs over his shoulders and gripping his thighs, turning his head to press a kiss to the inside of one of them, making george shiver and try to close his legs. clay holds them open, looking at george with a small smile as he lays down on his stomach to situate himself comfortably in between george’s legs.
he peppers kisses down his thigh, steadily making his way lower and lower. george sighs again, and reaches down to put his hand on top of clay’s.
when clay finally stops teasing, stops kissing george everywhere but where he knew it would feel the best, george melts in his arms, letting out soft breathy moans as clay laps over his hole with his tongue, and starts darting it in and out of him. clay pushes george’s thighs further apart, his face buried in between his legs.
he runs a soothing hand up and down his thigh as george’s legs start to shake, his moans coming out more and more desperate as clay works him open, making swirling motions with his tongue.
‘please, please more, clay,’
and how could clay deny him?
he pushes further inside of george, narrowing his tongue to reach deeper, gripping his boy’s shaking thighs harder. george is holding clay’s hand hard now, the other one clutching their sheets. his head was thrown back in pleasure and his back was arched, pushing himself further onto clay’s tongue.
clay really truly thought he was the most ethereal thing this universe had created.
he starts moving his tongue in and out of him faster, sucking and licking in all the right spots, wanting nothing more than for george to completely drown in pleasure.
george’s legs are really shaking now, and clay has to hold his legs firmly in place so that they don’t snap shut on his head. he can tell george is close, from the sweet little sounds falling from his lips, from the way he clings desperately to clay’s hand with his own, from the goosebumps rising on his skin.
when george arches his back, crying out clay’s name, impossibly close to orgasming, clay pulls away.
george sits up slightly, eyebrows furrowed, a confused look on his face.
‘i was so close, clay, why?’
clay sits back on his knees, looking at the boy below him apologetically and leaning down low enough to kiss george sweetly.
‘i know baby, i’m sorry, can i just make you feel good for a little longer? can you hang on a bit more for me?’
george nods, and clay smiles down at him, pulling his sweats down and leaning further over him.
he pushes into george slowly, and his heart swells up at the thought of how much george trusts him. how he’s so willing to let clay take charge, how he never doubts for a second that clay will take perfect care of him.
george’s legs tighten around clay’s waist, and he moves his hands to clay’s hair, desperate to hold him, to touch him, in whatever way possible. clay places a hand on george’s cheek, and rests his forehead on his as he began moving in and out of him more rhythmically.
he keeps a slow pace, just enjoying being connected with george, eager to make his partner feel as loved and appreciated as possible. and judging by the fulfilled look on george’s face, he was doing a pretty good job.
he starts thrusting just the slightest bit harder and deeper, each stroke pushing small whimpers out of the boy below him.
they were completely wrapped around each other, soaking up each other's love and letting themselves get completely lost in the other's presence. clay doesn’t think anything can bet that.
george is beautiful when he finishes, gasping and shaking and moaning clay’s name, hands fastened tightly in his hair and clay doesn’t know how he got so lucky. george is insanely pretty, panting softly against clay’s lips as he chases his own orgasm, kissing him deeply when he finally spills inside of him.
they lay like that for a few more moments, coming down together, before clay pulls out slowly, tugging his sweatpants back up. he moves to sit on the side of their bed, leaning over to press his lips against george’s before standing up.
he’s barely on his feet when george grabs the waistband of his pants, tugging him back to bed weakly.
‘where’re you going?’
his voice is soft and just slightly slurred, and he looks pleadingly up at clay, eyes wide, cheeks pink.
clay sits down again with a laugh, moving a hand to george’s head, running his fingers through his hair.
‘i’m gonna go grab a towel and some water, it’ll take me like two seconds, promise.’
george reluctantly releases his hold on clay’s pants, turning onto his side and nuzzling his face into his pillow as clay exits the room.
clay returns with a warm towel and a glass of water, to see george curled up in their sheets, seemingly asleep again. he sits down next to him, setting the water on their side table, and starts wiping the towel gently over his body, cleaning up the mess on his stomach and wiping away what he left behind in between george’s legs.
george’s eyes open slowly, and he makes a needy noise in the back of his throat, pulling clay down next to him by his shoulder. clay’s face softens, and he tosses the towel to the floor and laying back down next to george, wrapping his arms around him and kissing wherever he can reach.
they fall back asleep, george nestled against clay’s chest, clay whispering quiet loving words to the boy in his arms, both of them so, so full of love for each other.
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