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George snuggled into his blanket, tea steaming in front of him as he settled onto the couch. He clicked the remote to the next episode of Love Island, stretching his legs and sipping his tea as he prepared himself to be engrossed in the drama. George was always thankful for nights when he wasn’t working and Lando was out with Charles or Carlos, the house becoming his own luxurious den of self care without disruption. He reached down for his nail file when his peaceful evening was interrupted by a knock at the door.
George sighed heavily and paused the tv, throwing off his blanket and padding to the door to presumably let in Lando after he forgot his keys again. He swung the door open, ready to make a witty remark when his eyes met the man leaning on his doorframe.
Max’s hair was sweaty and messy, his icy eyes distant and sad. He reeked of liquor, his black t shirt clinging to his body as he slouched. George should have felt angry at the sight of his ex boyfriend arriving at his door a week after he had been dismissed for the hundredth time after their routine fights. Yet, he could only feel pity for the slumped and drunk man in front of him.
“Max?”
George looked him over, shrinking back as the larger man straightened, his blue gaze dragging over him. Max smirked, that devilish look that told George he was completely drunk.
“Missed you, baby.”
Max pawed at George, splaying a large hand on his hip and wordlessly guiding him inside the door. He moved his hands over George’s bare torso beneath his robe, dipping his head to mouth at his neck.
“Max… stop..”
George weakly protested, Max tracing his tongue along the lip of his collarbone. He laced his fingers into his messy dark blonde hair, pulling his face up to meet his wild gaze.
“Max, why are you here?”
His pupils were pinpricks as he considered his answer, still running his fingers along George’s hipbone.
“Missed my princess. I know Lando’s working tonight and I figured you’d be here watching your shit tv.” He glanced to the Love Island episode paused on the tv. “I know you miss me too.”
George tried to keep his composure as Max’s heat radiated onto his bare chest and his fingers played with the waistband of his pants. He let Max kiss him, taking a handful of his ass and leading him towards the bedroom. George broke as they enter his room, still messy with his work outfits discarded after long shifts.
“We are not back together, ok? You can’t just show up all pathetic and get me back.”
He tried to be serious as Max reaches for his nightstand. He gave a wolfish grin as he found the bottle, grinding his hips against George.
“You’re mine. You can’t go and slut yourself out to forget that. You know you’re all mine.”
He purred into George’s neck as he pulled down his pajama pants and reached to his own pants button.
“As if you weren’t taking every job at places I’m working at. You’re pathetic, following me and staring.”
George laid back in his bed, sharply eyeing his ex. Max slicked himself, scowling down at George, who turned his head in indignation.
“Let me spoil you, princess. You can say anything you want to your little friends, but you belong to me.”
He dragged down George’s body and pressed his tongue to his pink hole, drawing out a soft moan from the brit. Max ate him out almost religiously, all of George’s arguments falling away in his brain as he lost track of time. He pressed the heel of his palm to Max’s forehead, grunting him frustration as his mouth moved to press his tongue to George’s cock.
“Shut up and fuck me, Max. You showed up begging for it, so don’t pretend I’m taking you back.”
He internally reveled in the effect it had on him, Max immediately rising to meet his gaze. His thick head teased George’s wet hole, his grip on his legs tightening.
“You love to argue, babygirl.” Max pressed in, making George’s lashes flutter as he stretched around him with familiarity. “It makes you so easy when you’re mad. You know whose pussy this is.”
Max moved slowly, dragging inside of George just to torture him further. The brit’s cheeks burned, his chest flushing and length weeping into his defined hip at the words. He bit his lip as Max fucked into him, letting out desperate breaths above him.
“Fine, we’ll see who cums first. You’re so desperate, Max. You’re the one begging for me.”
He accentuated his words with pulses around him, Max panting and rapidly pistoning into him.
Max gritted his teeth as he felt his balls twitch, his rhythm faltering. He reached to George’s weeping cock, stroking him urgently to avoid the inevitable. He growled as he spasmed, his body disobeying him and spilling into George in hot ropes.
The other followed, letting out a sob as he exploded onto his chest and Max’s hand. Their breaths synced, sitting in silence for a moment. Max pulled out slowly, giving a few weak pumps of his spend deeper into George before withdrawing. He collapsed next to George, closing his eyes in defeat. He felt the thin brit’s arms wrap around him, pulling him closer.
“Stay here tonight, Maxie.”
He let out a quiet huff before responding.
“Anything for you, princess.”