"Today is born the seventh one
Born of woman the seventh son
And he in turn of a seventh son
He has the power to heal
He has the gift of the second sight
He is the chosen one
So it shall be written
So it shall be done"
You might've guessed it: We are on the 7th prompt post. Hurray!
And although seven is "the most magical number there is", the rules for
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Resting his head in the crook of George’s neck, Danny tries to hold back his tears. ‘This is about George, not you. About giving him what he needs and should be getting; comfort, pleasure and care. Not to feel your tears of need and angst soak into his collar, or the angry words in your bleeding heart.’
But Danny can’t hold back any longer. “If ever you feel the need to hurt yourself, don’t you dare go to anyone else.” George trembles. “Not to a prostitute. Not to one of the office sluts, or a cold alleyway. You come to me.”
George sobs, caught up in Danny’s words and the fingertips gracing his throbbing prick and the delicate cuts of his back. Erotic scenes of domination flooding his mind that he’d only ever done with women but now replaced by Danny, and his strong hands, firm chest and towering build, and that deep voice.
That voice however, cracks with emotion. “Only me.”
George turns his face and their eyes meet, burning with equal amounts of pain and desire. “Understand?”
George nods, “Yes.”
Danny kisses him, squeezing his hand around the base of George’s cock in unison with his nails, as they bite into George's back. Marking and making George come undone in his hands for the first time, but not the last.
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That voice however, cracks with emotion. “Only me.”
George turns his face and their eyes meet, burning with equal amounts of pain and desire. “Understand?”
George nods, “Yes.”
*melts* Danny will take care of George properly, I'm sure.
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