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The crisp morning light seeped in through the wispy white curtains, casting a soft glow over the two, tangled beneath the duvet. Arthur's head resting on George's chest, his hand splayed out over George’s midriff, while George’s arm lay wrapped around Arthur's waist, keeping him close.
The awful sounding buzz of George's alarm pulled the two from their slumber. He groaned as he leaned over to turn off the alarm.
“God, I hate that alarm” Arthur sighed, rubbing his eyes lazily with the back of his hand.
“Morning, baby” George said, his voice deep, thick with sleep. Running a hand through Arthur's soft, unruly curls that seemed to stick out in every possible direction.
Arthur hummed in response, feeling content with George's hand running through his hair, hoping to sink back into sleep as he felt his eyes flutter close again.
“Yeah, none of that” George scoffed, pulling his hand away, smiling as Arthur whined clearly a little annoyed. “We’ve got to go” he paused, “You know how Isaac gets with time”
“God, why'd we agree to this?” Arthur said stretching.
“It's your podcast, you asked me to come on as a guest” George corrected, as he got up, moving to the bathroom.
Arthur watched from the bed as George began to brush his teeth, the bathroom door wide open.
“Fine” Arthur sighed, sitting up his feet sinking into the plush green rug.
Humming a random song that George had danced to on Strictly, as he made his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth.
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“What exactly is this episode about?” George asked as he sat beside Arthur on the train. Huddled in close together, their shoulders touching.
“We're talking about some conspiracy theories, and if we get time answer some fan questions” Arthur replied, his voice a little muffled by his black puffer jacket.
“Oh, right sounds fun” George nodded as the train doors opened, he slipped his hand into Arthur’s almost on instinct and walked off the train.
The chill of the winter breeze was almost immediate, though thankfully the walk to the studio was relatively short.
“About time you two lovebirds arrived” Isaac announced from the white couch on their set. The smell of coffee and fresh paint hanging in the air.
Arthur huffed, “Shut up Bach”
They quickly settled in, the camera crew giving them a quick thumbs up before the cameras came alive with a short ‘beep’ sound.
“Right so,” Arthur began,
“We’ve got George Clarkey with us today” Isaac said, gesturing towards George who was seated on the long white couch beside Arthur, close enough for their knees to touch.
“Indeed you do” George spoke, “I will say, Arthur practically begged me to be here”
Arthur scoffed at that, “I asked you like once. Don’t let it get to your head Clarkey”
The conversation flowed easily, and the banter came naturally as they discussed random conspiracy theories, often spilling into long, random tangents about things that usually didn’t relate to the topic. If it were anyone else, George would be making a sarcastic joke to keep the conversation moving, though considering it was Arthur doing most the rambling, he didn’t seem to mind.
“Now for the juicy stuff” Isaac grinned, rubbing his hands together like a pesky fly. “Fan submissions”
“Okay here’s one from Christy, ‘What is your skincare routine Bach?” Arthur asked, looking up from the laptop.
Isaac pretend to ponder for a moment, “I have a menstrual cycle facewash that I use, works like a charm, real blood”
Arthur wrinkled his nose in disgust and looked over George who chuckled, “Yeah, we can smell it”
Which got a laugh from the camera crew.
“Anyway, Lucy has a question for the two of you” Isaac paused, presumably for dramatics, “When did you both get together?”
By now, pretty much everyone in the UK YouTube scene knew about George and Arthur. It was hardly a secret, not that they were trying to hide it. Especially not after their coming-out video blew up.
Though the question still made Arthur blush, “Oh…well it’s been two years now” He looked over at George who had a fond smile plastered to his face.
“You bet, though I was pining for quite some time” George joked, his hand snaking into Arthur’s, resting their hands on their knees.
The moment would have been almost cute if it wasn’t for Isaac’s fake gagging, “Yeah, yeah you guys are cute, don’t start making out now”
The filming wrapped up quickly after the fan submission segment, they waved goodbye to Isaac who was heading out for dinner with Liv.
They found themselves walking around the streets of London, it was later in the evening though, just before sunset the sky painted a soft orangy pink.
“Say, what now Georgie?” Arthur asked, fiddling with the zipper of his puffer jacket.
“Well, we could head home” George paused, “Order some takeout maybe”
“Dinner sounds good, I’m actually starving” Arthur laughed, bumping into George as he walked.
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Their apartment was warm and inviting, with white walls that gave the apartment a gentle glow. The smell of vanilla, and fresh laundry hanging in the air.
“I think that episode was great” Arthur announced as he slumped into the couch, his feet hanging over the armrests.
“Yeah, though I’ll be surprised if you don’t get demonetized” George laughed, as he fell on to the couch beside his boyfriend.
“Yeah, it’s bound to happen at some point, anyway, I’m starving” Arthur declared, fishing his phone from his jeans pocket, pulling up a delivery app, “What do you feel like?”
“Oh Italian for sure”
“Good, same”
A comfortable silence fell between them, as George grabbed the TV remote and flicked to Netflix, Arthur had now moved his head onto George’s lap, his feet still dangling over the armrest. “Cool food, should be here in 15” he said, reaching over to place his phone over on the coffee table.
George put on a documentary they had begun watching earlier, something about penguins and climate change.
“Oh foods here” George piped up as he went to answer the door. Settling back down on the couch with two takeaway containers, the smell flooding the apartment almost immediately. Pleasantly surprised by the fact Arthur had gotten his order right.
They ate in a soft silence, the buzzing of the London traffic barely audible. George occasionally mocking the narrator in an amusing accent. While Arthur commented on parts, throwing in his own facts about the animals. He pushed his takeaway container over onto the coffee table next to George’s when he was done, looking over at George who was focused on the penguins.
A small smile graced his face as he decided to settle down onto George’s lap, chests pressed together as he placed his face in the crook of his boyfriend's neck. A content hum leaving his lips.
“Comfortable, are we?” George smiled, his hands coming to rest on Arthur’s thighs.
“Yep, very”
A few more minutes passed with Arthur beginning to get bored, the documentary slowly fading into the background. He smirked as he got an idea, and began to pepper kisses along George’s neck. Smiling as he felt George shift a little under him, which only encouraged him to keep going. He moved a little further up, licking over a patch of skin before biting down hard enough to leave a mark, sealing it with a soft kiss.
George let out a low, surprised groan, his hands tightening a little on Arthur’s thighs. His eyes meeting Arthur’s with a mix of heat and amusement.
Arthur grinned at the reaction, leaning in a little more as he felt George’s hands settle on his waist, pulling him in closer.
“What are you doing baby?” George asked, his voice deep and smooth.
Arthur shifted in George’s lap, pressing his hips closer, “Nothing really” he replied looking awfully smug, locking eyes with George again, almost sinking into his ocean-like eyes.
His breath hitches as George slipped his hand underneath his shirt, guiding Arthur’s hips deliberately over his crotch. Arthur, taking the hint, rolls his hips slowly beginning to grind down as George tilts Arthur’s face up looking intently into his earthy toned eyes, before leaning in for a kiss, a swirl of something hot and passionate, the sound of their heartbeat echoing in their ears. The documentary now long forgotten.
George smirked into the kiss, sliding into Arthur’s mouth, their tongues locking as George took control, his hand sliding down to Arthur's lower back, his thumb rubbing small circles. They pulled apart, out of breath, pupils blown wide with lust.
“I want you Georgie” Arthur exhaled, still a little out of breath. George didn't hesitate, he definitely didn't need to hear anything else. His arm wrapped firmly around Arthur's waist, his left hand cupping his ass as he swiftly lifted them off the couch, making a beeline to their bedroom.
The moonlight had seeped into their bedroom, the pale light almost unnoticeable under the yellow lamp, that casted a warm, dim glow over the room.
He placed Arthur down gently, caging him in between his arms. Crashing his lips against brown eyed man's, pulling away slowly, “Strip for me baby” George instructed, leaning back, a smirk plastered to his face, dick growing hard.
He nodded, his fingers running down to the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it up over his head, feeling the weight of George's gaze.
George's eyes dropped to Arthur's toned abs, watching Arthur's fingers slide down to pull off his jeans and boxers, throwing them somewhere on the bedroom floor.
His eyes met George's, with a look of fake innocence as he batted his lashes, his dick hard against his toned stomach.
“You're beautiful, so, so pretty” George says, caging Arthur between his arms once again, leaning down to place a kiss over his neck, peppering hickeys down Arthur's neck, feeling the skin between his teeth as Arthur softly gasps, George smirks wider, pulling away to spread apart Arthur's legs, settling between them, leaving little red marks on his milky white thighs, inching closer to Arthur's member.
He barely felt the hand running up the back of his neck, settling on his curly mullet until it pulled him away.
“Come on Georgie” Arthur whined, tugging on his shirt.
He couldn't help but chuckle as he swiftly tossed his t-shirt to the floor, before stripping down completely, fully aware of Arthur's shameless gaze.
“You're so fucking hot” Arthur purred, running a hand over George's abs,
George doesn't reply right away, rather he leans in to kiss Arthur properly, “Nothing compared to you baby”
Arthur moans at the feeling of George's hand wrapped around his dick, feeling it pulse, begging for more attention.
George moved his hand up and down across Arthur's member, his thumb pressing down on the slit, Arthur’s moaning like music to his ears. Leaning down to take Arthur in his mouth, nose pressed against skin.
A sharp gasp left Arthur's lips at the warm sensation, his hand making its way to George's curly hair, lewd moans spilling as George began to move, bobbing his head, his tongue swirling the tip.
Arthur desperately jutted up his hips, wanting more, whimpering when George pulled away, shaking his head with a look of feigned disappointment,
“Ah, use your words Artie” George cooed coyly, a small smirk on his lips.
Arthur quivered, his voice breathy as he whispered, “I want to feel you in me”
A sharp breath escaping George, his dick throbbing against his stomach, “You’re going to kill me”
George leaned over to the bedside table to grab the lube, spreading it generously over his dick before he warmed it up between his fingers, settling between Arthur’s sculpted legs adorned with hickeys.
“Are you still okay?” he asked, earning a nod from Arthur “Yeah Georgie, hurry up” he urged, shuffling his hips down towards George, who chuckled lowly.
His index finger traced Arthur’s pink hole, pushing it in slowly, feeling the familiar tightness, as Arthur exhaled, giving him a second to adjust, before hooking his finger slightly. Then sliding in a second digit, Arthur's head fell back onto the pillow, eyes closed. George's other hand moved to hold down Arthur’s hips gently, stopping him from wriggling, as he prepped him.
“Fuck baby, I think you’re ready” he grunted,
Pulling out his fingers as Arthur whined, from the loss of fullness. Bringing his slick covered fingers up to Arthur’s lips, who sucked on them eagerly, running his tongue across George’s fingers, giving him a quick peck on the lips before pulling his fingers out, both hands placed firmly over Arthur’s hips, as he lined up his cock, the fluttering hole begging to be filled.
He pushed in slowly, Arthur’s familiar moans filling the room, he tightened his grip over Arthur’s waist as he bottomed out with a grunt, the warm muscle tight around his dick.
“You’re so tight” George grunted, pulling out only to drive back into him. Smirking as he watched Arthur arch off the bed, breathy moans leaving his swollen red lips.
“Oh… fuck.. ” Arthur panted, between broken moans, “Ha- harder…please”
George didn't have to be told twice, his hips snapped into a faster pace, low moans escaping, their lips meeting, messy yet hot.
Arthur dug his nails into George's bicep, feeling the firm muscle under his palms, eyes half lidded, drunk with pleasure as George hit his prostate, a shiver running down his spine, and a loud moan slipping from his lips,
“Fuck… George” he moaned, as George took in the sight. Arthur spread out beneath him, skin glimmering with a thin sheen of sweat, breathing heavy.
He could see the outline of his dick pumping inside Arthur, beneath the firm muscle. George grasped Arthur's wrist gently, pulling it away from the twisted sheets and to his stomach.
“God, do you feel that Arthur,” George growled, “you’re mine, all mine” his grip around Arthur’s waist tightening a little.
“Yeah…all… yours” He cried in response. Hand still over his stomach, feeling the thick, heaviness of George's cock as it fucked into him, a mix of shock and pleasure on his face.
George felt Arthur clench around him, feeling that he was close, moved a hand to his dick, the tip, a pretty shade of red and leaking precum as he began to stroke.
“George…. I… I'm close” he strung together, mouth open, his moans getting higher, face flushed pink.
“Come on baby, come for me” George rasped out.
Arthur came with a high pitched moan, his eyes fluttering shut, going limp. White ribbons spilling onto George's hand.
Arthur whined, his legs trembling as George kept thrusting his hips, eyes locking with Arthur's.
“I'm gonna come deep inside you” he breathed out, thrusts getting messier, “I'm going to fill you up” he exhaled.
Arthur could only hum in response as his hazy eyes met George's. He felt his boyfriends dick twitch inside him nearly close. George came hard with a few more sloppy thrusts.
The air was heavy with the sound of breathing, as Arthur laid there, eyes closed, feeling George pull out of him, feeling the cum sticky inside him.
He flinched at the feeling of the damp towel against his legs, “Just me baby” George reassured, trying to not overstimulate him. Throwing the towel onto the floor as he slid back into bed.
Pulling Arthur closer to him, “You were so, so good” he said tenderly, pressing a soft kiss to Arthur forehead.
“I love you” Arthur whispered, resting his hand against George’s bare chest.
“I love you too poppet” George replied, wrapping his arms around Arthur’s waist. Sleep washing over them both.
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The morning light filtered in through the curtains, casting strips over the bed. Arthur stirred first, shifting slightly from where he was tucked into George’s chest, the sound of George’s soft breathing against his hair. He pulled away slightly, lazily rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.
Arthur tried to slip out of George’s hold, only for the arms around his waist to tighten.
“Where are you going, Artie?” George mumbled, voice still thick with sleep.
“Gotta piss” he replied abruptly, as he attempted to pry the hands off of his waist with no avail. “George I’m not kidding” he added, finally feeling the hands loosen around him. He sunk his feet into the green rug, a dull ache in his back surfacing.
Almost as if George could read his mind, “Your back hurt?” he asked, now sitting up.
Arthur shook his head, “Not too bad” George hummed in response as watched Arthur move to the bathroom still half asleep, shutting the door behind him.
“And I’m starving,” George said, loud enough for Arthur to hear as he got out of bed, still completely naked.
Moving towards the closet to grab clothes for them. Striding over to open the bathroom door once he heard the flush, ignoring Arthur’s hushed ‘get outs’ as he turned the shower tap on, waiting for the water to warm before stepping in.
“Come on” George said, gesturing to the shower as Arthur rolled his eyes jokingly, tearing his gaze away from the mirror, specifically from the hickeys covering his neck.
Arthur sighed contently as George’s hands moved to massage his scalp, the warm water relaxing his sore back.
“That feels good,” he said, rinsing off the soap from his body.
“Good” George added, “Now hurry up, I’m hungry”
“You’ve been awake for 10 minutes”
“Exactly, don’t make me wait longer”
They slipped on a pair of jeans and a random t-shirt since they were both going to be busy with filming later, before heading to the kitchen.
“Oh gross” George exclaimed as he walked into the kitchen, looking over at the takeaway containers left open on the coffee table from last night.
George groaned as he moved to clean up, jokingly muttering something about how ‘late night shenanigans is never a good idea’ while Arthur watched from the counter with a soft smile on his lips, making two mugs of tea.