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George took his time memorizing him. His hands explored him, fingers dragging across his pale skin, careful of the bruises that littered mainly on his stomach.

His heart felt like it was about to burst when Ringo kissed him all over his face. Every kiss was sweet, full of love and affection Ringo only had for him. He loved him, even if his left eye had an ugly bruise he still looked at him like he was some kind of angel.

George always had to hold Ringo's hands in his because he would keep hiding. He would cover his mouth, his face, his beautiful body. Ringo's head was full of insecurities but George managed to kiss them away. He loved him all over, against the sheets of the spare guest room bed, trying to be quiet as Paul's dad was just above their heads.

They breathed into each other's mouth, puffs of hot breathes filling up against red lips, words tumbling and twisting and the only things they managed to say was---

"I-I love you."

Ringo's blown out blue eyes bore into his, filled up with so much love and lust. His pretty lips were parted, his bottom lip sucked in by his teeth as he bit them again.

If possible, the legs around George's waists tightened.

"I---- love you!" Ringo's face screwed up in pleasure, letting loose as George gave one final thrust.

George's hair was a fucking mess. He was a fucking mess. Brown hair that curled and twisted between two thick eyebrows that rested atop his beautiful, dark brown eyes. His cheeks were flushed and his lips were red. His neck was covered in love marks. He was a gorgeous fucking mess and Ringo liked it.

They fitted together like a puzzle piece, bodies pressing against each other as they both got off their high.

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"You okay?"

"Mmm..." Ringo nuzzled his face against George's neck. "M'tired."

He chuckled. "Me too." He pressed a kiss against his forhead, craning his neck a bit. "Night Ritchie."

Ringo smiled.

"Night, Geo."

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