Everything is easy with George. George has a way of pulling out Arthur’s deepest fears and insecurities with a simple touch on his hand or a gentle smile. Arthur really loves him.
Two years after they meet, Arthur realizes he really loves George. That’s something George will never be able to pull out of him.
content - george clarke/arthur frederick, friends to lovers, pwp, praise kink, puppy play, degradation, pain kink, love confessions
a/n - you can find this on ao3 as well at planetclarkey!!! any reads & kudos are greatly appreciated <3
It’s always been difficult for Arthur to verbalize the things he wants. He always struggles with it; too nervous to open up to people and be honest about how he feels. He never thought he would find someone who helps him break out of that shell.
And then he meets George.
George never forces him to tell him anything. He’s kind and soft spoken with him, gently urging him to continue talking but never forcing it when his words trail off. Arthur finds that it’s incredibly easy to open up to someone when all they do was sit and listen, genuinely listen and never speak over him. George is a great listener, and Arthur is eternally grateful for the room and time he gives him to slowly open up.
As Arthur and George grow closer, Arthur finds himself becoming more confident. He starts flirting with George, responding with stupid jokes whenever he says something that sounded slightly sexual. George flirts back without hesitation, smiling brightly and laughing when Arthur says something especially out of pocket.
Everything is easy with George. George has a way of pulling out Arthur’s deepest fears and insecurities with a simple touch on his hand or a gentle smile. Arthur really loves him.
Two years after they meet, Arthur realizes he really loves George. That’s something George will never be able to pull out of him.
George has been at Arthur’s apartment for the past two days. Sometimes, George gets overwhelmed by living with two other people and asks Arthur if he can go to his place. Three months into him escaping Hill and Chris, Arthur gave him a key to his front door.
At noon, George texts him and says,
Chris is recording a vid with harry will and stephen. I’m losing it. I’ll be there in 20.
Arthur simply reacts to his text with a heart, getting up to tidy up his apartment. When George arrives, he simply unlocks the front door and proceeds to collapse on Arthur’s couch.
They’re watching a random movie Netflix had suggested to them when George lifts his arms up to stretch, shirt riding up and revealing a small sliver of skin. Arthur’s eyes immediately lock onto it, staring as the further back he stretches, the more skin is revealed.
George seems to notice, because he smirks knowingly as he puts his arms back down.
“You like what you see?” George jokes, raising an eyebrow.
Arthur flinches, putting his attention back to the movie. “Fuck off.”
George laughs, shaking his head. “It’s okay if you think I’m attractive, Arthur. Most people do.”
“I don’t,” Arthur disagrees, crossing his arms and glaring at George. “I think you’re ugly.”
“Sure you do,” George snorts.
“It’s true,” Arthur shrugs. “I look at you and feel sick.”
“No, I think you look at me and think about kissing me.”
Arthur freezes, eyes going slightly wide. His face goes hot, and he swallows hard. George notices, because he always does.
“Arthur,” George says, “do you want to kiss me?”
Arthur doesn’t reply. He stares at the movie, some stupid romance that’s probably adapted from fanfiction. He pretends it’s the most interesting thing he’s ever seen. He feels George shift beside him.
“Arthur,” George repeats. This time, his voice is low and steady, almost commanding. “Look at me.”
Arthur turns his head and looks at George. He doesn’t do it on purpose, but something about George’s voice goes straight to his head and makes him want to do anything George tells him to.
“Good job,” George praises. Arthur searches for any ounce of humor in his voice, but there isn’t any. His stomach flips. “I’m going to ask you again, okay?”
Arthur nods. His body feels like it was on autopilot.
“Do you want to kiss me?” George asks again. He moves closer to Arthur, knee knocking against his, an arm across the back of the couch and the other on his own leg.
Mentally, Arthur screams at himself to wake up from his dream. It doesn’t feel possible to him that it can actually be happening.
Arthur nods again. His mouth is dry and he knows that if he speaks, his voice will come out as a whine.
George tilts his head, eyes studying Arthur’s face. “Use your words, Arthur.”
The gasp that escapes Arthur is uncontrollable. Those words, the tone of his voice, the way George looks at him. Arthur feels his head go foggy.
“Arthur?” George asks. He has a look on his face like he knows just how much he’s affecting Arthur.
Arthur inhales shakily. He closes his eyes and exhales. “I do want to kiss you, George,” he says slowly.
“Yeah,” Arthur nods. When he looks into George’s eyes, they’re dark in a way he’s never seen before.
“Ask me,” George demands.
“Ask if you can kiss me.”
Arthur lips part. George is telling him to ask for permission to be able to kiss him. The words go straight to Arthur’s head and his cock. He hopes his black sweatpants hide his growing erection.
“Can I kiss you?” Arthur asks carefully. Then, he adds, “Please?”
George seems pleased with Arthur’s question. His hand slides from his own leg to Arthur’s thigh, squeezing it gently. Arthur nearly whimpers. He stares down at where George’s hand rests on his thigh, focusing on the size of his hand and the veins that run along his arm.
George’s other hand moves to Arthur’s face, taking his chin between his thumb and pointer finger, guiding him to meet his eyes. This time, Arthur can’t fight back his whimper. George smiles.
“Kiss me, Arthur,” George tells him.
Arthur hesitates, alarm bells going off in his head, telling him that if he leans in, George will laugh and tell him that it’s all a prank.
George’s hand tightens around his chin, his eyes burning into Arthur’s.
“I want you to kiss me,” George says, reading his mind.
Arthur gathers every ounce of courage he has and slowly leans forward, giving George time to pull away if he changes his mind at the last second. George doesn’t pull back. When Arthur’s lips press against his, something in George snaps.
George kisses him back hard, hand on his chin moving to grip the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair and yanking him closer. The hand on his thigh moves higher, squeezing absentmindedly and making Arthur whine into his mouth. George swallows his sounds with an equally affected groan, slipping his tongue into Arthur’s mouth.
Arthur melts into George, and before he knows it, George is pulling Arthur into his lap, urging his legs apart so his thighs are on either side of George’s.
George doesn’t stop kissing him. Arthur feels like he’s going to suffocate, but the feeling of George’s tongue in his mouth makes him feel so giddy that he wholeheartedly believes if he dies from kissing George, he’ll be okay with it.
When George’s hands slide down to Arthur’s waist, slipping under his shirt and touching his bare skin, he pulls away with a gasp.
George’s eyes lock onto the string of spit that sticks to their lips as he pulls away. Arthur’s eyes stay closed, not wanting to look at George because he knows when he sees him, he’ll have to kiss him again.
“Hey,” George says, voice gentle but stern.
Arthur opens his eyes and nearly passes out. George’s lips are spit-slick and red, breathing heavily. He feels like he’s in a trance, George controlling his every move and thought. He’s all Arthur can think about.
“Are you okay?” George asks, squeezing his waist in an attempt to ground him.
Arthur nods quickly, laughing in disbelief. “More than okay.”
“Good,” George smiles, nodding.
Arthur watches as his eyes trailed down his body, landing on where his hands disappear underneath his shirt.
In that moment, Arthur realizes he would do anything George tells him to. He doesn’t want to be asked, he wants to be told. He wants George to control him, to order him around and make him do anything he wants. He’ll do anything for George.
“Take your shirt off, Arthur,” George states. He seems to want the same thing as Arthur.
Arthur nods, sitting back in his lap and pulling his shirt off, throwing it carelessly behind him. In an instant, George’s hands are all over him, fingernails scraping over his abs. Arthur gasps, muscles twitching when George digs his nails further into his skin.
“George,” Arthur whines, grabbing at George's shoulders and scrunching the fabric of his shirt.
“What do you want, baby?”
Baby. Arthur exhales shakily at the pet name. His legs tighten around George’s, every inch of his skin on fire.
“Take this off, please,” Arthur begs , scratching at the fabric covering his shoulders.
George laughs, holding onto Arthur’s waist as he sits up. He slowly and deliberately takes his shirt off, making Arthur groan in annoyance. Arthur has seen George shirtless countless times, but in this situation, him underneath Arthur, telling him what to do, Arthur feels like it’s the first time he’s ever seen George like this. He’s beautiful.
Something in Arthur breaks, and even though he has a feeling George is going to scold him for not asking permission, Arthur leans forward and kisses George’s chest. He secretly hopes that George will scold him. Maybe he’ put a hand in his hair and tug him backwards. A punishment from George sounds like a prize.
He bites at George’s chest, sinking his teeth into his skin just to hear George groan above him. Arthur can feel the hardness in his boxers, and wishes his mouth was on George’s cock instead of his chest.
George digs his hand into Arthur’s hair, pulling him back hard. He whimpers, smiling at the sharp sting of pain in his scalp.
“Naughty boy,” George scolds, pulling Arthur’s hair once again. When he moans, George releases his grip.
“You want to be punished, don’t you? You like being bad.”
Arthur stares at George. His brain feels foggy, everything other than George fading away.
“Answer me, Arthur,” he demands, hand returning to his hair but not doing anything.
“Fuck,” Arthur whispers. “Yeah, I like it.”
Arthur smiles. “Say what?”
George leans in, and Arthur thinks he’s going to kiss him like he so desperately wants. Instead, George bites at Arthur’s earlobe, a new sensation that makes him shiver.
“Tell me that you like being bad,” he whispers into Arthur’s ear. “Tell me you want to be punished.”
“Tell me, Arthur, or I’m not giving you what you want.”
“Shit,” Arthur whines. “I like being bad, George. I want you to punish me. Want you to be mean to me.”
“That’s a good boy, Arthur. Such a good listener. You’re so desperate for it, aren’t you?”
Arthur whines, his entire body shaking with how badly he wants George.
George leans back, eyes never leaving Arthur’s. Arthur wonders how he looks in this moment, face flushed and body trembling with need. George looks at him like he’s something beautiful, and it makes Arthur feel sick.
He leans forward to kiss George, but stops halfway.
“Can you kiss me, please?” Arthur asks softly, staring at George’s lips.
George groans, whispers fucking hell and pulls Arthur into him by his waist. As George pulls him close, their hard cocks brush against each other. Arthur whines into his mouth, raking his hands through George’s hair in an attempt to ground himself.
He still has a hard time believing that him in George’s lap isn’t a dream. A wild fantasy that feels so real. Arthur’s waiting for the moment he jolts awake in bed, cold and alone. But it never happens.
George kisses him with purpose, tongue exploring his mouth like he’s studying him. His grip on Arthur is hard, fingerprints digging into his skin with enough force to leave marks. Arthur realizes he wants George to leave marks all over him.
Like always, George manages to read his mind before Arthur can speak. His lips trail down Arthur’s neck gently, a surprising change from the force he uses to kiss his mouth.
Arthur feels George’s tongue on his neck, soft and warm. It feels unreal having George touching him in this way, but it isn’t enough for him. He wants George’s teeth in his neck.
“George,” Arthur pants, pulling him back by his hair.
George hums in acknowledgment, pressing another kiss to his neck.
“Can you,” Arthur breathes, “can you bite me?”
George exhales heavily. “You want me to leave marks?”
“Please,” Arthur begs. “I want everyone to see that I’m yours.”
George freezes, hands digging into his waist. He looks up at Arthur, pupils large and hair tousled. “Say that again.”
“I’m yours,” Arthur repeats, nodding quickly. “Please, George.”
He doesn’t need to be asked again. George leans in, presses a soft kiss to the skin under his ear, and sinks his teeth in.
Arthur’s reaction is immediate. He arches up into George, hands tightening in his hair with a whine. George’s tongue licks over the bite, sucking carefully. Arthur can’t stop himself from grinding against George, the friction between their clothed cocks making him whimper.
“Fucking hell, baby,” George groans, lips against his skin. “You’re fucking perfect.”
“I’m not,” Arthur denies nervously. He shakes his head, and George pulls away.
His hands slide up to Arthur’s face, cupping his cheeks and pressing their foreheads together.
“Arthur, genuinely,” George starts, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, “you’re perfect. So fucking beautiful, you’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of.”
Arthur smiles, shaking his head in disbelief. “This is crazy.”
George nods. “Do you want to stop?”
Arthur laughs. “No fucking chance.”
“Thank God,” George exhales, and pulls him in for another bruising kiss.
George’s hands return to his waist, nails scraping over his skin. He pulls Arthur against him, encouraging him to grind against his lap.
Arthur whines, broken and high-pitched as their cocks rub together. He wants George to touch him, to pull his dick out and wrap his hand around it. Arthur feels dizzy with the thought of George’s hand on him.
“George, please touch me,” Arthur begs.
“I am,” George smirks, squeezing his hands against Arthur’s waist teasingly.
“You know that’s not what I mean,” Arthur groans, tilting his head back.
George hums. “No, I don’t think I do. You have to tell me what you want.”
Arthur drops his head against George’s shoulder as he lifts his hips up to grind against Arthur’s cock.
“So much fucking talking,” Arthur whines. He bites at George’s shoulder. “You know what I want, why can’t you do it?”
George kisses Arthur’s earlobe, nibbling at it gently. “I like hearing you beg for it, you sound so pretty.”
All of the air in Arthur’s lungs escape him. George thinks he’s pretty.
“Such pretty noises,” George continues. His hands are burning on his waist as Arthur grinds against him steadily. “And I’m not even touching you.
“George, please. I need you to touch me.”
As George pulls back, Arthur thinks he’s finally won.
“I don’t think you do,” George tells him. “I think you want to rub your dick against mine until you come in your pants.”
Arthur’s hips stutter at George’s degradation, heart racing. The praise makes Arthur’s stomach flutter, but George insulting him makes him feel drunk.
“Do you want that, Arthur?” George asks, one hand coming up to rest against the side of his neck. Arthur wonders what George’s hand would feel like wrapped around his neck.
“I want that so fucking badly,” Arthur nods. A particular hard grind against George’s cock makes him whine loudly.
“You’re fucking pathetic,” George purrs, matching Arthur’s thrust against him. “So fucking desperate for me.
Arthur shuts his eyes hard, focusing on the feeling of his hips grinding against George. It’s an overwhelming feeling, having George’s hands roaming over his body and his lips against his. Arthur knows that if George keeps kissing him, kept urging him on, insulting him, he’s nktt going to last.
“You’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you?”
Arthur nods. “I need you, George. Need you to do anything.”
“I could tell you to hump my leg like a dog, and you’d fucking do it,” George groans, latching onto Arthur’s neck.
Arthur whimpers. “I would,” he nods.
In between sucking marks into his neck, George tells him, “Such a desperate puppy.”
Arthur’s head falls back with a whine, giving George more space to suck bruises into his skin. George bites down harder on his neck.
“You like being my puppy?” George asks, already knowing the answer.
Arthur nods rapidly, brain going foggy at the name.
“I think my puppy needs training,” George huma. “Maybe next time I’ll make you ride me, make you beg for me.”
“You’re mine, Arthur, remember?” George forces Arthur to look at him. “My puppy.”
Arthur moans, digging his nails into George’s shoulders. “Fuck, I’m close,” he whimpers, speeding up his hips.
George nods. “Me too. You’re so fucking beautiful, baby.”
George surges forward and kisses him open-mouthed and messy. He groans quietly, hands scraping against Arthur’s abs once again. The pain mixing with pleasure is almost too much, but Arthur wants it to go on forever.
Arthur pulls back, panting into George’s mouth. “George, I’m so close.”
“Beg for it,” George demands. “Beg to come in your pants like the desperate whore you are.”
It takes everything in Arthur to not come as soon as George insults him. He knows he likes being told what to do, but he didn’t know how much he loved being degraded.
“Please, George. Fuck, please let me come, I need to so badly.”
George leans in and licks a stripe up Arthur’s neck. He digs his nails into Arthur’s skin and whispers, “come for me, puppy.”
He bites down on Arthur’s neck once more, and his orgasm hits him like a truck. It happens hard and fast, knocking the air out of him and making him fall into George. He trembles as he comes, hips still grinding against George.
George follows soon after, holding Arthur against him and thrusting upwards, groaning from where his teeth are buried into Arthur’s neck. Arthur slides off of George’s lap, a leg still thrown over his, palm on his chest and feeling his heartbeat.
It’s quiet for a while afterwards, their heavy breathing filling the room. Arthur nuzzles his head against George’s neck, taking the opportunity to kiss the skin there softly. George’s hand comes up to his hair, scratching his scalp gently. His other hand is still on Arthur’s waist, soothing his red, bruising skin.
“Baby,” George says, shaking Arthur gently. Arthur looks up at him, a small smile on his face, and George melts. “You’re so beautiful. Are you okay?”
Arthur hums. “I think you just changed my entire life.”
George laughs, and Arthur feels prouder than ever. He’s warm and soft, kind after just insulting Arthur and making him come harder than he ever has before without even touching him.
“You changed my life a long time ago, baby,” George says softly, looking down at him. His thumb caresses Arthur’s cheek and he hums happily, closing his eyes and leaning into the touch.
After a moment, Arthur speaks. “You changed my life, too. Years ago.”
George smiles again, and Arthur can’t help himself. He sat up and softly kisses George. George kisses him back just as gently, making a happy sound as Arthur climbs back into his lap.
George is the first to pull away. His thumb slides across Arthur’s bottom lip, and he bites at it playfully.
“How does a shower sound?” George asks.
“That sounds like the greatest thing ever.”
George smiles. He lodges his hands under Arthur’s thigh’s, standing up with ease. Arthur nearly moans at his strength. George carries them to the bathroom, setting Arthur down on the counter.
Arthur watches as George moves around the bathroom like it’s his own. Arthur starts thinking about what it would be like to have that every day. To have George with him at all times.
He must be staring, because George waves his hand in front of Arthur’s face.
“Earth to Arthur,” George laughs, standing in between his legs.
“Nothing to apologize for, baby,” George says, shaking his head. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” Arthur nods. “Just thinking.”
“About?” George asks. His hands are scratching Arthur’s scalp, and his eyes flutter closed.
“You. And us. How badly I want this with you all of the time.”
“Arthur, you have me,” George tells him. “I want this with you, too. More than anything.”
Arthur smiles, eyes still closed. He presses his forehead against George’s chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.
“I love you, George,” Arthur admits, lifting his head up.
George smiles brightly. He takes Arthur’s face in his hands, pressing a big kiss to his lips.
“I love you so fucking much.”
George barely leaves Arthur’s apartment the next two weeks, only going back home for clean clothes. Arthur is out of his mind in love, still in disbelief that George loved him back. But George tells Arthur every moment he can how much he loves him.
George is everything Arthur has ever wanted, and now he has him forever.
