The Ball Is In Your Court

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

maybe the guard

WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF HIM

Bellamy parted his lips, fully embracing the slow kiss, his tongue once again slipping into Jackson's mouth. The mixed tastes of them adding to the delight. His hands roamed down him, moving to where he was exposed. When Jackson's hands wrapped around him, Bellamy's breathing hitched for a moment, before groaning with both pleasure and need into the kiss. He gently tugged at Jackson's lower lip, sucking it between his lips for a moment, his words of taking what he needed belatadly registering in his mind. He was getting increasing distracted to how his hand was wrapped around his penis. Easing out of the kiss, Bellamy slowly opened his eyes to look at the man next to him. "You're used to that, aren't you," he asked with a slight smile, somewhat rhetorically. Used to people taking what they needed.

Perhaps it was a bold asusmption to make, but one he vocalized none the less. He was already thick with aching need and Jackson's hand was intesifying that. "Well, I'm not," he teased. Not used to just taking without considering the other person. His lips moved back to Jackson's, working against them as if to cut off any protest. He then began to shift their positions, his arm moving around Jackson to pull him on top while Bellamy rolled to the side so that now the Cadet was on his back and the doctor on top of him. Bellamy's hand trailed down to Jackson's behind, giving it a bit of a squeeze before caressing over the cheek. Easing out of the kiss, he hardly created a distance betwene their mouths. "So why don't you tell me what you need. Or better yet . . . " Another light kiss on the corner of Jackson's lips. "Show me." Allowing him to be in a position to do so as Bellamy relinquished some control in his current position of being under him rather than on top.

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Jackson felt a little speechless as they kissed. He was used to people taking what they needed from him, but he hadn't expected Bellamy to call him on that, or be so insistent that they do what Jackson needed right now, especially considering it wasn't his orgasm they were negotiating, but Bellamy's.

He continued stroking Bellamy's cock with firm, but slow movements, occasionally circling his thumb over the head, slicking it with precome. God, Bellamy was rock hard, and Jackson knew what he wanted, if it was his choice. He wanted that length inside him, filling him, driving into him. He didn't really have a hard and fast rule about bottoming exclusively--he switched depending on his partner's preference--but he couldn't deny he relished in the feeling of being taken by someone. His spent cock had the nerve to twitch at the thought.

He'd assumed, by the way Bellamy had pushed him to the bed and climbed on top, that Bellamy wanted to fuck him, too.

He rolled with Bellamy when he shifted, getting on top of Bellamy and straddling his hips. He sat up and started stroking Bellamy a little faster, looking down at Bellamy with a heated gaze. "But this part is about taking care or your--" He flicked his gaze to Bellamy's cock, which was full and thick and gorgeous. "Very obvious needs," Jackson finished with a smirk. If Bellamy protested that Jackson should be in control again, though, Jackson would do it after this.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

maybe the guard

WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF HIM

Bellamy's chest heaved, small breathy groans of pleasure occasionally falling from his lips with Jackson's hand moving over him. He was already hard and aching more and more, needing release but at the same time . . . trying to withhold himself. He wasn't sure how long that was going to last though. He was too aroused and Jackson was helping ease by tending to it. When he was sitting astride him, Bellamy looked up at him, his eyes closing for a moment as his head sank back against the pillow, a strong exhalation of breath at his skilled hand.

He slowly opened his eyes once more when he had enough composure to speak, gaze glazed over with desire. The fact that they were also practically rubbing against each other only added to the building pleasure. "Then take care of it," Bellamy teased, slightly adjusting his position. He moved himself so that he was slightly elevated with his elbows propping him up on the bed. It made them press harder against each other.

"Unless you want me to finish in your hand," he warned him, already too turned on to promise that he was going to last. He moved his hand to Jackson's wrist, slowly pulling it away as he sat up more, enough so that he could press his lips against the doctor's in a deep, need driven kiss. He felt the immediate deprivation of Jackson's touch, stroking him, but the thrill and anticipation of what was to come made up for it. Easing out of the kiss, he spoke against his lips. "Top or bottom?" Allowing him the choice. Wanting him to have a say.

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That was an easy question. Much easier that saying what he needed. Jackson let out a small, breathless laugh against Bellamy's lips, sensing the growing urgency in Bellamy's body. "Bottom," he said softly, his tone decisive even if his breath was getting shaky again.

He wrapped his arms around Bellamy, pulling their bodies together as they kissed a few more times, then he let go and pulled back reluctantly. He couldn't get his pants off in this position. "Hang on," he whispered, and shifted awkwardly out of bed to toe off his shoes and quickly finish stripping off the clothes Bellamy had already started on.

By the time he climbed back into bed to kiss Bellamy hungrily, his cock was definitely interested in what was going on again.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

maybe the guard

WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF HIM

Bellamy took in Jackson's answer of his preference in terms of positions. But was momentarily distracted once he felt his arms wrapped around him, moving his mouth against his. The sensation was gone all too quickly, but not without good reason. Jackson moved off the bed to remove the remaining layers of clothing. Bellamy did the same, kicking off his shoes on the other side of the bed and fully removed his pants and underwear, tossing it to the side as well. He took the few additional moments to wet his hand and move it over him so that he was slick and wet, so that he could move in easily.

Jackson returned to the bed, kissing him once more; an embrace that Bellamy returned with fervor desire. His hand continued to moisten him, and once feeling he was wet enough, starting to move their positions. Easing out of the kiss, his lips dragged along his cheek to his jaw, simultaneously turning him over so that Jackson was lying on the bed with his back up. Bellamy moved onto his knees, tilting him up a bit before hovering down back over him, his chest pressed against Jackson's back.

His hand fell to his own cock, starting to guide him to the area between Jackson's cheeks. One hand gripped him, the other holding himself. His lips pressed against Jackson's ear, breathing hotly into it. "Ready," he both asked and stated at the same time. With that, he slowly pushed himself inside, carefully, moving a little bit at a time so that Jackson could accommodate him bit by bit. The sensation caused Bellamy to release a heavy exhalation of breath in sheer pleasure of the action, and finally finding an outlet for his extremely hardened ache.

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Jackson shifted to his hands and knees eagerly as Bellamy moved him, only slightly wishing Bellamy would have turned him on his back so that Jackson could see his face and touch him more easily. But this was good. Jackson liked this position too; it felt primal. And because it was slightly more impersonal than being face to face, it was a position he was used to.

What he wasn't used to, however, was the care Bellamy took entering him. If it hadn't been clear before that Bellamy was a considerate lover, it was now. Jackson collapsed to his elbows, moaning as Bellamy stretched him. Jackson balled his sheet up in his fist. It didn't hurt at all, but there was a mild discomfort that he knew would go away once his body relaxed. Bellamy slowly filled him until he was all the way in, and then he stopped, still panting in Jackson's ear.

"God," Jackson gasped, struggling for breath for a moment. He turned his head so that Bellamy's mouth was brushing his cheek, just wanting more contact as his body slowly unwound. "Bellamy," he breathed, shifting his hips to feel the way it made Bellamy move inside him, letting out a noise of pleasure at the thrill it shot through him that went straight to his cock. "M'ready."

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

maybe the guard

WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF HIM

Ttone in which Jackson spoke added to his already strong pleasure in the moment. Being inside of him, hearing the way he spoke his name . . . it was all quite arousing. To say the least. When he turned his head, moving Bellamy's lips to his cheek, the slightly younger male gently turned the his head even more, so that he could kiss Jackson's lips, in a deep embrace. Jackson's own movements, caused Bellamy to slightly nip at the male's lip while kissing him, the jolt of it sending a wave of pleasure coursing through him. Further strengthened by Jackson's own sound of pleasure. While doing so, Bellamy's hand not on his rear, fell to his lower front, starting to glide over Jackson's penis. Moving in long, slow strokes.

When Jackson spoke of how he was ready, Bellamy moved his head back a little, though didn't stray far, his lips dragging along Jackson's jaw and cheek, to the back of his neck. With one of his hands on his ass, he held him, while he slowly began to withdraw, not moving all the way out of him, but just enough to gently thrust back in. The action brought forth a breathy grunt from Bellamy, the sheer pleasure of it all consuming. Taking over his senses completely.

He did the same thing, thrusting into Jackson slowly, moving a bit deeper with each push. Bellamy's lips moving along the back of Jackson's neck and his shoulder. "You really do feel pretty damn good," he said, referencing his earlier words, his voice deeper than its naturally deep tone due to all that he was making him feel. Following his words, he pushed in again, and again, heavy breaths escaping the Cadet with each motion while his hand continued to stroke Jackson's cock with each thrust of his own.

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Jackson groaned as Bellamy started to stroke his cock. He didn't really want to come in his sheets--he didn't like awkward visits in laundry--but it felt too good to stop Bellamy, and when Bellamy started to slowly thrust, he forgot about that concern entirely. Tingles shot up his spine, his breath hitching every time Bellamy sank inside him.

When Bellamy spoke, the tone of his voice almost caused Jackson to shiver, and he couldn't find it in himself to be embarrassed by those words now. Not when this really did feel pretty damn good.

Jackson reached an arm back, blindly finding Bellamy's head and sliding his fingers into his hair. He gripped it tightly for a moment, an indication both that Bellamy could be rougher and that he wanted Bellamy's solid form to stay pressed against his back, then released it but left his hand where it was.

He started rocking back into each thrust, building their pace and moaning softly as his pleasure increased."This... This is what I needed," he said, his own words almost a whimper.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

maybe the guard

WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF HIM

Jackson's hand in his hair provided a stronger sensation, adding to everything that was already racing through him. Another groan of pleasure erupted from deep within his throat, only partially muffled with his lips pressed against the skin of Jackson's shoulder. His words brought forth a smile onto the Cadet's lips, allowing a few additional moments to process his words and gather the ability to verbally respond to them like keeping his actions continuous. Bellamy raised his head a little, pressing them against Jackson's ear once more, breathing heavily as his hand continued to grip him and stroke over his length a little faster, while his thrusts grew deeper, more purposeful and starting to pick up the pace.

"But is this what you wanted?" Bellamy asked with full teasing in his voice, a taunt almost . . . because he supposed his answer could be based on the way that Jackson's body was reacting. Bellamy kissed his cheek again, his breathing growing slightly strained as he moved inside of him, pushing in and out, his hand gripping the cheek of his behind, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. He was already throbbing within Jackson and he knew it wasn't going to be much longer. There was an added fervency in his actions, his hand moving faster in attempt to finish him off to provide some form of pleasure to his partner, while his hips kept jerking forward, breathy grunts and quiet groans of pleasure escaping his lips with each movement of his body.

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"Yes," Jackson moaned automatically in response to Bellamy's words. He knew Bellamy already knew the answer by the tease in his voice, but Jackson was too overwhelmed with need to care. "God, yes," he said. The noises Bellamy was making were sending Jackson closer and closer to completion.

"Mmm, please," he panted, straining for another kiss, and then gave up any sense of his usual decorum and finished his sentence with his lips still brushing Bellamy's, whispering, "Fuck me harder."

When Bellamy did, it only took a few more thrusts, a few more strokes of Bellamy's hand, before blinding pleasure overtook him. He came, his clenching around Bellamy's cock adding to the sensation as he moaned against Bellamy's mouth.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

maybe the guard

WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF HIM

Jackson's soft pleas in the height of such intense pleasure was music to Bellamy's ears. But it was his latter spoken words that really were the source of it all. The demand in his voice, the way he said it, the content of the actually words. It made Bellamy's mind spin, a strong compulsion to comply with his words. Heed to his demand. And so, he did. A strength added to his actions as he did exactly that. Each thrust pushing deeper and deeper, faster and stronger. The vigorous pushes of his hip to delve him deeper into Jackson was enough to make him throb as he jerked inside of him. Before finding his release, spilling himself deep within Jackson's ass.

The final thrust brought forth a sound of pleasure from Bellamy, a particularly loud grunt as he simultaneously felt his hand flood with the liquid of Jackson's own pleasure. Both sensations made everything around him a hazy, glazed over with the euphoric aftermath of their actions. Bellamy's hand rested against Jackson's back, his shoulders relaxing above him as he nestled his head in the crook of the doctor's neck. Focusing on breathing, as his chest heaved, panting, small tears of sweat slightly dampening his hair.

Bellamy wasn't sure how long he remained in this position before he began to turn his body, pulling out of Jackson, the wet sound of his withdrawl. Bellamy moved to lie on his side next to Jackson, his lips pressed against his mouth as he kissed him deeply, his hand still wrapped around him for a few moments before he released him. The liquid proof of his pleasre all over his hand. Bellamy eased out of the kiss, raising a wet finger to Jackson's mouth as he traced the doctor's bottom lip with his release, a smile playing on Bellamy's own lips as he just watched the man next to him.

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Jackson settled on the bed once Bellamy laid down, on his side, facing Bellamy, but he didn't open his eyes. He was still trying to catch his breath and savor the completely sated, heavy feeling in his body. It had been a long time since he's had two orgasms in a day, in under an hour. He really did need a nap now. He wondered vaguely if he had time for a quick ten minutes, in spite of his usual rule to not fall asleep with his hookups and not let them fall asleep in his bed.

He reached over blindly to rest his hand over Bellamy's chest, feeling the rise and fall and the racing of his heart.

And then a slick fingertip touched his lips, and he automatically smiled, letting out a small breath of amusement before ducking his head to suck Bellamy's finger int his mouth. He didn't open his eyes until after he'd pulled his mouth off the finger, sucking it clean.

He reached for Bellamy's wrist, inspecting his hand for a moment. "Mmm, let me help you with that," he murmured, and then continued cleaning up Bellamy's hand. He licked his palm, sucked and nibbled fingertips and even bit the tender spot between Bellamy's thumb and forefinger gently, never taking his eyes off Bellamy.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

maybe the guard

WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF HIM

Bellamy's gaze was intently fixed on Jackson, despite the other male's closed eyes. The cadet was merely content watching him, seeing the expression on his face as he too baksed in the glorious aftermath of their actions. Hell, that high hadn't even worn off of Bellamy as he just swam in the sea of ecstasy that consumed every fiber of his being. The hand on his chest, and soon the finger in his mouth . . . it all felt incredible. Relaxed. As if they had known each other for a while, rather than just two strangers who got together for a quickie. Bellamy felt at ease, relaxed and well, continuing to relish in the enjoyment of Jackson's actions. Bellamy just watched through heavily lidded eyes, a smile playing on his own lips as Jackson wiped his hands clean with his talented tongue. It felt impossible to tear his gaze away from the male as his tongue and lips moved over his hand, craving more, one kind of wetness replaced with another.

The bite on the thin flesh of his skin caused Bellamy to deeply inhale. Not because it hurt, but that little jolt of pain only felt pleasurable in this moment. Bellamy's free hand moved to Jackson's hair, his fingers casually running through it. "Thorough," Bellamy teased, approval in his words. "I like that." A further playful comment that seemed to go along with the relaxed mood between them. Looking into the deep brown eyes of the man next to him, Bellamy was enjoying the view and the attentions of his mouth on his hand. But he could only selfishly remain idle for so long. Leaning forward he captured Jackson's lips once more, before speaking against them. "Let me return the favor," he said teasingly. With that he adjusted his position once more, lowering himself on Jackson's body as his tongue ran along his cock, sucking at the head for a moment as he just massaged it between his lips, cleaning off whatever mess Bellamy's now clean hand had caused during their actions.

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As they looked into each other's eyes, Jackson felt the intimacy of the moment. It felt like intimacy that went beyond enjoying each other's bodies. Bellamy was gorgeous, and kind, and considerate, and it felt like Bellamy really saw Jackson in a way that most people looked past him. It was nice, but it made Jackson's chest ache a little, feeling that there might be potential between them and knowing that he'd never find out if that were true.

He enjoyed Bellamy's words, and the fingers in his hair, letting his eyes flutter shut again at the touch, and then Bellamy shifted down. Jackson gasped, his eyes flying open, and then he started laughing, though it was a little breathless and breezy as he hadn't quite recovered from what they'd done. He felt oversensitive after two orgasms in a row, and Bellamy's mouth felt almost ticklish. "Oh, God, you're gonna get me excited again, and I probably don't have time," he said as he laughed, grinning.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

maybe the guard

WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF HIM

Bellamy was rather enjoying the amused sounds from Jackson, prompting a smirk on his expression . . . or one that would have remained had he not been preoccupied with his task of cleaning Jackson as thoroughly as he had cleaned him. Pulling his lips from his sensitive region, Bellamy returned the tease. "That sounds like a challenge," he playfully remarked. Though not one that he would take on right now. He knew that their time was limited, and he knew he himself couldn't stay too mcuh longer. Despite the craving he felt to actually lay with a partner through the night . . . he couldn't.

His tongue glided over him a few more times, before shifting to Jackson's inner thigh, letting his tongue caress the area to wipe him clean, before lightly kissing along it. Once satisfied with his work, Bellamy drew his head back but didn't move to lie back down next to Jackson. He may not get up again with how comfortable it felt. Instead, he just sat in an upright position next to him. "How long do you have?" He asked curiously, figuring that he should leave a little before to give him time to actually get cleaned up, and rest if he needed it. With everything they had done, Bellamy had completely lost track of time. Though, he had no complaints. None, whatsoever.