With A Rebell Yell

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Ever since his recovery, Bellamy had been keeping busy with work. After having let himself rest due to his head injury, Bellamy was more than making up for it with the workload. There was a lot that had to be done, and he was tasked with it which suited him perfectly fine. He was just relieved that he was finally capable enough to do so. Where he once threw himself into work for the distraction, this time there was a downside it. He felt that he hadn't seen his partner for quite some time. It had been two weeks since they moved in together, but with their busy work schedules, they often just missed each other, or one returned when the other was already asleep or leaving.

Jackson was also incredibly busy with his work, and it made Bellamy miss him. For a place as small as Arkadia, they really didn't see each other as much as one would assume. Tonight they had plans to spend the evening together, as they both were off semi early. But Bellamy was already running late. He had to finish debriefing Kane, trying not to make it seem like he was in a hurry . . . when in actuality, he was. Once he was finally done, he hurried to his and Jackson's room, stopped twice along the way but fortunately for nothing too time consuming.

He almost hoped that Jackson was late with work so that he wouldn't notice that Bellamy was tardy. But once he got to the their room and he opened the door, he saw Jackson there. The want for him to be late as well quickly faded and replaced was the joy of seeing him, and hoping they truly did have the entire night together. Just them. He smiled, closing and locking the door behind him. "Sorry I'm late," he began, moving toward his lover to greet him with a kiss as he wrapped his arms around him.

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Ever since Bellamy had gone back to work, their jobs had consumed them. Jackson had gotten spoiled by Bellamy being home at night for the week he had been forced to rest, but they hadn't seen much of each other since then. And while Jackson took comfort in snuggling up in bed when one of them would return late and the other was already in bed, and the brief kisses they exchanged when they would pass each other coming and going, it was frustrating. But Jackson understood. He hoped that tonight they would finally get to spend some time together, and there were no emergencies in medical, so Jackson got home on time.

Apparently, Bellamy got held up, though, and Jackson tried not to be too disappointed as he settled in bed with his book, heart sinking just a little. He wasn't especially tired, and it wasn't terribly late, but the quiet of the room had him near dozing when the door opened. His heart leapt, looking over to see Bellamy come in. He was late, but they still had time tonight.

Getting off the bed, Jackson crossed the room to Bellamy, kissing him in greeting as one hand slid into Bellamy's hair. "I was worried something had come up," he said, resting his forehead to Bell's. His free hand slid to Bellamy's ass, over his back pocket where he knew Bellamy kept handcuff. "I'm half tempted to use these on you to keep you all for myself," he teased.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy smiled when Jackson rested his forehead against his own. He felt his hand slide to where Bellamy kept his handcuffs which, hardly came to a surprise that Jackson knew where he kept them. He'd seen Bellamy dress countless number of times and truth be told, Bellamy was just enjoying the feel of his hand grazing along the area -- however brief. He gave a short chuckle when he teased him about being tempted to put these on. "Now that is something I can support," he teased in return, having no problem with Jackson keeping Bellamy all too himself. But with the statement, a thought started to form in his mind. He leaned forward to kiss Jackson again, this time the kiss was filled with more hunger.

Bellamy was already reaching for his shirt, proceeding to pull it off of Jackson and tossing it to the side as he led them to the bed. He would need his shirt off for this, though . . . Bellamy seldom ever needed a strict purpose for the removal of his partner's shirt. He pressed forward, moving Jackson back onto the bed, hoping that the kiss would continue to distract him. He reached for Jackson's hands, moving them up above his head as he slipped his tongue further into Jackson's mouth, fervent desire seeping through the embrace.

Simultaneously, he took the cuffs from the doctor's grasp, looping them around one of the posts on the bed and then swiftly cuffing both Jackson's wrists on them and closing the clasp. With a smug grin, Bellamy sat up, straddling Jackson as he looked at the man below him. "But, this was way more tempting," he teased, referencing his lover's earlier words as he just looked at the sight of him with his arms a little above his head, handcuffed to the bed.

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'Right," Jackson teased, a little hint of sarcasm, when Bellamy said he could support the idea of being cuffed and kept all for Jackson. Bellamy had barely survived a week off work. But Jackson didn't really have much time to say anything else, because Bellamy apparently didn't want to waste time in making up for them not having sex for a while, and Jackson had no complaints about that.

His body responded immediately, letting Bellamy pull his shirt off and press him onto the bed, pinning his arms down, which sent even more blood rushing to Jackson's cock. Jackson was lost in Bellamy's passionate kiss. It wasn't until the first cuff closed around his wrist that he realized what was happening, and Bellamy was too fast for him to pull away...

A thrill shot through Jackson that he wouldn't have expected if someone had just told him this was going to happen, and he stared at Bellamy wide-eyed and breathless for a moment. After several thumps of his heart against his chest, he let out a shuddering breath and closed his eyes, a silent indication of the trust he had in Bellamy to let him do this. "Oh, I should not like this," he breathed, his tone clear that he did anyway.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

A smug smile remained on Bellamy's lips as he lips ran over his tongue, taking in the sight of his partner's perfect body. His flawless figure. His words caused a slight chuckle to fall from his lips. "But you do, don't you?" He teased him. Unable to resist touching his skin, Bellamy leaned down to kiss Jackson's lips, before moving down the front of his neck.

At the same time, his hands slowly made their way down the same path as his lips would, skimming down his chest to his pants, already working to unfasten them. Bellamy's mouth reached his chest, kissing his well toned body, his lips moving to his nipple, tugging it between his teeth before sucking it a little. Once his pants were open, Bellamy slipped a hand in there, purposely just grazing over his cock and instead, filling his palm with the sac of skin, giving it a firm squeeze. Not enough to hurt, but enough to give an abrupt jolt of pleasure -- or that was what he intended.

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Jackson's eyes were closed, but he could hear the smug smile in Bellamy's voice. Jackson replied to Bellamy's question by shifting his hips up so that Bellamy could feel how turned on he was. His arousal hadn't flagged when he'd realized what Bellamy had done. n fact, he felt achingly hard now. When Bellamy kissed his mouth, Jackson tired to get a second kiss, but Bellamy moved away, and Jackson's hands automatically strained against the cuffs to pt his hands in Bellamy's hair and pull him back up. He let out a sound of pleasure mixed with frustration, opening his eyes. God, it was already hard not being able to touch Bellamy or getting to control anything.

But it felt good, and Jackson gasped as Bellamy bit his nipple, automatically straining to touch Bellamy again. He sucked in a breath, trying to keep from squirming too much. Every touch of Bellamy's mouth and hands felt amazing, almost intensified by the way he couldn't touch Bellamy back, having nothing to focus on but how Bell made him feel. "This's unfair," he groaned, as Bellamy squeezed his sac, the thrill of it coursing through him. It wasn't really a complaint.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

The pressure of their centers against each other when Jackson shifted up felt incredible. He could feel how hard Jackson was getting, and had every intention of dragging it out. The sound of the metal cuffs moving, indication that Jackson was trying to touch him, free the restraints . . . only made Bellamy more aroused. The thrill of it turned him on even more. Despite the fact that Bellamy was already missing the older male's hands on his body, touching him . . . it was well worth it to be able to be the only one to touch.

To make him feel this way; to playfully remain in control of their actions. Bellamy freed his mouth, his lips moving further down as a smile played on his lips. Giving his sac another firm squeeze, he released that too as he shifted lower on his body. He began to pull off Jackson's pants, his lips kissing the apex of his thighs as he shed him of his pants and underwear, purposely avoiding his cock for right now.

He proceeded to shed Jackson of any lower layers of clothing, tossing them to the side until the male was fully unclad. Another arousing feeling, of Bellamy remaining fully clothed while Jackson was fully unclothed. "What's not fair about it?" He asked him teasingly, already knowing the answer but he wanted to hear Jackson say it. He wanted to hear the male talk. As if to try and make it a little more challenging, Bellamy moved his head between his legs, sucking his sac that he had just been massaging with his hand, now with his mouth.

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Jackson lifted his head a little, watching Bellamy as he kissed down his body and started to pull his clothes off, very obviously avoiding his erection. His mouth felt hot against Jackson's skin, hotter than it normally did, and Jackson was having a hard time not pressing up into it. Bellamy was obviously wanting to tease him, and even with his cock aching, Jackson wouldn't break that easy.

"Ohh," he moaned, when Bellamy's mouth covered his sac, massaging it with the wet heat of Bellamy's tongue. "For one thing, you're dressed," he managed, closing his eyes and pressing his head back against the pillow. He didn't stop to analyze why Bellamy being dressed while he was naked and handcuffed turned him on. It just really did, for some reason, letting himself be so incredibly vulnerable. His fingers stretched, straining, wanting to bury themselves in Bellamy's hair. "Am I going to need a safe word?" he teased breathlessly. Maybe if he kept his sense of humor, he wouldn't be begging five seconds from now.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy gave a breathy chuckle amidst his actions, before freeing himself from his sac. Jackson's words of how he was dressed rather amusing. "Oh, you noticed that?" He asked teasingly. It was of course fairly obvious but he felt the need to bring more attention to it. "Not like you can touch me anyway," he further playfully commented, adamantly reminding Jackson of that fact.

That he couldn't move his hands, that he couldn't position his upper body how and where he wanted to. The thrill of it continued to course through the guardsman, intending to take advantage of every second he had Jackson in this way. His next question made a hint of a mischievous smile form on the male's expression as he locked eyes with the handsome doctor.

"Sometimes its more fun to play with no rules at all." With that, he glided his tongue up along Jackson's cock in one swift motion. Drawn out, prolonged. Not consistent so that he wouldn't get him worked up for him to quickly find his release. After a few more seconds, Bellamy licked him again, along his shaft, moving achingly slowly, savoring the taste of his cock. When he was done that, he slightly sucked on his head, still making sure not to take him too fully in his mouth. Clearly, the teasing was not only in his words, but heavily in his actions too.

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Bellamy's laughter with Jackson in his mouth made Jackson gasp softly, the vibrations shooting through him and weakening his resolve. It was difficult to think of a retort to Bellamy's teasing. When Bellamy said it was more fun to play with no rules, Jackson huffed a breath. "For far, so good," he panted. But then Bellamy was licking his cock, slowly, taking breaks between each lick that were too long for Jackson to get much from them but a tease.

Jackson swore under his breath. "Oh, God," he panted, swallowing a whimper. When Bellamy's mouth covered the head of his cock, Jackson's hips rocked up automatically, seeking that wet heat of Bellamy's mouth and the relief of having his needs properly met.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Each sound that Jackson made, only fueled Bellamys own desire and need. The cursing, the comments, the breathing, the gasps . . . it was all so sensational and Bellamt wanted to see how far he could tease him. When he thrust up into his mouth, Bellamy accommodated more of him, but not much. The guardsmans hands went to Jacksons hips, pressing him down so that he couldnt thrust and Bellamy slowly moved his mouth further down Jacksons cock, taking him in fully. But instead of working over him, he moved with an ever slower pace upward, until releasing him with a wet pop, his hands pressed against his waist so that he could not alter the pace or push more of his cock between Bellamys lips.

With a satisfied, taunting smile, Bellamy glanced up at Jackson, wanting to see his face. He moved his head lower once more, moving his partner's legs apart a bit to spread them. He lapped his tongue over Jacksons entrance, a groan of pleasure escaping him. "God, you taste so good," he uttered between each lick. "Must be hard. To not be able to touch or taste," he continued to taunt, a reminder of what Bellamy was currently depriving him of. His tongue continued to move along him, starting to slightly probe between his crease.

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Jackson couldn't help the needy noise that came from him when Bellamy started to take him into his mouth. It felt good, but Bellamy was moving far too slowly to it to be actually satisfying, while preventing Jackson from thrusting. Jackson lifted his head to watch, hoping Bellamy would give up this torture and give Jackson what he needed, but Bellamy just pulled off him with a pop, making Jackson gasp again.

Bellamy Blake was trying to kill him.

Jackson groaned loudly when Bellamy sank lower, working his tongue over Jackson entrance, sending renewed sparks of need through him. Jackson dropped his head back to the pillow and balled his hands into fists, trying to keep himself from straining against the handcuffs as Bellamy almost started taunting him. Jackson let out a breathless laugh. "Oh, float you," he breathed. "Such an asshole." There was affection in his voice, though, and he shifted his hips, pressing himself against Bellamy's mouth as he spread his legs a little wider. "God, please."

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

The groans, insults and begs were music to his ears. Despite Bellamy being the one in control, everything Jackson was doing in response was such a turn on. Then again, why wouldnt it be? The man held a beauty that was both inner and out, and it made him so damn desirable. Bellamy doubted a day would come where he didnt want him. And right now, he had him. Every singlr part of him. Bellamy groaned with pleasure amidst his actions. He could feel Jackson shift his hips to press him closer.

Bellamys hands went to the cheeks of Jacksons ass, one on each, as he spread them a little so that Bellamys tongue could gain better access, moving in little circulae motions. He almost wanted to reach out to feel how hard Jackson was and if he was close to coming. But Bellamy decided not to take the risk. Enjoying his partners taste and delving deeper into him, he added a fervency in his actions as his tongue moved enthusiastically along his entrance and in it. Suddenly, he stopped. Just as abruptly as he had before.

He pulled his tongue back in his mouth, his grip on his cheeks easing a little. He blew over the area now moist with what his mouth and tongue had left. Swallowing, savoring the taste, he dragged his lips back up along Jacksons chest until his head was aligned with his . . . leaving him to descend unfulfilled. Leaning down as if to kiss him, he teased the idea before his lips went to Jacksons chin instead, nipping it. "I know you said please, but i think you can do better than that," he teased him, wanting to hear Jackson beg. While he wasnt overly loud during their amorous activities, Bellamy wanted to change that tonight. He wanted to see if he could make him cry out his name.

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Jackson moaned even deeper as Bellamy spread his cheeks, continuing the assault of his tongue against Jackson's entrance, probing deeper, driving Jackson wild. Jackson felt the pleasure in his body starting to coil tightly, feeling like he might actually come without Bellamy even touching his cock. But then Bellamy stopped and Jackson couldn't control the whimper that escaped him. Bellamy's clothes felt rough against his body as he moved back on top of him, maybe rougher than they normally would, given this heightened state of arousal.

Bellamy started to kiss him, but then ducked his head and nipped Jackson's chin. Jackson let out a gusty, frustrated breath at that, thrusting his hips up against Bellamy for some kind of friction. "Fuck me," Jackson said. "Touch me. Make yourself useful," he continued, his tone somewhere between demanding and desperation. He was pulling against the handcuffs without realizing, and he felt the metal biting into his wrists. He reached up and gripped the headboard slat to keep himself from continuing to pull.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy was finding this amusing, and hot. And a big turn on. He knew that while he wouldn't leave Jackson unfulfilled, that he would properly tend to him . . . he couldn't deny his enjoyment of building this up. Of teasing and taunting him when he was powerless to do anything in return. It was all in good fun of course, and Bellamy was certainly having his fair share of it. He smiled at his partner after his curses and words fell from his lips. The pull against his restraints only made him more aroused, knowing that he was trying so desperately to get out of them . . . to no avail.

His thrusts caused a groan to fall from the younger male's lips, closing his eyes for a moment to keep his hardened cock controlled. Needing to maintain some semblance of composure. But he also wanted to make sure Jackson's own arousal remained, right on the edge, without pushing him over. Bellamy then turned himself so that he was lying next to Jackson, rather than on top of him, making his thrusts more difficult from this angle. Turning on his side, Bellamy propped his head with his elbow, his ear resting against his hand as he looked at his partner.

He briefly glanced up at the cuffs, a small smirk playing on his features as his eyes lingered back down to his face, soaking in appreciation for his muscled arms. "Tell me," he began to say, leaning forward to kiss Jackson's neck, speaking between each embrace. "What have you always wanted someone to do to you?" He inquired, wondering what Jackson's own fantasies, wondering if he even had any. "Or what have you always wanted to do to someone?" He further asked, sucking on his earlobe a little while his free hand slowly skimmed down his chest, pausing when it was mere inches from his cock and sliding back up.