With A Rebell Yell

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Jackson made a noise of frustration as Bellamy shifted off him, forgetting himself and tugging against the cuffs again, his arms automatically wanting to pull Bellamy back. He grabbed the slat again once he realized, knowing his knuckles were probably going pale from his grip. "Damn it, Bellamy," he panted, closing his eyes and pressing his head back to the pillow.

He tried to control his erratic breathing as Bellamy continued touching and kissing him, still ignoring his cock and asking questions Jackson wasn't even sure he currently had the mental capacity to answer. There was no blood in his brain anymore. It had all gone to his cock. His body was almost trembling with need now. He struggled to think of anything he'd fantasized about, because maybe if he said sometime, Bellamy would actually do it and stop teasing. After a moment, he sucked in a breath as a new thrill of desire hit him. "I want you to fuck me and come on my face."

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[Bellamy Blake]

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whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy drew his head back and watched Jackson intently, his gaze gleaming with amusement over seeing the male in such a position. His erratic breathing, the way he clenched his fists . . . Bellamy's tongue ran over his lips, wanting him so badly yet somehow showing some semblance of self control. That wasn't going to last long at all. Especially with what Jackson revealed he wanted. The thought was . . . thrilling. Enticing. The idea of coming onto his face, as if marking him as his own. To see the result of his orgasm spray over his lover's features. The mere thought hardened Bellamy's cock even more, his ache impossible to ignore at this point.

Bellamy leaned toward him, his tongue dragging along Jackson's jaw line. "Is that what you want?" He teased him. He lowered his hands to start unfastening his pants, pulling them down. Kicking off his shoes he got his pants all the way off, not wanting them to get in the way of his actions. He then proceeded with his shirt, pulling it off over his head and tossing it to the side. The prolong of removing his clothes was so worth it. "Maybe I should get your help first," he said with a bit of a grin. With that, he moved so that he was straddling Jackson, more so along his upper chest, Bellamy's hardened cock near his partner's lips so that he could slick him.

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"Mmm," Jackson hummed in the affirmative as Bellamy asked if it was what he wanted. He knew it was. He knew Jackson wouldn't ask for it otherwise. But then he was relieved to feel Bellamy shifting, taking off his clothes, and Jackson opened his eyes and turned his head to look. His mouth was almost watering at the sight, wanting Bellamy so fucking much right now.

When Bellamy straddled his chest, Jackson groaned at the weight of it, pinning him down even more. The fact that Bellamy seemed ready to actually give Jackson what he wanted let Jackson relax a little, letting him enjoy his very dominated position again right now--cuffed and pinned down with his partners cock in his face. He let himself give into it again, lifting his head to take Bellamy into his mouth with a small moan. He could have teased Bell back. He could have simply spit on Belllamy. But he was so close to getting what he wanted, and if he could get Bell worked up too...

He bobbed his head as best he could, working up as much saliva as he could, and then pulled back, trying to leave most of it on Bellamy. Some of his saliva mixed with Bell's precome stretched between his mouth and the head of Bell's cock as he let his head fall back, and he felt it dribble down his chin  and neck when the strand broke. He didn't even care. "Please, Bell," he moaned, looking up to meet Bellamy's gaze, his expression pleading.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy's head fell back when Jackson took his cock between his lips. He groaned with pleasure, the fulfilling feeling of being engulfed by Jackson's mouth. And damn, it felt incredible. Bellamy's hand went to the back of Jackson's head, fingers tangling in his short locks of hair, as he pressed him closer, fighting the urge to thrust into his mouth. He didn't want to come like this. He wanted to give Jackson what he desired. What he had asked for. Despite his continuous teasing for the male. It was over too soon, but also it was for the best.

Bellamy's breathing had grown heaver, a gruff breath escaping him as he looked down at Jackson. His gaze glossed over with desire and even more arousal as he saw the mix of his precum and Jackson's saliva trickling down him. Bellamy licked his lips again, fighting the over whelming urge to lick it off of him. But the sight of it was enough that kept him from doing so. It looked beautiful. He felt the physical ache of not finishing in Jackson's mouth, but the burning anticipation of what would come next was enough to fuel his actions.

He slightly shifted back so that he could press his lips again Jackson's, kissing him with an intense hunger . . . even if he was the one that had been depriving them both. The outcome of which more tempting action won, and Bellamy's tongue moved along Jackson's chin to drink up what was there. He drew his head back, aligning their bodies. His hands went to Jackson's legs, one on each, as he moved them apart and up a little, so that Jackson's feet were pressed upon the bed and his knees propped up.

Bellamy looked down at his hole, his entire body in dire need of it. With his hands still keeping Jackson in position, Bellamy pushed inside Jackson, moving slowly at first, until he was all the way in. He let out a strained grunt of sheer; mixed with pleasure and need. "How badly do you want that?" He breathed out, surprised that he could even form coherent thoughts at this point. "Because, I can change my mind," he taunted, his voice was deeper than usual, thick with need. He pushed into Jackson again, and then again, starting to build a steady rhythm, wanting to hear Jackson form words in response to his teasing question.

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Jackson moaned against Bellamy's mouth when he finally kissed him for the first time in what felt like forever, relishing the slide of their tongues while that lasted. And then Bellamy was guiding his legs up and apart, and then holding him there, further pinning Jackson in position. When Bellamy sank inside him, relief flooded Jackson's body that Bellamy was giving him something, and the noise Bellamy made went straight to Jackson aching cock.

Bellamy started building to a steady rhythm quickly, and Jackson couldn't stop the sounds coming out of him. They were different than usual, more strained, slightly higher pitch. His body was so wound up already that everything Bellamy was doing felt more intense than usual. "God, no changing your mind," he gasped, even his words more desperate than normal. "Want it so much. Want you-- fuck!" he hissed, his brain grasping for words that were getting harder to find. He lifted his head, lips parted, wanting Bellamy's mouth on his again. 

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

The sounds that Jackson were making fueled Bellamy and encouraged his own sounds of pleasure. He knew the tone was different, having been with Jackson enough times to familiarize himself with his partner. Right now though . . . it was all so much more heightened. Bellamy was relishing in the fact that Jackson wanted him so much, just like he wanted Jackson. "Im not sure that you do," Bellamy teased, strained breathy grunts amidst his words. His hands on Jacksons legs gripped them tightly, his hips pushing forward so he could push his cock further and further into his partner. "I'm not sure i can hear how much you want it." Encouragement for him to say more, talk more, let go of any restraints vocally. He wanted to hear Jackson as much as he could. As if to further taunt him, Bellamy started to slow his thrusts, his hold on his legs hindering Jackson from being able to thrust.

The slowed movement only made Bellamys ache intensify but it was worth it to add more playfulness to the moment. Besides, he had no intention of pulling out of Jackson until he came. "Do you want to come before or after?" He asked him, suddenly giving him the choice. His lips brushed against Jacksons, but he moved his head back out of reach of him, not wanting to muffle any sounds or speech. His actions ceased for a moment, still firmly placed in Jacksons entrance. One of Bellamys hands moved to his partners sensitive cock, grazing a finger along his impressive and swelled length. "Or not at all?" He continued to taunt. He was going to give Jackson relief of course, but was enjoying the tease. His hips bucked forward, jolting another surgr of pleasure and intensifying his need.

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"I'm not sure I can hear how much you want it." God, Bellamy wanted him to be louder. Maybe beg for it. In his heightened state of arousal, Jackson wasn't above either. "Please, Bellamy," Jackson moaned, louder than before, and then Bellamy slowed down. Jackson's immediate reaction was to try to push his knees down so he could wrap his legs around Bellamy to force him to thrust again, but Bellamy held him in place. He was completely at Bellamy's mercy, which was as equally frustrating as it was an immense turn on. "Please, Bellamy!" he gasped, louder.

"I need it," he begged, arching against the mattress, just trying to move against Bellamy without any real success. And then Bellamy asked if he wanted to come before or after. If he had use of his hands, he could stroke himself as Bellamy came in his face, coming with Bellamy. Jackson's fingers flexed uselessly at the thought as Bellamy stopped, his hand ghosting over Jackson's cock, making it harder to think.

Jackson took a few shaky breaths and said, "After." After Bellamy fully claimed him. After Bellamy marked Jackson as his territory. He wanted to come after he really felt that ownership in this private moment. Bellamy's hips surged again, and Jackson gasped. "Ah! Yes!" he moaned. "More!"

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[Bellamy Blake]

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whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

His verbalization of how much he wanted it was music to Bellamy's ears. His need was both felt by his body and heard in his words . . . it was just a massive turn on and even Bellamy couldn't refrain any longer. He proceeded to push inside of Jackson with strong thrusts, breathy grunts mixed with groans of pleasure escaping him. He took in his partner's words into consideration. After. He wanted to come after. To make sure that his arousal didn't fade -- and to further tease him of course -- Bellamy occasionally stroked Jackson once, his hand moving over his cock in a swift motion every few thrusts. Just to keep him on edge without coming, or fully letting his arousal ebb. Sometimes pleasure mixed with a little pain could feel all the more incredible in the euphoric aftermath. "Oh my god," he panted, unable to withhold the intensity of pleasure right now. "You feel so damn good," he added on.

Bellamy continued to thrust in Jackson, feeling small beads of sweat forming on his forehead from the vigor of their -- or mostly his actions since he rendered Jackson restrained. Another sound left the guardsman, knowing he was closing, throbbing inside of Jackson's hole. The temptation to come inside him was so strong, but not as strong as the one to fulfill his partner's wants. Hell, Bellamy wanted to see that himself. So before he couldn't control himself any longer, he withdrew from Jackson, just in the nick of time, as he quickly shifted upwards and allowed his release to pour onto Jackson's face. Simultaneously, one hand went to Jackson's cock and hastily stroked him to urge him to come and finally give him his release . . . the other hand gripped both of Jackson's that were bound above him . . . partly using it to brace himself over the strength of his orgasm as he came hard on Jackson's face.

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Apparently, being louder was exactly when Bellamy had wanted, because Bellamy finally gave him what he wanted. And Bellamy's words and grunts and sounds of pleasure--along with his hand, keeping Jackson just on the edge--threatened to make Jackson loose control before Bellamy finished. He gave back what Bellamy wanted, continuing his load moans or "yes!" and "please!" and "more!" and "harder!" He was not normally this loud, but he didn't have to fake it either because it felt like Bellamy had undone him over the course of his teasing.

When Bellamy pulled out and shifted up, Jackson closed his eyes just in case and let his mouth fall open, waiting for Bellamy's release. He couldn't help the throaty groan as he felt the hot liquid splash over his face, coating his chin, lips and cheek. "Yes," he panted, both his hands gripping Bellamy's hard, greedy for touch. It only took a few quick strokes once Bellamy was spent before she felt his own release splash against his stomach. "Bellamy!" he moaned, as his entire body tensed with wild pleasure, and then let go.

When his orgasm passed, he slumped against the bed, every part of his body going slack except for his hands around Bellamy's. "Oh my God," he panted, eyes still closed because some of Bellamy's come on his cheekbone was creeping toward his eye. He was filthy right now, but it felt so fucking good. Eventually he had to crack one eye open to look at Bellamy, lips curling into a sinful smile. "Little help?" he said, using a finger to point toward the other eye as he darted his tongue out over his lips and chin, tasting what he could of Bellamy's release.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Jackson's cries of pleasure were perfect. It was precisely what Bellamy had wanted to draw from him; to make him louder than ever before. It was what prompted his own orgasm to come at the strength it did, and the sight of it pouring onto Jackson's face . . . was breathtaking. He felt Jackson's own release spill onto his chest, which made everything even more incredible -- something that Bellamy didn't even know possible. They had both marked each other. Both claimed each other in a way they never had. Not so physically displayed on the person, and it was a glorious sight to behold. Bellamy's chest heaved, rising and falling with strong breaths as he was left panting for air.

His shoulders relaxed, though he was still a positioned over Jackson, still gripping his hands with his one, while his other slowed their strokes on Jackson's cock, falling limply onto it as it too began to relax now finding its release. He pulled out of him, instantly missing the feeling of his warmth, and his hand moved from where it had gripped Jackson's. Bellamy turned on his side, falling next to Jackson, needing to rest his body and not wanting to collapse his weight over his lower. Instead, he just took in the sight of Jackson's beautiful face, now marked with him. He watched him, listened to his sounds in the aftermath, his strained breathing. the rise and fall of his chest. It was all an incredible sight.

When his partner opened an eye, asking for a little help, Bellamy was only too eager to do so. He leaned toward him, his tongue gliding along the doctors' cheek where his come threatened to trail into Jackson's eye. He probably could drink up more, but wanted to leave as much as he could on him for the time being. Forcing himself to draw back, he swallowed in the taste, continuing to just stare at him. "The sight of you like that could make me hard again in seconds," he teased, but not entirely without truth. It was just so arousing to see Jackson in this state. Bellamy reached a hand down to his chest that was wet with Jackson's own seed, and drag his index finger across of it. He then raised it to Jackson's lips, gliding his wet finger along the inside of his partner's bottom lip, to have the mixed tastes of both of their release in his lover's mouth.

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God, Bellamy looked good like that, marked with Jackson's release as well. Jackson made an appreciative noise when Bellamy licked away the come that threatened his eye then smiled at Bellamy as he settled back at his side. He really wanted to touch Bellamy, but the haze of his release felt too good right now to bother asking Bellamy to get the keys, since Bellamy probably felt the same way. He hooked a leg with Bell's for some contact for now, chuckling when Bellamy spoke.

He captured Bellamy's finger between his teeth gently as Bellamy ran it along his lower lip, and the sucked it clean, his tongue twirling around it. "You wanna see just how messy you can make me?" he teased, grinning. "See how debauched you can make mild-mannered Doctor Jackson?" he added, amused. He knew some people thought of him that way, and he knew Bellamy knew better, of all people. His grin softened a little as he looked at Bellamy. "God, I've missed you."

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy smiled as Jackson wrapped his leg around him, on hand falling to casually rest over his thigh. He watched him intently as he cleaned off his finger for him, sucking it, and threatening to make Bellamy aroused once more. Jackson then began to question wanting to see how messy he could make him; referring to himself as mild mannered, which only made Bellamy chuckled at the description. It of course wasn't true, but they both knew that. His lastly spoken words caused Bellamy to lean forward, lightly kissing his lips.

For all that they had done just now, he hadn't kissed Jackson as much as he usually did . . . but that had been part of the teasing plan. Easing out of it he smiled as he settled his head next to him again. "I missed you too," he vocalized, just in case his actions hadn't relayed that message. "And I could make you messier," he teased, agreeing with Jackson's words.

"Or see how messy you can make me with your . . . " Bellamy's now wet finger began to trail up his muscled arm to where his hands were cuffed, his gaze following the path of his finger. "Hindrance." His voice was thick with teasing as his fingers curled around Jackson's. Bellamy's gaze fell to his partner's face once more, continuing to soak in the sight of him. He knew he should probably let him go, let him clean up -- or help him to clean up -- but the sight was just too damn good. "You were off to a good start," he continued to playfully remark, referring to the mess he had left on Bellamy's own body.

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Jackson loved the sound of Bellamy's laugh, and any time he could inspire it, it made him happy. But when Bellamy kissed him and returned the sentiment that he was missed, Jackson felt even happier. Even luckier to have this. Jackson watched Bellamy's finger trail up his arm before closing his fingers around it.

Jackson chuckled when Bellamy finished. "How's that?" he said. "I can't do anything unless you let me." He shifted a little, leaning as much toward Bellamy as he could for another kiss, and making a disappointed noise when he couldn't reach. "Any plans to let me free any time soon?" he asked, smiling faintly.

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[Bellamy Blake]

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whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Seeing Jackson attempt to reach toward Bellamy for a kiss but not being able to reach, sent a thrill of pleasure to course through Bellamy. Seeing the way Jackson wanted him, but couldnt reach him. It was a turn on. He questioned whether he was going to free him and Bellamy smirked in response. "Maybe Ill just keep you like this all night," he teased, his hand on his thigh caressing him. He of course wouldnt, but couldnt resist the playfulness.

He leaned toward Jackson, kissing along the side of his neck, teasing the skin between his teeth before soothing it with his tongue. Lingering in this position for a few moments, Bellamy drew back and reached over to the ground for his pants. He pulled out the key from the pocket, holding it in front of Jackson, practically dangling it teasingly. "And what do i get for letting you out of them?" he questioned with a slightly raised eyebrow, a smirk still playing on his features. His other hand fell down to Jackson's entrance, the finger that Jackson had previously sucked clean toying in the area and slowly pushing inside Jackson.

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Jackson knew Bellamy was teasing about keeping him here all night, but he pouted at Bellamy anyway, enjoying the caress of Bellamy's hand on his thigh. He closed his eyes, tilting his head to give Bellamy better access to his neck as Bellamy kissed and nipped at it. Was Bellamy trying to turn him on again? If so, it was working, especially when Bellamy slipped his hand between his legs and pushed a finger inside him.

Jackson groaned, shifting a little into Bellamy's touch. "Anything you want if you keep doing that," he said, looking at Bellamy under half-lidded eyes.

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