With A Rebell Yell

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy couldn't help but smile with amusement at Jackson's response. Anything. Now that sounded tempting to explore. He probed his finger a little more before pulling out, tempted to push him to another orgasm, but also knowing the strain his arms must be under. While he was enjoying this position and height, he hadn't totally disregarded the angle that he was in. Bellamy's lips went to Jackson's once more, kissing him deeply before his hand reached for the cuffs and started to unlock them.

He pulled the metal restraints from around the post, finally freeing Jackson's hands as Bellamy set them on the side table. He turned to look back at Jackson, still taking in the sight of him and the mess they had made on each other. Eventually, they'd have to get cleaned up so he wanted to enjoy it while it lasted. Especially being this was the first time they had done anything like it. "Better?" He asked teasingly. Bellamy smiled, his hand slowly moving over Jackson's arm to caress it. "Turn around," he urged, knowing that with his hands no longer bound, he relinquished that control.

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As each of Jackson's arms were free, and Bellamy moved closer gain after putting the handcuffs to the side, Jackson took full advantage of being able to touch Bellamy again, pulling his close for a kiss. "Much," he answered, smiling when Bellamy asked him to turn around. "Give me a minute," he murmured. "You don't give food to someone who's been starving and tell them not to eat it right away." He kissed Bellamy deeply again, his hands sliding into Bellamy's hair, and down his body, caressing his chest, stomach, and hip, taking in being able to touch Bellamy again... like a starving man might devour a loaf of bread presented to him.

His arms did ache a little, which he hadn't noticed until now, but he kept kissing Bellamy for a little while longer, enjoying the feel of his skin. When he pulled away, breathless, he gave Bellamy a crooked smile. "Okay, now you can have anything." He drew his finger up his stomach, wiping his release from it and gliding it over Bellamy's lips, then rolled over like Bellamy asked him to, turning his head so that the cleaner side of his face was against the pillow.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy nearly forgot why he had told Jackson to turn over. With the first kiss, he was thoroughly lost in it. He could still taste part of him on his lips, smiling and giving a chuckle at Jackson's words, comparing the situation to that of a starving man offered food. And Bellamy didn't have a single complaint. He returned the kiss, breathing into it as he basked in the enjoyment of Jackson's hands all over him. They left a trail of warmth that coursed through his entire body, wanting to feel more and more of them. In his hair, on his chest and stomach, his hips.

Bellamy's lips moved more fervently against Jackson's, his hand going to the back of his head to press him closer, as close as they could possibly be. The embrace left him breathless once Jackson pulled out of it, complying with his words. Not before he wiped his release over Bellamy's lips. The guardsman folded his lips inward to savor the taste, needing a moment to collect his thoughts about what he was doing; why he had Jackson position himself on his stomach. He began to move over him, his legs on either side of him as Bellamy sat on his knees.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against Jackson's ears. "Don't worry. We have all night," he teased him, in regards to fulfilling his hunger and Bellamy having anything. Drawing his head back up, Bellamy's hands went to the back of Jackson's shoulders and started to massage them, his fingers gently pressing into his skin with adequate pressure, moving in circular motions to give his partner a massage, that he hoped would ease any pain of his arms having been strained upward. His hands started on his shoulders, but moved along his upper arms to. Simultaneously, he leaned down, kissing the back of Jackson's neck, sucking the skin for a moment.

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Jackson felt Bellamy move to straddle him, his words into Jackson's ear making him shiver. They did have all night, and Jackson wanted to savour every moment until they couldn't stay away any longer. When Bellamy's hands started to press into his shoulders, putting the perfect amount of pressure on the muscles there, Jackson couldn't help but groan, letting himself completely relax against the bed.

He groaned again as Bellamy hit the muscles that had been tense from being cuffed and kissed the back of his neck. He hadn't ever actually had a massage before, but he definitely was enjoying every one of Bellamy's touches. "Careful," he murmured, "I could get used to this."

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy couldn't resist a smile at Jackson's groans of enjoyment, this time for a very different reason. Bellamy's hands continued to work over the back of his shoulders, his upper arms, the nape of his neck, and slowly lowering down his back. "Good," he said in response to his partner's words. "Cause I don't pamper you enough," he teased, though the words weren't entirely without truth. He knew he wasn't an easy man to be with, but Jackson had taken a chance on him.

Bellamy felt he'd already betrayed that once with his recklessness . . . but he wouldn't do that again, as he had promised him. "Besides, feeling how tense you are, makes me realize I need to do a better job of helping you relax," he said with a continued teasing tone. He knew that Jackson's profession was stressful, so Bellamy wanted to do all he could to help him relax. To help him unwind and put him at ease.

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Jackson fully relaxed under Bellamy's touch. Apparently his fully relaxed still held tension in his muscles, because Bellamy was right. Occasionally Bellamy hit a part of his back that felt painfully tight, and Jackson let out a little pained noise while Bellamy worked it out. "You're probably not much better," he murmured. He knew Bellamy would probably be just as tense if they switched positions.

After Bell worked out another tight spot, Jackson smiled faintly. "Bell," he murmured. "Thank you." For this. For Bellamy even wanting to pamper him. For all of it. Everything they had. Then his smile turned into a grin. "I'd love it if you'd clean my face up, though."

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy knew that the brief pain was a good thing. The tightened knots in his back were slowly loosening and eventually disappearing with the pressure applied to it. The signs of tension felt in Jackson's back. Bellamy''s smile remained as Jackson spoke. "Let's just focus on you right now." It was so much easier for Bellamy to do that. They could worry about him later, and well, Bellamy couldn't deny how good it felt for someone to be worried about him. Though those feelings of not deserving it would forever remain, he guiltily took in the selfishness of being cared for, wanted, desired . . . loved by another.

Bellamy's smile softened, pausing for only a brief second when Jackson thanked him as the younger male's eyes rested on his partner's face. "You don't ever have to thank me for this," he assured him. "But you're welcome." His voice was sincere, soft, genuine in its meaning. The smile turned into a bit of a smirk at Jackson's next request as his hands continued to work his shoulders. With his eyes on Jackson, the reminder of his release, of him marking Jackson in this way . . . well, it looked damn good. He looked pretty damn good.

"I like seeing you this way," Bellamy said with a lowered head, his lips against Jackson's ear. "Seeing you marked like that," he further teased, lightly nipping his earlobe for a moment. He knew he could get a cloth and wipe him, but he was also too comfortable to move. So instead, he used a more natural method of cleaning, as his tongue glided along Jackson's cheek, taking in the taste of his skin Bellamy's come, as he proceeded to suck and lick parts of his stained face, clean, and enjoying taking his time with it.

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Jackson was happy that Bellamy seemed to accept the thanks Jackson had given him with a 'you're welcome'. It felt rare for Bellamy to not simply dismiss praise of any sort, and Jackson could tell by the tone of his voice that he meant it this time. He was still smiling when Bellamy leaned down and spoke into his ear, mentioning that he'd marked Jackson, and the combination of hearing that out loud and Bellamy's breath in his ear sent a little thrill through Jackson. He couldn't help the little noise of pleasure as Bellamy cleaned off his face with his mouth, but he told his body to behave and hoped it would listen.

"I liked you marking me," he said, a little breathless. "I'm yours, after all." He lifted his hands, reaching back to run it over Bellamy's thighs. "We should have done that sooner," he said, a small smile returning to his lips.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy smiled despite where his mouth was focused right now. He continued to glide his tongue along Jackson's skin, enjoying cleaning him up almost as much as dirtying him. "I liked it too," he admitted in a low voice. The sight of his release pouring over Jackson's face, was not one he was going to soon forget. He licked along his chin, before sucking it between his mouth, his teeth lightly grazing along it, clearly having his fun with the process. His words caused a wave of emotion to course through him. I'm yours. Bellamy knew that there wasn't much in this world that he could call his. Most all of it, he had lost. But Jackson . . . was all he had, and all he felt he needed to survive. He helped add light to a world of darkness.

In the absence of his sister, Bellamy didn't know what he would have done. What he did know, was that the man he loved had brought him back to life, and made him feel alive. There were no words that could adequately express how much he valued him, cared for him, or loved him. The sentiment was almost enough to make his eyes sting with tears, but fortunately, he didn't need to break the moment with his own over emotional state. "And I'm yours," he responded, thick with sincerity, as he placed a soft kiss on Jackson's lips, letting it linger for a moment before drawing back. His partner's hands running over his thighs left a warmth in their path.

A burning one, that made him fully realize just how much he'd missed Jackson's strong touch while having him cuffed. "We should have," he completely agreed. Sucking the skin of his cheek between his lips, he lapped his tongue over it a few more times, before speaking again. "But better late than never," he teased. One hand slipped between Jackson's legs, angling themselves under as he began to massage the sac of skin. "Though we should probably make up for lost time." The thought a thrilling one. "And you need to do a better job of it," he playfully stated, referring to Jackson marking him as he had . . . but of course knowing the difficulty considering his partner's very limited mobility at the time.

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Jackson let out a huff of a laugh at how Bellamy was cleaning him when he scraped his teeth over his chin. It was excessive and ridiculous, and Jackson loved it as much as Bell seemed to enjoy it. The tone in Bellamy's voice when he returned Jackson's words about being his, though, almost threatened to make Jackson emotional. The fact that they could have each other, could be each other's, in this world was incredible. Jackson knew in this moment that he would be forever grateful that he'd chosen basketball over sleep the day they'd met.

Then Bellamy continued, bringing Jackson's mind back to the present, bringing it back to sex before reaching back to massage him. So much for his body behaving! He let out a low groan as he felt himself already start to harden against the mattress. "You're insatiable. You're going to kill me with sex," he moaned, but he was smiling a little as his hands curled to grip Bellamy's thighs. He wanted to roll under Bellamy and fuck him like they were; he wanted to watch Bellamy work himself over his cock. "I'm not complaining, by the way," he added.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy couldn't help but chuckle at Jackson's tease, playfully accusing him of trying to kill him with sex. "Wouldn't be a bad way to go," he teased, fairly certain Jackson had said something similar to him in the past. Jackson added on for clarification that eh wasn't complaining, and it only made Bellamy continue to smile with amusement. "Are you sure?" He asked, kissing along the side of his neck. "Because, I can stop if you want . . . " His body seemed to have something else in mind though, causing Bellamy to tease it further by giving another firm squeeze before releasing him.

Wanting to see Jackson properly, Bellamy adjusted them a little, lifting up a bit so that he could turn Jackson on his back . . . now able to properly see him as Bellamy continued to straddle him. He then leaned down, kissing his partner deeply his hand gliding up and down his muscled arm. His clothing often concealed his incredible form, not doing justice to it. So Bellamy wanted to appreciate it -- him -- when he could. Drawing out of the kiss, Bellamy kept his forehead against Jackson's, folding his lips inward for a moment before slowly opening his eyes to look at his lover. "I want you inside me," he told him, leaning forward for another passionate kiss.

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Jackson only chuckled at Bellamy's tease that he might stop. He knew Bellamy well enough by now that Bellamy would never be the one to halt sex, unless there was a pressing reason. And there was currently no pressing reason. Jackson was more likely to stop them, but even with him, the chances of him doing so were negligible. He'd expected they'd stop needing to consume each other like this at every opportunity eventually, but it showed very little signs of stopping, and Jackson was more than okay with that.

He rolled under Bellamy when Bellamy lifted up a little, putting them exactly how Jackson wanted them, with Bellamy on top. He made a pleased noise into the kiss, enjoying the caress of Bellamy's hands over his skin, but he could touch back now too. His hands roamed Bellamy's broad chest, taking in its strength, before moving lower over Bellamy's well-defined abs. Bellamy's words shot renewed desire through him, and his hands slid to Bellamy's hips, pushing them down so that their cocks pressed together. "I want to watch you ride me," he said hungrily when the kiss broke.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy loved the feeling of Jackson's hands running over his body. While he had enjoyed restraining him, he couldn't deny how much he missed the feel of his touch. Something that they were well making up for now. Bellamy groaned with delight when Jackson pushed his hips down, causing their hardening cocks to be against each other. His words sent a thrill through Bellamy, the thought of it quite enticing. "Far be it from me not to give you what you want," he said teasingly, speaking against his lips during the kiss. Kissing him once more, he spit in his hand, lowering it to Jackson's cock to make him slick. His hand stroked over him a few times, making sure he was well coated and ready.

Bellamy's hand slowed to a halt, still wrapped around Jackson's cock. He shifted himself a little, widening his straddled position some while raisin himself. When he lowered back down, he angled Jackson's member and sunk down onto him. The feeling of being filled by his partner caused Bellamy to heavily exhale in the sheer pleasure. His head fell back a little, his hands on Jackson's hips as just basked in the sensation. Unable to keep himself idle for long, Bellamy slightly raised himself again, falling down deeper onto his cock, allowing him to sink further into him. He started to build a rhythm, rocking and lifting his hips, not moving too quickly but rather, enjoying it. Taking his time with it without being agonizingly slow. "Oh my god," he breathed, closing his eyes for a brief moment before opening them to make contact with his lover's.

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Jackson smiled at Bellamy's words, sucking in a soft breath as Bellamy prepared him. But then Bellamy sank down on top of Jackson and he couldn't help but groan. His hands had strayed to Bellamy's hips, but then ran over Bellamy's thighs as Bellamy sat on him, his head falling back a little. "God, you're beautiful," Jackson panted. It was true. The sight of Bellamy just taking in the feeling of having Jackson inside him was one of the most beautiful things he'd ever seen.

And then Bellamy started to move, and Jackson moved his hands up Bellamy's thighs again, brushing his fingers over Bellamy's cock to tease before ghosting them up Bellamy's stomach. The sensation of Bellamy moving over him was incredible, and it was going to be hard not to thrust for much longer, but right now the sight of Bellamy taking his own pleasure from Jackson's body was making Jackson even more achingly hard. It was like watching Bellamy play with himself, only Jackson was the toy. He stroked his hands up to Bellamy's chest and pinched lightly at his nipples, unable to look away through half-lidded eyes as he fought his body's urge to thrust. "So sexy."

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy closed his eyes, the pleasure all consuming as he moved up and down, rocking over Jackson's cock that grew harder by the second. He could feel it inside of him, making him feel whole whenever they were joined as one. His words adding to the already incredible sensation. Bellamy didn't think he was beautiful, but Jackson made him feel so. Made him feel wanted, desired. Not just physically but in an emotional sense. That had always been the more difficult part when it came to partnerships for Bellamy. But being with Jackson, felt so damn right. And knowing that he found him attractive. . . made his heart flutter a little. His hands on him made him move a little faster, adding more vigor to their actions, though still wanting to prolong it as best as he could.

Bellamy sharply inhaled when Jackson pinched his nipples, leaving no neglected nipple. That sting felt incredible. Bellamy's hands roamed over Jackson's chest, breathy grunts escaping the younger male as he felt small tears of sweat form on his forehead, practically somewhat bouncing over him. "Make me come with you," he said a little breathless. Jackson's hand had teasingly moved over him earlier, but he wanted to feel it fully on his member. He wanted him to stroke him rather than doing it himself. Even if he just cleaned Jackson up . . . he just wanted to feel his partner on him. Working him, as he currently worked over Jackson.