Radioactive Beans

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Jackson's own body was aching for release, but he actually laughed softly when Bellamy said he had to be kidding him. "Not in the least," he murmured against Bellamy's lips, then didn't answer when Bellamy asked how long he was going to keep this up. As much as his body told him that coming was the goal, and as much as it protested having been denied that, he couldn't deny that his movements over Bellamy felt even betting now, his body in a heightened state of arousal. He could only assume Bellamy felt the same way.

He wondered how far he could drive Bellamy, if he could get Bellamy to beg to come. "This doesn't feel good?" he whispered, groaning at the feel of Bellamy's hand on his ass. he lowered his head to kiss and suck at Bellamy's neck, releasing Bellamy's hand on him so that he could stroke him again. He lifted the hand to pluck lightly at Bellamy's nipple as he sped his pace again, not too fast, but just enough to build them to the point of no return again before stopping. He felt flooded with pleasure and desire, unable to stop the moans, but he wanted to see how high and desperate he could make them. "Oh, God, Bellamy, what you do to me..."

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Jackson's laugh caused Bellamy to give him a mock look of disapproval, though it hardly lasted, his expression glossed over with the aching need. Besides, he loved hearing Jackson's laugh. He loved the once rare sound, that he now had the privilege and honor of hearing more frequently. Even if right now, it was at Bellamy's expense. When he asked him if it didn't feel good, Bellamy wanted to protest. But he knew he couldn't exactly lie. "It does," he groaned. "But it could feel better," he teased. He needed more of him, he needed to find that point of ecstatic bliss. Then he would let Jackson tease him all he wanted.

Right now . . . he was desperate for that release, and hoped his partner would give it to him -- despite past instances where Bellamy had ignored his lover's pleas for some time. He groaned again, swallowing with Jackson's lips at his neck, his hand plucking his sensitive tip . . . it all felt so good. Bellamy raised his head a little to try and reach Jackson from his angle, kissing the side of his head, nipping at what he could. But he was forced to sink his head against the pillow once more when Jackson started to pick up the pace. Thank god. Bellamy's hand started gliding over Jackson's cock, content with giving him some pleasure now that he was giving into Bellamy's desires. But the thought had hit him too soon, because Jackson once again, stopped right when they were at that edge that would have pushed him over.

A sound of protest left him, louder than before. His nails dug into the cheek of his ass, his hand squeezing his cock as it stopped stroking him. Both somewhat involuntary actions serving as an outlet of the pain over Jackson's denying him. "Son of a bitch," he groaned, cursing more at the situation than at his partner. Though he wasn't far from cursing at him either. Bellamy's chest heaved, his jaw clenching as he tried to get some movement though couldn't. "Well what the hell are you doing to me?" He questioned breathlessly, in response to Jackson's own words, that same playful frustration in his voice. Finding any sort of composure seemed impossible right now as he looked at Jackson through heavily lidded eyes.

"When I encouraged you to ride me, this isn't exactly what I had in mind," he told him. His hand on Jackson's cock went to his arm to strongly pull him down so that Bellamy could firmly capture his lips in a fervently heated kiss, pouring out his need into the embrace, uncaring about being gentle in the kiss. He only ended it so that he could speak. His words holding a desperate demand to them. "Make us come," he panted, needing to. He nipped at Jackson's chin, sucking it for a moment before continuing. "Let me fill you." As if trying to make the thought enticing enough for Jackson to actually comply with.

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It was significantly harder to laugh at Bellamy's reaction this time, because Jackson felt like he almost couldn't breathe at first. It was almost painful now how much his body wanted to come, his heart racing, his entire body feeling like it was on fire with need. "Just... want this to last," he barely managed to get out. Though it was becoming apparent that he probably couldn't keep this up too much longer. Not with Bellamy's nails biting into his skin, or with Bellamy kissing him like his was. Jackson moaned loudly into the kiss, almost wanting to come just from the pleasure that that sent through, him, but he managed to breath through it.

When he felt like he could move again, once Bellamy's words no longer threatened to send him over the edge, he started to move again. "You want me to make us come?" he said breathlessly, building up his speed ad he felt Bellamy resume stroking his cock. He kissed Bellamy hard, his tongue sliding against Bellamy's desperately. "You want to come, Bell?" he whispered against his lips, feeling tension start to coil low in his body until he was too close. He stopped them again, gasping for breath. "Oh, fuck," he said, unable to disguise his own desperation. "How bad do you want it? he panted, kissing Bellamy again.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

He wanted this to last. Bellamy could understand that, usually. But right now, he felt maddened with need. Which numbed all other rational thought and logic. Even the ability to form coherent sentences was getting increasingly difficult. He asked almost teasingly if he wanted them to come. "Yes!" Bellamy breathed, a strong urgency in his voice, his back arching a little. He asked the question again, and Bellamy just groaned in response, wanting to tell him to do it, to let him come, to let them come. And finally, he was moving over them again. The possibility of Jackson stopping didn't even enter Bellamy's mind -- despite the pattern of him having done it twice before.

"Oh yeah," he breathed in intense pleasure, trying to gain some leverage by meeting each thrust but it was difficult considering the continued hindered position Jackson had put him in. So when he stopped, a pained sound, strained with the loss fell from his lips, louder than before. It was too much. He slightly lifted his head from the pillow only to hit it back down against it, as if to express some of that deprivation and the abrupt and severely painful loss of being denied yet again. Breathy curses escaped him repeatedly, countering Jackson's own as the younger male tried to compose himself once again. But it was to no avail. Jackson asked him how bad he wanted it, and then kissed him.

Bellamy returned the kiss, hard, his hand moving from his cock and tightly gripping a fistful of Jackson's hair, pressing his head against him as he slipped his tongue intrusively between Jackson's lips. He was in part using this as a distraction, but also, as a way to pour out that frustration in some form of physical contact. His hand that had been on Jackson's ass, moved to his partner's shoulders. "I'm not gonna tell you," he breathed against him, nipping on his bottom lip. Then, in one swift motion, he used his strength to flip them around. In this altered position, Jackson was now on his stomach against the bed, while Bellamy used his weight to position himself on top of him. He lowered his head to Jackson's ear, breathing into it.

"I'm just going to show you," his voice deeper than usually, slightly gruff from all the sounds he'd made of both enjoyment and deprivation. With that, he adjusted them a little more, moving Jackson so that he was a little more on his knees that were parted, his ass facing up and his upper body lowered more onto the bed. Bellamy took his own position, starting on his knees before hunching over so that his chest was pressed against Jackson's back. Each of his hands went to Jackson's, holding them against the bed on either side of him. Satisfied with his position that shifted the control, Bellamy deeply thrust into Jackson. He didn't even wait, the build up too much for him to slow his actions.

Instead, he just pushed into him, again and again, grunts and groans falling from his lips, stifling them by sucking on the back of Jackson's neck. His hands continued their hold on Jackson's, limiting his mobility just as Jackson had done to him, only in a different way. He also was conscious of the fact that he wasn't providing any relief to Jackson's own cock. Whether he would come from this or not, he wasn't entirely certain. And fully intended to tease out his own orgasm in playful revenge.

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Jackson moaned into the kiss, their tongue almost battling as their obvious frustration and desperation was becoming difficult to control. Bellamy's fingers in his hair tugged against his scalp in a way that both hurt but also felt good, felt right right now. And then before Jackson knew it, Bellamy turned him and pressed him to the bed on his stomach, pressing his weight against him. Jackson didn't think it was possible to be more turned on right now, but he was, as Bellamy spoke in his ear. "Oh, God, yes!" he moaned in response.

As Bellamy positioned him, completely and totally dominating him, not even allowing his hands to move, Jackson couldn't help moaning again as Bellamy started to fuck him. Every thrust brought a noise of pleasure and need from Jackson's lips, enjoying the way Bellamy took from him and the noises Bellamy was making, and the feel of him roughly moving inside of him. He cursed under his breath again, then whimpered. Bellamy wasn't touching his cock. He was far too turned on to lose his erection, but he needed Bellamy to touch him. "Bellamy, please" he pleaded. "You feel so good, so fucking good, please touch me."

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

As if Bellamy wasn't already completely worked up . . . Jackson's responses, verbal and non verbal, were more than encouraging. Were further bringing him to his release. Jackson's whispered curse would have prompted Bellamy to smirk, had his features not been somewhat twisted from the long awaited vigor needed. And he had no intention of stopping. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer, but was also enjoying prolonging Jackson's orgasm. "Hurts, doesn't it?" He breathed against Jackson, his lips going from the back of his neck to his ear, nibbling on the shell of it before continuing.

"To want to be touched. To want to find your release." His voice spoken between each pant, breathless due to the enthusiasm in which he was thrusting into Jackson. He was taunting his partner, and found some semblance of teasing revenge in his words. His hands didn't move from the position, still pinning his against the bed. Bellamy then used his knee to slightly straighten Jackson's leg, just enough that he was a bit flatter against the bed. Bellamy adjusted position with him, not losing his momentum inside as he thrust.

With Jackson flat against the bed, his movements caused Jackson's cock to rub against the surface of the bed. While it was minimal, and what Bellamy hoped wasn't enough to get him off; it was meant as a tease. Bellamy would tend to his partner . . . eventually. "How does that feel?" He further taunted him, his lips against his cheek, tongue snaking along his jaw line. "Better than my hand or mouth?" He groaned, throbbing inside of Jackson, knowing that it would only take a few more powerful thrusts until he finally came.

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Oh, God, Bellamy was teasing him now, and Jackson couldn't do anything about it the way Bellamy had him pinned. Jackson loved the way it felt when he partner aggressively dominated him like this, letting Bellamy have ultimate control over him. And he supposed he deserved to be teased after what he'd been doing to Bellamy, but Bellamy had to know he was in just as much need as he had been before Bellamy shifted their positions. Jackson turned his head a little, helping Bellamy reach his ear, the feeling of his mouth and teeth against it driving more need into Jackson.

And then Bellamy shifted them again, flattening him to the bed so that his cock got some small amount of friction from the bed. "Oh my God," he moaned, unable to stop himself as Bellamy licked along his jaw. It was getting harder and harder to think straight, and he thought he might just come against the sheets any minute. "Better," he groaned, thrusting against the mattress himself as Bellamy slammed into him, trying for more friction. "Want more. Please!"

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy could feel Jackson under him, trying to rub his cock against the bed to give him some sort of relief. It sent a thrill through Bellamy, enjoying feeling the desperate need for it, since Bellamy had earlier expressed his own need. But then he vocalized wanting more, pleading for more. Bellamy would have smiled had his face not been so overcome with the building need, and the anticpated release. Realizing how much more incredible it could be if they both came at the same time, was perhaps what made Bellamy's decision for him. He slightly lifted Jackson's ass, only enough that he could slip his hand to his cock, starting to rapidly stroke him to catch him up on the missed time.

His other hand still held Jackson's against the bed, while he sat up just a little bit more. Bellamy's breathing became shorter and rapid, panting, groaning, his throbbing and frantic movements both in his thrusts and strokes finally reaching that ultimate goal. With a final sound of pleasure, Bellamy came, and he came hard deep inside of Jackson, his head falling back from the impact of it.

Simultaneously, he felt his hand flood with Jackson's own release, the joint orgasm and aching build up of it certainly intensifying the experience of coming. Bellamy's upper body hunched over Jackson, trying to catch his breath as he felt like he was in a haze of pure euphoria. Having been deprived of his partner for weeks, then denied three times, and now this . . . it was all just so damn overwhelming, in the best way possible.

Bellamy's soaked hand went to Jackson's face, cupping his cheek, uncaringly smearing Jackson's release onto his face but not without purpose. He turned his head a little so that Bellamy could lower his own to meet it, kissing him lazily, deeply, pouring out just how powerful this was. Letting the embrace linger, Bellamy felt limply to Jackson's side, lying on his back as his chest continued to heave, still panting as his arm raised, resting over his forehead.

He turned to look at Jackson, enjoying the sight of the fluid dripping from him in two places. "That was . . . " Words were apparently difficult to form, feeling as if his heart was going to beat right out of his chest. It had been amazing. Phenomenal. "Oh my god," Bellamy just settled with, a breathy chuckle escaping him as he just continued to keep his head slightly turned to watch the beautiful man next to him.

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The orgasm that hit Jackson when Bellamy finally gave him what he needed was probably one of the best in his life. His body flooding with pleasure at the feel of Bellamy filling him with his release, all the desire built up over five weeks of not having sex, combined with the tension of having denied himself three times, and been denied touch from Bellamy, was overwhelming. He couldn't even bring himself to care when Bellamy smeared his face with his come, he just kissed Bellamy back with a moan, letting Bellamy feel just how perfect this was for him.

When Bellamy settled at his side, Jackson wanted to move to wrap his arms around him, but he didn't feel like he could, so he just closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath. He was going to regret this extended, vigorous session in the morning when he was tired at work, but it had been entirely worth it. He couldn't help but chuckle himself at Bellamy's words. "That about sums it up," he murmured, opening his eyes again to look at the man he loved more than anything.

He smiled softly, taking Bellamy's wrist and guiding it to Bellamy's mouth, wanting to watch Bellamy lick his release of his hand.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Another breathy chuckle fell from Bellamy's lips at his partner's agreement with his words. Really, there were no words to describe how incredible that had been. All he could do was bask in the aftermath, realizing that it was taking time to come down from that high and part of him hoped he never did. At least not before he went to bed. His eyes looked over Jackson, only now recognizing that he had shown practically no restraint with him. And silently hoped he wasn't the reason that his lover was sore in the morning. But the thought of it kept a smile on his lips.

Not that he wanted Jackson to be in pain, but the reason for it . . . well, he couldn't help but be amused. He would apologize for it tomorrow if such was the case. Right now, he was enjoying the aftermath too much. He watched Jacksons hand as it went to his wrist, guiding it to his mouth and understood what it was he wanted. Bellamy started from the bottom of his hand, and in one long glide, from the top of his wrist, along his palm, to the tip of his finger, Bellamy soaked in the test of Jackson's release. He moaned with delight at the delicious taste of it. Something he once again, hadn't experienced for some time. "You taste so good," he vocalized, repeating the action as he put two fingers in his mouth to suck them clean, purposely taking his time with it, relishing in the taste that was Jackson.

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Jackson let out a slow breath as he watched Bellamy clean his hand off. If his body wasn't already completely spent, it would have been a huge turn on to watch. Whether or not he was capable of renewed arousal right now or not, it was still sexy, hearing Bellamy moan at the taste. It occurred to him that he hadn't tasted Bellamy in some time, and he decided absently that tomorrow night Bellamy was going to get the best blow job of his life.

He smiled when Bellamy said he tasted good, letting out a breathy noise of desire as Bellamy sucked his fingers slowly, even though he wasn't excited again. Right now, his body felt like it was floating, so relaxed and tingling, buzzing with the aftermath of their sex. "You can clean me up too, if you like it that much," he said, his eyes never looking away from what Bellamy was doing.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy smiled with amusement, a slight glimmer of mischeviousness in his eyes at Jackson's suggestion. He loved the way his partner looked at him. It warmed his heart; made him feel valued. Like someone could care about him. That someone did care about him. That he didn't look at him the same way the others Bellamy loved did. Jackson was special. And Bellamy knew he could never truly express just how much. "Making me do all the work?" He teased, before letting his tongue glide over his other fingers, licking back down to the spots on his palm that he had missed. Jackson's suggestion was enticing though. And Bellamy decided that he had missed his taste too much; the thought of cleaning him up too enticing to pass up.

Somehow, Bellamy found the necessary strength to move. His hands went to Jackson's shoulders, gently pushing him onto his back. Bellamy remained in an upright position, his head lowering to Jackson's chest, kissing down and along it, one of his hands moving over Jackson to the other side of the bed to brace himself up. He kissed down along his chest, appreciating his well formed body with every part of his mouth.

When he got to his cock, he took him into his mouth, fully, using his saliva and tongue to clean him off. He moved his head down and then slowly up, before repeating the action in long drawn out motions, not withdrawing Jackson from his mouth fully. He groaned from the enjoyment of it, not necessarily doing this to get him off . . . but there was pleasure in it, that was for sure. And there was no harm if Jackson were to somehow get excited again. Though, he figured they were both still reeling from their recent orgasm.

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Jackson chuckled at Bellamy's words, but the exhaustion from having been overworking himself was slowly creeping back in. If he wasn't just so damn happy to have Bellamy back, if he didn't have the burning desire to just be with Bellamy in this moment, he might have passed out as soon as he came. "I'm too tired, and you helped make the mess," he said, smiling faintly as he watched Bellamy through half-lidded eyes.

He closed his eyes, enjoying the way Bellamy kissed down his body, over his chest and stomach to his cock. Jackson let out a small moan at the feel of Bellamy's mouth around his soft member. Jackson felt more sensitive than normal, and even if there was no sign of getting hard again right now, Bellamy's mouth felt good on him. Jackson sucked in a sharp breath at the vibrations of Bellamy's groan, then let out a breathy laugh as a thought occurred to him. "Besides, if I could clean myself like that, we probably would have never met," he teased, a lazy smile on his face.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Amusement crept into Bellamy at Jackson's words of having helped him make the mess. He could hear the sound of enjoyment escaping him amidst his thorough actions of cleaning off his partner. When he felt like he had, he slowly withdrew from him with a wet pop. "I seem to remember someone practically begging me to help you make the mess," Bellamy teased him, referring to his plea to touch him. One that Bellamy hadn't been able to deny in the moment.

He lowered his head back down, sucking the tip of his cock, now mostly slick with Bellamy's saliva from his cleaning. Satisfied with his work, he collapsed once again next to Jackson, lying on his back as exhaustion started to creep in. The mixture of the journey back and their actions certainly starting to take their toll on him.

"Well I'm glad you couldn't then," he told him in response to his words. Turning his head to look at his lover. "Because I don't know what I would do without you," though there was a playfulness in his words, there was also a strong truth. A sincerity. That Bellamy couldn't imagine his life without Jackson, and never wanted to. As if to solidify that he didn't need to, he leaned toward him, lightly kissing his lips.

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Jackson just huffed a laugh at Bellamy's words, enjoying the last bit of Bellamy sucking him clean. When Bellamy withdrew the warm heat of his mouth and settled next to Jackson again, Jackson reached for the covers, pulling them up around them both. He didn't miss how Bellamy ignored to come on his face. He'd left it there long the first night Jackson had asked him to mark him, obviously enjoying the sight of it. But he knew he'd probably fall asleep pretty quickly once he was settled.

"I don't know what I'd do without you either," he said, smiling. While his tone was light, he meant the words with all his heart. He returned Bellamy's kiss, settling against his side and kissing him again. "You missed a spot," he murmured when the second kiss broke, turning his head to offer his cheek to Bellamy.

Tag: Bellamy Blake