Iah Know It Wasn't Me

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Isaiah Riggs

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Bellamy gaze remained on Isaiah. Watching him, soft intent unwavering in his expression. Even Bellamy could see that Isaiah was considering it. An unspoken challenge in Bellamy's words, meant to empower Isaiah. To make the first move. Bellamy was fairly certain that at some point, either of them would . . . but this moment felt right. And Bellamy could feel the anticipation start to course through him, in the steady beating of his heart.

The way that Isaiah inched closer toward him, eyes darting to his lips, before meeting his own eyes. As if needing that silent affirmation that it was ok. That this was what Bellamy wanted too. And it sure as well was. Which the guardsmsan hoped was evident on the way he was looking at him, a slight smile on his lips, subdued only by the building tension . . . inching closer toward the outlet of desire that they could unleash on one another.

Finally, it had came. Well worth the wait for the magnitude and impact of the reward. Bellamy slowly closed his eyes, his body suddenly flooded with warmth at the soft touch of Isaiah's lips. It felt incredible. It validated the connection that he had felt between them; a single kiss holding so much power. A smile danced on his lips before fully conforming, positioning them in a way to encourage the embrace.

Bellamy breathed into the kiss, his hand that had been on his shoulder, slowly gliding up the side of his neck and to Isaiah's cheek, his thumb caressing the soft, darkened skin that was a beauty to bold behold and touch. No longer was there the need for reservations. Bellamy slowly coaxed Isaiah's mouth open, tentatively, carefully, still testing the waters as he used the same care when gently slipping his tongue inside his lips. Non intrusively with each slow movement, but with the deepening of the kiss, Bellamy felt an eagerness to explore Isaiah more, as he titled his head to the side a little to better angle him against the younger male.

[Isaiah Riggs]

Bellamy Blake <3 The sparks that Isaiah had felt from Bellamy's touch on his arm were also felt at the touch of their tips. The warmth spread from his lips, enveloping his body and making all of him aware of the wonder of what was happening. That he was kissing Bellamy. All the tension built up through their evening together let out in the simple contact. The look that Bellamy had given as Isaiah had leaned in had told him that this was what Bellamy wanted and that was only just then confirmed by the way he reacted to the kiss. By the way his lips moved and his hand came to rest softly on Isaiah's cheek. Bellamy's lips were soft and warm, and they felt like everything Isaiah had expected they would when his gaze had rested on them.  Isaiah lifted his hand to Bellamy's cheek, mirroring the other male. His thumb brushed over the soft skin and the freckles he had taken note of earlier, the ones that looked so beautiful on Bellamy's face. When Bellamy moved to deepen the kiss, Isaiah allowed him to and encouraged him to, making a pleased noise as his lips parted. He melted towards Bellamy, his free hand going to rest at Bellamy's waist. The feeling of Bellamy's tongue against his own sent a shiver down his spine and his let his hand slid back into Bellamy's hair to deepen the kiss even more. When finally Isaiah moved to ease out of the kiss, he had to pause to breathe before he could speak. "Wow," he breathed out first, a smile lighting up his face. "Can't say I expected that this morning."

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Isaiah Riggs

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Isaiah's touch was so soft. Coursing another sensational warmth through Bellamy in addition to the one his lips were providing him with. He could feel his lips respond to the unsaid question; the testing of the waters no longer needing to be tested as he was given access to deepen the kiss. Silent permission that Bellamy went ahead with. He moaned in the kiss, Isaiah's own sound encouraging, pleasing, beautiful.

Bellamy's tongue eagerly, gently explored Isaiah's mouth, caressing his inner walls, gliding along the younger male's tongue in a playful battle for dominance. He tasted so damn good; quenching a thirst that Bellamy had been unknowingly burning for. The man's hand in his hair, a soothing gesture that only made Bellamy press his lips against him a little harder, his thumb continuing to move along the soft skin of his cheek.

Too soon it was over as Isaiah eased out of the kiss. Bellamy belatedly opened his eyes, basking in the feeling a little longer before he slowly opened theme, looking at Isaiah with a gaze glossed over with the magnitude of their kiss. A softness in his expression, unguarded in his gaze. His lips curling into a smile to match it. Wow. Now that was the perfect response; basically summing up all that Bellamy felt too. And his bright smile . . . Bellamy found it so incredibly alluring; radiating. Beautiful.

"That makes two of us," Bellamy agreed, when Isaiah spoke of how he hadn't expected this this morning. Neither had Bellamy. "Just so you know," he began to say, leaning forward to place a trail of light kisses along Isaiah's well defined jaw. "I don't normally do this with. . . " he said in between each kiss, making his way along his jaw. "People I've questioned," he finally got out, a tease in his words -- though not without truth. A small playful remark regarding their initial moment. The feeling of Isaiah's skin so addictive that Bellamy could not resist continuing the trail of kisses to his cheek, his hand on his opposite cheek slowly sliding to the back of Isaiah's head.

[Isaiah Riggs]

Bellamy Blake <3 Isaiah took advantage of those few seconds before Bellamy opened his eyes. His eyes traced over Bellamy's face, over his beautiful freckles and beautiful nose, over his defined jaw and the lips that he just had the pleasure to kiss. To see Bellamy from such a close position, to see the way his face was so open and so relaxed, it was nothing but beautiful. Intimate and beautiful. Isaiah could have stayed memorising his face for longer, appreciating that beauty but as Bellamy's eyes opened, he locked gazes with the beautiful man. His expression and the smile told Isaiah just how much they both felt the same, how much they both enjoyed the kiss they shared. Isaiah's heart fluttered at the knowledge that he caused the open smile. The agreement from Bellamy brought a soft chuckle from Isaiah's lips, finding humor in the way the day had taken such a sharp turn. From tears and worry to this. If someone had told Isaiah earlier that he would be kissing Bellamy by the evening, he would have called them crazy but it all felt so right. Everything. Even the way that Bellamy's lips were now beginning to kiss along his jaw, words filling the space in between the small touches of Bellamy's lips to Isaiah's skin. Isaiah's eyes shut at the kisses, humming as he listened to Bellamy's teasing words. "I'm a lucky guy then," Isaiah said, not with a tease to his voice but with complete sincerity because he felt so lucky in that moment. Enjoying the feel of Bellamy's lips to his skin, he let the kisses continue for a few more moments before he turned his head to catch those soft lips in a new kiss. Less tentative than the last kiss, Isaiah used the hand still in Bellamy's hair to pull them closer together as he parted their lips. Bellamy tasted just as amazing as he felt. The softness of his lips and the taste of his mouth came together perfectly to make Isaiah want more. He didn't plan on pulling away as quickly as he had before. His hand slid around from Bellamy's waist to his back, pulling them as close as possible without forcing them onto each other's laps.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Isaiah Riggs

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From the first time he heard it, Bellamy had immediately loved Isaiah's laugh. It sounded so, pure. So melodic. A beautiful sound incredibly fitting from the man it came from. A reminder and honor that he could draw such a noise from him . . . and not just stain his eyes with tears. The guilt truly starting to diminish and replaced with the intrigue of exploring this newfound intimacy between them. He felt like he could kiss Isaiah like this all night long. The addictive taste and feel of him, an assault on all of Bellamy's senses. Craving more and enjoying the tenderness that so easily existed. He huffed a breath of amusement when Isaiah spoke of how he was a lucky guy then.

Bellamy couldn't perceive anyone being with him as lucky. Right now, with how incredible Isaiah felt . . . Bellamy was fairly certain that he was the lucky one. Privileged to be in his presence and permitted to touch him like this. Bellamy didn't know if it was a frequent occurrence for the younger male. Nor did it matter in this moment. Only the fact that they were together right now. His path was interrupted by Isaiah's lips . . . a most welcome interruption as Bellamy immediately deepened the embrace, reading into Isaiah's movements. Less unsure, more eager to taste each other once more. Bellamy breathed into the kiss once more, another quiet moan indicating of his enjoyment. The hand on his hair pressing them closer together was perfect. Adding to the moment. As did Isaiah's hand on his back.

Bellamy's hand slowly slid up Isaiah's thigh, before moving back down, a repeated motion, a caressing touch on his leg. Bellamy didn't even realize that he was leaning forward, thus moving Isaiah back until the younger male's back was against the couch, and Bellamy positioned on top of him. Things didn't certainly have to pass this; it didn't have to go beyond what was happening right now. But just wanted to feel Isaiah against his body. One hand trailing down his side, over his shirt, yearning to touch the skin of his chest but not moving that quickly yet. His chest pressed against Isaiah's firm one. The warmth of his body against Bellamy's was incredible. His lips once again eased out of the kiss, but did not go far as he kissed the corner of Isaiah's mouth, down to his chin, and moving to the side of his neck as he kissed along the plains of it.

[Isaiah Riggs]

Bellamy Blake The moan that came from Bellamy's lips was magical. Isaiah loved that sound and he hadn't known it until know but he needed to hear it. To hear it again and again. It encouraged his movements. His fingertips moving over Bellamy's back, through his shirt but aching to feel Bellamy's soft skin. His teeth nipping at Bellamy's bottom lip before moving back into the kiss with more passion. Isaiah completely lost himself in the kiss. A man that found himself more comfortable in touches than words, Isaiah had no need to push himself in this situation, no need to step out of his comfort zone now that the first move had been made and he knew that this was what both of them wanted. This was comfortable, it was exciting and Isaiah was sure he could kiss Bellamy's soft lips all night long. Isaiah's hand tightened in Bellamy's hair at the caress of his thigh, the touch bringing both warmth and excitement. A soft moan escaped his lips. He let Bellamy push him back against the couch, holding no complaints about them being closer. He even encouraged it, his hand on Bellamy's back pulling them together to feel the warmth of Bellamy's body. To feel their chests together, even with the fabric between them. It felt amazing. There was a moment of disappointment as Bellamy eased out of the kiss, where he missed the touch and the taste of the kiss but a smile moved onto his lips as Bellamy's lips trailed down to this neck. He tilted his head back as a soft pleased noise escaped from him. His hand in Bellamy's hair moved out of the soft locks, finger tips lightly trailing down the back of his neck and under the edge of his shirt. Bellamy's skin was soft and warm, and Isaiah's hand spread flat, moving over the area of his back and shoulders that could be reached.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Isaiah Riggs

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Bellamy was basking in each sound made by Isaiah. Each moan, each pleased noise that served as further encouragement for everything they were doing. Bellamy was fairly certain he could spend the entire night just touching him, kissing him, listening to him. When there was no protest of the shift in position, Bellamy grew more comfortable as he lay atop the younger male. His lips continuing down the skin of his neck, another moan when feeling Isaiah's hand caress the skin of his back, slipping under the fabric of his shirt. Bellamy had to fight the temptation to just remove the hindering article of clothing; so that he could properly be felt by Isaiah. And then do the same to his shirt so that their bodies could be felt against one another.

It would only intensify the warmth he was currently feeling right now. Instead, Bellamy settled on moving his hand under Isaiah's shirt, sliding up his slide as he continued to kiss him. He knew that he had to bring forth that topic of conversation before he got too lost in the moment. Caught up in this physical intimacy, that was slowly building into an aching need. "We don't have to go further than this if you don't want to," Bellamy said in a low voice, between the kisses he was enjoying placing on Isaiah.

His taste so addictive. Truth be told, Bellamy didn't know Isaiah's preference. Did he do this often? Had he never had sex before? It wasn't a conversation they needed to have in great depth, but enough to ensure that Bellamy placed no pressure on Isaiah when it came to such things. "So just, tell me what you what," he asked, almost seductively, as his lips moved up the front of his neck, his tongue briefly gliding along Isaiah's Adam's apple in a deepened kiss, his hand still caressing the side of the younger male's upper body.

[Isaiah Riggs]

Bellamy Blake Took me all day to work out what Isaiah's answer would be...apparently he can be a total dickhead sometimes and not help me -.- It took a moment for Bellamy's words to actually register in Isaiah's mind. He was so focused on everything physical. The warmth of Bellamy laying on top of him and the softness of his skin under Isaiah's hand. The way Bellamy's lips felt so amazing on his neck and the way his hand was leaving trails of sparks up Isaiah's side, the contact of skin there burning in a way that felt so right, even in how gentle the touch was. Isaiah was too focused on the now and the moment to be thinking of where their actions could lead. He hadn't even put any thought into if he even wanted them to go anywhere. Walking back to Bellamy's apartment, he hadn't even been completely sure if this would happen. His body was thinking about it, he knew that for sure. His mind wasn't particularly wondering too far ahead. How could he when Bellamy's touches and moans were taking so much of his attention?  As much as he wanted more of Bellamy's touch and as much as he wanted to touch Bellamy more, he was letting himself become lost in the newness of it all, taking everything in and feeling no reason to think about pushing things too far ahead. But if he were to be completely honest, he held no reserves about doing more with Bellamy. The connection that they obviously had, the success their date had been even after the way their first meeting had gone...it wasn't like Bellamy was a stranger to Isaiah. "I want to if you do," he answered in a voice hardly above a whisper, his voice shaking slightly on the words with the confession they held. "To do more." His breath caught as Bellamy's mouth moved over his adam's apple.  This was familiar. The touches and kisses, ones that stayed mostly above the waist. It wasn't too different to what Isaiah had done before. He'd had a couple partners in the past, both girls and while he didn't really care about that Bellamy was a guy, he knew sex would be different. As Isaiah's hand continued caressing Bellamy's back, it wasn't something he could be inexperienced at. When things went further, he would be. As much as he was growing excited there with Bellamy, maybe his inexperience should have been enough to say he didn't want to move further. It was a first date after all. He moved his hand out from under Bellamy's shirt, trailing it down over the fabric so that he could tuck it under the hem and feel more of Bellamy's skin. Wanting to feel more of that warmth but also putting off the words he knew he needed to say. "I haven't been with a guy before," he said, thankful that he could avoid Bellamy's eyes to say it due to the insecurity he felt in admitting it.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Isaiah Riggs

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Bellamy found it rather difficult to form coherent thoughts, with everything else Isaiah was causing to stir within him. But, he also knew the importance of this kind of conversation. It was one that needed to be hand. It was imperative. Because Bellamy would never forgive himself if he pressured Isaiah, or put him in a situation where he was clearly uncomfortable. It was one thing doing it in a professional environment. But this was personal. More meaningful and intimate. Bellamy wasn't going to do anything to compromise the amazing connection they already had.

The gentle caress of Isaiah's hands increased the difficulty to remain focused on the conversation. But the younger male was opening up. Explaining that he wanted to do more, if Bellamy did. And then his latter admittance, clearly causing a slight pause. he had never been with a guy before. Bellamy didn't differentiate between gender. It was more about the person that drew him to them.

He drew his head back a little to look intently into Isaiah's eyes, a softness there, and a smile to mirror his gaze. He leaned forward to kiss Isaiah's lips, as if to offer him a reassurance, that it was ok. That it was completely fine. That they could move this at a pace he was comfortable with. Easing out of the embrace, Bellamy rested his forehead against the younger male's, taking a moment to catch his breath so that he could properly respond. "Do you want to be with one now?" Bellamy asked him, forcing his lips not to return to kissing Isaiah so that he could form a clear answer.

"Are you ready to be with one?" Those two questions rather different, because the answers could be opposite of each other. Bellamy's hand gliding over the male's skin, tucked under his shirt still didn't move from its position. "I want that too," Bellamy finally said, in reference to Isaiah's earlier confession. He couldn't fight the temptation for long though.

His hands moved to the bottom of Isaiah's shirt and slowly started to pull it up, moving slow enough so that he could stop him if he wanted to. "We can go slow," he added in a low whispered voice, deeper than his usual tone. "If you let me . . . cause I want you." And to know that he wanted this too, allowed him that reassurance that it was mutual. An assurance that made him continue to pull Isaiah's shirt up, as if waiting for him to stop him before he reached under his shoulders and would need the younger male's help.

[Isaiah Riggs]

Bellamy Blake BELLIAH <3 Isaiah could feel Bellamy's gaze on his face, even if he couldn't quite see it due to the fact that for that moment, he was avoiding it. Instead his eyes were looking at Bellamy's chin, at that way it was well defined and the light, hardly visible shadow of stubble. He was avoiding Bellamy's gaze because of that sudden insecurity he had felt in admitting that he hadn't been with a guy before, even though he knew it was a bit silly to be doing so. Once the short moment passed, Isaiah looked back up to meet Bellamy's gaze and caught a sight that he didn't expect. Soft eyes and a smile to match. A breath left Isaiah. His hand was still moving along the soft skin of Bellamy's back but it paused as he took in the expression.  It really shouldn't have been a surprise to Isaiah, from everything he had seen of Bellamy. From that little act of kindness that Bellamy had shown after the questioning which had first taken Isaiah's attention. Instead of showing Isaiah judgement or disappointment like he had to admit he was expecting, Bellamy showed kindness. The kiss spoke as much as Bellamy's face had. "I want to be with you," Isaiah replied because there was no other answer he could give. He didn't know if he wanted to be with a guy, that wasn't what mattered. What mattered was that he wanted to be with Bellamy, if it happened that night or another, Isaiah had already made the decision that he wanted the other male. His worries didn't come from Bellamy being a guy but from him not wanting to disappoint after giving the impression that he would go all the way. What happened if Isaiah got to a point and decided he didn't want to do something? What if he was absolutely horrible at something? That was where his worries were coming from...but there was no way he was going to dump all that on Bellamy. So when Bellamy asked his next question, of whether he was ready to be with a guy, Isaiah didn't answer right away. His hand resumed its slow movement tucked under Bellamy's shirt, only to pause again and grip at Bellamy's side with the next words. To hear that Bellamy wanted this, even when his actions had been telling Isaiah that anyway, it was more of a turn on than he might have expected. He leaned forward to kiss Bellamy's lips again. Only he found himself pulling back again as cool air hit his stomach. He looked into Bellamy's eyes, unsure of what his own eyes would hold in that moment. Likely a mix of desire and hesitance, although the desire would be definitely becoming overpowering in his expression as he listened to Bellamy. He also made no direct movements to stop his shirt as it was pulled up further. "And stop anytime?" He liked that Bellamy had mentioned them going slow, he liked the way his voice had gone deeper too. "I want you too," he breathed out, a slight chuckle following the words. Everything Bellamy had done and said had been kind and respectful, giving Isaiah chance to stop things at every point. His worries were seeming more and more silly now, with such an obviously caring partner in his midst.  In a move of trust, Isaiah pressed his lips against Bellamy's and began to sit up. He stayed in the kiss longer than needed, dismissing the last of his nerves with Bellamy's amazing taste and the feel of his soft lips that Isaiah didn't think he would ever get sick of. When he eased out of the kiss, he paused to breathe for a moment, smiling at Bellamy before pushing Bellamy's hand away from his shirt. He replaced them with his own hands, pulling the shirt over his head and letting it drop on the floor. "I want you too," he repeated in a whisper. And he did. He really did. His hands moved to the hem of Bellamy's shirt, tugging it up slightly as locked eyes with Bellamy, asking silently for permission to continue. Permission he was sure he would get.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Isaiah Riggs

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Bellamy felt a wave of relief wash over him when Isaiah spoke of how he wanted to be with him. Even though his actions had shown his thus far, the vocalization of it felt better. Less room for uncertainty and interpretation. Clear cut words, so that there was no miscommunication. Bellamy didn't want to compromise his building bond with Isaiah. The desire to keep him safe, not necessarily physically, but rather, emotionally foremost in Bellamy's priorities. Far exceeding any physical desires that Bellamy may have.

Isaiah's next words, a question, were ones that Bellamy immediately responded to with what he hoped was further reassurance. "Just say the word," Bellamy practically breathed. "And we'll stop." He would stop. He wouldn't push it. He would remain incredibly aware of Isaiah's body. Of his movements. And any detection of the slightest uncertainty or anything that indicated that he was uncomfortable . . . Bellamy would ease his actions. But when he spoke his need of wanting him, reiterating the words . . . Bellamy felt his arousal thicken. His body aching.

The mutual want for one another, making him harder. Bellamy once again breathed into the kiss, deepening it as much as he could while reminding himself not to move at a pace that was too hurried for Isaiah. Besides, moving slowly had its advantages. He wanted to learn every bit of the male under him. He felt more than saw Isaiah move his hand, and opened his eyes when he felt the younger male sit up . . . starting to divest himself of his shirt. Bellamy watched intently, his gaze fixated on the movement as each bit of his skin was exposed. Bellamy's tongue ran over his lips, desire glossing over his face.

He took in the sight of the beautiful man, wanting nothing more than to touch him with his lips and hands . . . but then Isaiah started reaching for his own shirt. And, it was only fair to level the playing field. Bellamy also shifted up a little, his eyes locked onto Isaiah's as he assisted him in the removal of his shirt, allowing it to be tossed carelessly to the side, unknowing and uncaring as to where it landed. Bellamy leaned back down to kiss Isaiah once more, their upper bare bodies now pressed against each other, which sent an even warmer heat flooding through Bellamy at the contact.

His lips moved down to Isaiah's bare shoulder, kissing along it, tracing the contour of his muscles with his lips and tongue. His hand glided down the muscles of his other upper arm, feeling as much as he could of them before trailing down to Isaiah's hand, where he guided it to move around Bellamy's back, encouraging the younger male to touch him in return. He moved his head to Isaiah's chest, starting to kiss down along his collar bone, and lower, enjoying the taste of his skin, the softness of it, the firmness of it. Everything about Isaiah was intoxicating; an assault on all his senses and Bellamy was quite aware that it was only going to get better.

[Isaiah Riggs]

Bellamy Blake That last bit of reassurance was given to Isaiah as Bellamy confirmed that they could stop if Isaiah wanted to. It was, of course, something that aligned perfectly with everything else that Bellamy had done and said. Isaiah felt a perfect sense of safety with Bellamy there on that couch, the man was the definition of respect and kindness. That wasn't all he was, though. Bellamy was attractive as well, his body, his voice. He was attractive in so many ways and Isaiah would get to appreciate all of him. There was a warmth that came from him that Isaiah felt was pulling him towards the other man and wasn't going to ignore that pull. In this now secure state, Isaiah was so ready to move further, to feel Bellamy's skin without the annoyance of fabric and to give Bellamy that same chance.  The desire in Bellamy's eyes was intense, it left Isaiah pulling in a shaky breath. His own face came about with a similar expression, his gaze moving away from Bellamy's face and down to his chest as his shirt was pulled up and removed. He took in the amazing sight before him, Bellamy's perfect skin and each curve of muscle. He wasn't given much time to appreciate the sight however as Bellamy leaned back towards him for a kiss. Not that Isaiah minded, at all. Kissing was just made even more intense in their now half-naked state. Their chests pressed together brought a moan out from Isaiah's lips. It was so much better without their shirts, sparks of heat coming to life at every point their skin touched. A feeling only made better as Bellamy's lips moved down to his shoulder. Isaiah happily let Bellamy guide his hand, wanting to touch Bellamy too and not needing to be told twice to do it. His hand moved over Bellamy's back, fingertips tracing over the muscles of his upper back and his palm feeling the softness of the skin. "Your lips feel amazing," Isaiah breathed, his voice low. He tilted his head down to look at Bellamy kissing down his chest, the sight adding to it all. Especially seeing that Bellamy looked to be enjoying it. Isaiah knew he wanted the chance to explore Bellamy with his lips as well. The hand not on Bellamy's back moved to run through Bellamy's beautiful curls, brushing them back from his forehead before tangling his fingers at the back of Bellamy's head. His other hand lightly ran up and down Bellamy's spine before continuing to explore.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Isaiah Riggs

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Bellamy felt his body ignite with a fiery passion, from everything Isaiah was doing. Each moan of pleasure that left his lips. The movements of his hand over his back and hair. Both gestures soothing, comforting . . . and highly arousing at the same time. He wanted to offer more of his body for Isaiah to touch. To feel. Fighting the urge to guide his hand to where it was increasingly responding to what they were doing. As Isaiah had said this was his first time with a guy, Bellamy wanted to move at his pace. Rather than just shedding Isaiah of all clothing and having his way with him.

He wanted this to last. To be remembered, despite how far they went. It was already perfect and regardless of how it would end, Bellamy wouldn't change a single thing about how it started. "Your body feels amazing," he returned, praise in his tone, his voice lower, thick with pleasure and desire, mixed together in a combination that kept him going and craving more. He wanted to fully appreciate the magnificence that was Isaiah. The inner beauty of the man radiating out of him, making him exceedingly attractive to Bellamy and now . . . he finally had a way to express that.

An outlet for his obvious desires for the man. His lips moved down his chest, tongue swirling around one of his nipples before gently nipping it, toying with it in his teeth while his free hand slowly slid down the other side of his chest, a finger hooking in the rim of his pants. Casually resting there rather than unfastening him. Bellamy released the nipple, leaving a neglected nipple that he would tend to soon enough.

Between each touch of his lips and tongue on Isaiah's body, Bellamy breathed a question. "Want to move to the bed?" Even if they didn't have sex, they would at least have more space. It would be less confining, less restricted. And allow them to move more easily; touch each other more easily. The thought made Bellamy's heart beat heavier in his chest. Still trying to keep himself composed as he eagerly awaited an answer. Though his actions continued, showing that he would not be discouraged if Isaiah's answer was a no.

[Isaiah Riggs]

Bellamy Blake You can move them in your post!! (: The sound of Bellamy's voice sent a shiver down Isaiah's spine. It was so deep and perfect, full of emotion that they both shared in feeling. Desire. Pleasure. Isaiah wanted to hear more of Bellamy's voice like that, between it and his moans, Bellamy might have even been able to send Isaiah over the edge without putting a hand on him. But Isaiah was enjoying Bellamy's touch too much to want that. He swallowed as he saw Bellamy's lips move down to his nipple, not taking his eyes off Bellamy as his tongue and teeth licked and nipped. A groan escaped him both at the sight and feeling. He had never actually had attention payed to his nipples but it definitely felt amazing, so much more so than he expected it could. His hand started roaming towards Bellamy's side, over the curve and to his stomach. He flattened his hand on the soft and firm skin, slowly moving his palm up Bellamy's stomach and chest. He took his time, memorising each smooth curve in the path up Bellamy's torso, only pausing once he reached Bellamy's nipple. Knowing from Bellamy's actions how nice it would feel, Isaiah pinched it between his fingers, pulling at it lightly. Isaiah both wanted Bellamy's mouth back at his own nipple and to have his own mouth on Bellamy's chest. The couch left little space for movement to allow the second to happen. So when Bellamy suggested moving to the bed, Isaiah could see how that would be extremely helpful to the situation. More space. The ability to roll over with landing on the floor. Still, Isaiah's heart beat faster, and his breathing became a little more obvious, also knowing that moving to the bed could make things move further. But he could trust Bellamy. Moving to the bed didn't need to push things along any faster if he didn't want it to. "Mhm," Isaiah hummed, moving his hand up to Bellamy's shoulder and tugging lightly to get him to move up for a kiss. "Let's move there," he breathed against Bellamy's lips, moving his head back and looking into Bellamy's eyes, hoping the trust he felt then showed in his own eyes. A smile on his face as he did, Isaiah pressed both his palms against Bellamy's chest, just resting them there for a moment before he playfully pushed Bellamy away so that they could both stand.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Isaiah Riggs

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Bellamy relished in the feeling of Isaiah's hand roaming over his body. His fingers leaving that familiar trail of heat in their path. Continuing to ignite Bellamy's entire body, as if he was set on fire with passion. Bellamy sharply inhaled when he felt Isaiah pinch the sensitive nub, the action causing Bellamy to instinctively bite a little harder against Isaiah's nipple, where his mouth had been positioned. The younger male's action felt so damn good. Bellamy wanted to encourage him to keep touching him; to keep exploring him.

Giving his body to him in any way that he wanted it or wished to take it. This was new for him, and Bellamy wanted to maximize Isaiah's experience to it's full capacity. Feeling Isaiah nudge him, trying to reposition him, Bellamy easily complied, dragging his lips across his skin and aligning them with Isaiah's once more where he pressed their mouths together. Kissing him, having already missed the sensation of his lips, though without regret for being able to touch other parts of his body.

His sensual voice agreeing with Bellamy's suggestion, and a playful push back prompted them to move as soon as possible. Bellamy smiled with amusement, the expression contagious once he had seen Isaiah's own lips curved into a smile. Bellamy began to shift off the couch, but not without taking his partner with him. He wrapped an arm around his neck, his hand against the back of Isaiah's head as he pulled him toward him, kissing him as they rose to a stand. Bellamy's finger remained hooked into the top of Isaiah's pants, his lips moving against his, as he began to walk backward, pulling Isaiah with him where both his hands were located.

Once he got past the door and to the bed, Bellamy kept walking until he felt the bed against the back of his legs. He sat on the edge of it, pulling Isaiah down with him so that the younger male was straddled on him. With Bellamy's feet on the ground, he started to kick off his shoes, maintaining the contact of their lips, before he leaned backwards, until his bakc was rested on the bed and shifting up a little . . . moving Isaiah with him the entire time. Allowing Isaiah to be on top would give him that control. That dominance. Should he wish to stop this or continue it. Bellamy wanted him to feel comfortable. "Better?" He questioned with a moan, speaking against Isaiah's lips as he faced the difficulty in parting from them.