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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2016 3:28:15 GMT
Jackson helped shift so that Bellamy could get his pants off, sucking in a breath at the way Bellamy kissed up his inner thigh, his hand roaming up and down his other leg. Oh, so this was the foreplay. And it felt amazing. Jackson stayed propped on his elbows, watching Bellamy with half-lidded eyes, his fingers reaching out to touch Bellamy whenever he got close enough. Bellamy's finger teased at the waist of Jackson's boxers, and Jackson licked his lips, wanting more.
When Bellamy started talking, it was a tone Jackson had never heard before. It was sexy, seductive. Jackson wanted to lose himself in it, except Bellamy's questions wouldn't allow him too. "Turned on," he said, but that much was obvious and it wasn't an emotion. Jackson groaned at the feel of Bellamy's tongue slipping under his boxers, and dropped his head back, trying to process the question. "Confused," he said, because Bellamy was still acting strangely. "Relieved," he added, because the physical pleasure was a nice distraction form the reality of the world they lived in right now.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 11, 2016 3:51:34 GMT
 Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy was rather enjoying feeling Jackson under him, feeling his eyes on him. The man was beautiful and for the first time, Bellamy could focus his entire attention on him. No distracting thoughts, no fears of separation. It was just so easy to be with him. So, freeing. And he wanted the doctor to have those same feelings of serene liberation from the pain that plagued them all. Turned on. Bellamy could feel it in his cock where his tongue was near. Confused. Bellamy could sense it based on his former words. Relieved. Now that was an interesting feeling that Bellamy wanted to find out more about.
Especially since he hadn't tended to Jackson yet, nor provided his body with relief -- physically that is. But it was clearly deeper than just the physical ache he was experiencing. As if to encourage him to talk, wanting to coax an answer out of him, Bellamy withdrew his tongue from his boxers. His lips kissed along his stomach, his fingers slowly pulling down his underwear. "What are you relieved from?" He asked in the same low tone, meant to be seducing, hoping to further lure the response from Jackson.
To find out more of his mindset so that he could find out what was going on in that wonderful brain of his. It would be best to know all he could . . . so that he could determine how to coax him to take the chip. Once his underwear was lowered, Bellamy threw it to the ground, his mouth moving down, hovering over his cock before tilting his head to the side, his eyes raising to look at Jackson's face with a teasing smile. "If you tell me, maybe I'll give you more relief," he added. And to tease him, he ran his tongue up the underside of his length in one slow and sensual glide.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2016 4:36:18 GMT
Jackson let out a small moan as Bellamy kissed his stomach, shifting to let Bellamy pull his boxers down. He wasn't sure how to answer Bellamy's question at first. If he started explaining what he felt relief from... well, he didn't want to think about that while Bellamy was doing this to him. The point of giving into this strange scenario he found himself in was to forget his pain, even if just temporarily. He slid his hands down the top of Bellamy's back, dragging his nails over his skin a little.
Jackson groaned, his hips straining up for more as Bellamy licked him, promising more if Jackson told him what he asked before. "Bellamy, if I tell you, I'll be limp in five seconds and won't need relief," he panted. "Please," he added, hips straining again as he dropped to his back, closing his eyes. "Just nice to feel something nice."
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 11, 2016 5:32:30 GMT
Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT Jacksons answer wasnt telling. But Bellamy didnt hold it against him. He would lose his arousal if speaking about it and right now, Bellamy wanted to make sure he kept it. To make Jackson feel something good with the promise of a way to always feel good. The smile on Bellamys lips remained firmly in place as Jackson pushed his hips up. The younger male quite enjoying his need. The pleas. His statement of wanting to feel something nice. Bellamy could give him that. In a way that beyond pleasuring his cock. He ran his tongue over the underside of his length, slicking it where he left a trail.
"What if I told you there was a way to feel nice all the time," he began to say. Not wanting Jackson to descend, Bellamy started sucking the sac of skin between his lips, doing a thorough job of it. His hand went to Jacksons cock, his thumb pressing down on the tip of it, applying some pressure there. "Wouldnt you always like to feel this way. Or is this not as nice as you want it?" Another playful tease so that he would not overthink right now. But Bellamy had needed to at leasr plant the seed, as he could now nurture it and watch it grow. He kissed along the side of his length, his thumb still playing with the head of it, caressing and pressing down on the hardened member.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2016 19:48:16 GMT
"I would--" Jackson started to respond to Bellamy's hypothetical about feeling good all the time, but his words and thoughts got lost in a moan when Bellamy's mouth started to work over his sec, massaging it with the moist heat of his mouth and Bellamy's thumb went to the head of his cock. His desire was starting to take over his reason, and he shifted down against Bellamy's mouth, needing more. "Oh, god."
When Bellamy spoke again, Jackson didn't think. "Nicer," he encouraged. His hips still strained up as Bellamy's kissed along the side of his cock, the feel of Bellamy's mouth sending shivers of pleasure up and down his spine. "Need more," he panted, arching against the bed as he pressed his head back against the mattress.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 12, 2016 0:29:56 GMT
Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT There was a smile touching Bellamy's features; a seemingly unwavering one as he glanced up at the male, enjoying what he was doing to him. Proving how drawn out happiness could be. How amazing it could feel. Well, in this case it was the aching need for release but still. He wanted to keep him just on the brink of that. He wanted him to take the chip so that he could experience true pleasure and perpetual joy . . . with him. Once Bellamy's lips reached the top, he parted his lips and sucked the head of his cock, not taking him too far into his mouth. Not yet.
One hand slid up and down the side of his length while his other hand massaged his sac, making sure not to leave his hands idle. He parted his lips from his tip to speak. "We can feel like this all the time. We can be like this, all the time." Together. Happy. Whatever they wanted to do. Void of pain and anguish. It was such a glorious thing and Bellamy wanted to spread that with others. "Is this, nicer?" He asked, before starting to devour him, inch by inch taking more and more of his cock into his mouth, moving achingly slowly.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2016 1:47:22 GMT
Jackson moaned again when Bellamy's lips went around the head of his cock, his hands continuing to work over him still. He reached down, gripping Bellamy's hair hard enough to tug at his scalp, wanting to encourage more from Bellamy. Surely Bellamy didn't mean 'all the time'. He had to mean that they could do this more often, rather than going long periods between letting themselves enjoy one another. "Mmhmm," he hummed in vague agreement.
When Bellamy started moving slowly down his shaft, painfully slowly. "Are you trying to torture me?" he panted in response to Bellamy's question, a crooked smile forming on his lips as he lifted his head again to watch what Bellamy was doing, feeling his cock pulse with arousal at the sight of Bellamy slowly swallowing him.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 12, 2016 2:47:58 GMT
Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT With the chip, there was no pain. Not even the kind that mixed well with pleasure. Bellamy could have encouraged Jackson to pull harder if he felt the need to. Nothing bad would be felt. Only the good. And Bellamy as quite enjoying that uncommon feeling. One that he never had to release himself of. One he could hold on to forever. Jackson's question touched Bellamy's ears, though did not cease his motions. He moved further and further down, accommodating all of Jackson's impressive length into his mouth.
And then as slowly as he had took him in, he started to pull out, dragging his tongue along it, wetting it as best as he could. When he eventually released with a wet pop, he looked at Jackson smiling. He took in the sight of his smile. How well it suited him. How rare of a sight it was. Bellamy used to be like that once. But not anymore. Never again. "A good kind of torture," he teased, his eyes still locked onto Jackson. And keeping them on the medic's face, he swirled his tongue around the tip of his cock before speaking again.
"I like to see you smile," he told him. "I want to see more of it," he added on. He lowered his head to Jackson's opening, kissing it for a moment. "What can I do to see you smile more?" His words were both a tease, and a genuine question. As if wanting to hear some response. Some acknowledgement of the infrequency of his smile . . . so that he could convince him of what would help him do it more. To ensure he didn't look that flood of pleasure or need, Bellamy's tongue lapped over Jackson's entrance, his hand starting to glide up and down his cock to give it some attention, each stroke long but not as slow as his mouth had been.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2016 3:44:01 GMT
Jackson was panting softly, watching as Bellamy continued his slow pace, not answering Jackson with either words or action.He wanted to thrust up, but Bellamy was obviously trying to tease him. So he watched, breathlessly, his smile having slipped off to be replaced by sheer desire before Bellamy even started talking. He liked his smile. Wanted to see him smile more. That seemed unlikely, but Jackson didn't want Bellamy to stop what he was doing.
Before Jackson could answer, Bellamy was lapping at his entrance, and a wash of renewed desired sent sparks through Jackson. He tipped his head back again, moaning and pressing against Bellamy's mouth. "I don't know about smiling, but that feels amazing," he managed, gripping Bellamy hair a little tighter as his other hand gripped the sheets. "You could fuck me." He probably wouldn't smile that way either, but it would definitely be pleasurable.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 13, 2016 2:29:01 GMT
Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy was of course encouraged by Jackson's involuntary actions and his words. Saying that it felt amazing. Offering himself. Bellamy would be lying if he said that he too wasn't aroused by all this. But it wasn't his sole purpose. He always had to have another motive; something to benefit the City of Light and obey ALIE. Besides, this would make Jackson feel better too. That was also important.
His tongue continued to probe him, slipping inside him for a moment, enjoying the taste and feel of him and allowing him to feel the wetness of his tongue. Not yet coaxing Jackson to come, he drew his tongue back, his hand ceasing motion on his cock and he moved to straddle Jackson, his knees on either side of him. "Is that what you want?" He asked him, lowering his head to kiss Jackson on the lips, pulling at his lower lip before moving his head back up, seating in an upright position on top of him. "Wouldn't you rather come inside of me?" His words were teasing, playful.
"Wouldn't you rather give yourself relief that way since I already have you worked up?" The same tone of playfulness dancing in his words. The unwavering smile didn't leave his lips, as he moved up over Jackson, and sank back down onto him, a heavy breath escaping the younger male at the sensation of having Jackson's cock pushed inside of him. "But if you want me to stop . . . " He raised himself up just a little bit, sinking back down once more, this time a little harder. His hands rested on Jackson's chest to help brace him. "Then I can." Another tease as he rocked a little over him with his member still firmly inside Bellamy.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2016 21:10:06 GMT
Jackson's hand stayed in Bellamy's hair, breathing heavily as Bellamy worked his tongue over him. But then his hand stopped, and Bellamy was moving over him. He almost answered that yes, he did want Bellamy to fuck him, but the suggestion of coming inside of Bellamy made Jackson groan at the thought of being inside the other man. And Bellamy moved close enough to touch him more, and that's mostly what Jackson wanted. He slid his hand in Bellamy's hair as they kissed, his other hand going to squeeze Bellamy's ass.
When Bellamy sat back up and sank down on him, Jackson let out a breath that matched Bellamy's, his hands roaming Bellamy's chest, one sliding down to his thigh where he could feel Bellamy's muscles work as Bellamy moved over him. "Don't stop," he breathed, one hand moving to Bellamy's hip to hold him in place as he started using his feet still against the floor as leverage to thrust. He spit in this other hand and wrapped it around Bellamy's cock, starting to stroke in time with his thrusts. His body was so excited he doubted he'd last long, but it felt too good to slow down. "You're gorgeous," he panted. Bellamy was, even more so now because he was smiling. Jackson had never seen him smile like that, but it was beautiful in this moment.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 13, 2016 21:43:07 GMT
Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT Jackson's hand in his hair and on his ass felt sensational. Shame they didn't do this more often. That they had deprived themselves of such pleasure for so long. No more. The necessity to do so was gone -- at least in Bellamy's mind. Bellamy moaned from the feeling of Jackson's touch over his chest, telling him not to stop. He didn't want to, and was further aroused by Jackson's verbal encouragement. As well as his non verbal one. Bellamy let out a strained sound of pleasure when Jackson's wet hand started to stroke him.
The younger male's hands glided over his well formed chest, gripping his shoulders as he used that to brace himself over, his mind spinning with the building need and skillful hand that work over his length. Bellamy forced his eyes open so that he could look at Jackson. So that he could appreciate the man's beauty beneath him. His words kept his smile in place.
"And you . . . " He began to say, a bit breathless, needing to pause in between so that he could form a coherent sentence. "Are so beautiful," he finally breathed out. His hips moved faster, rising and falling over Jackson's cock, breathy grunts falling from his lips as he tilted his head back. "Oh my god," he further breathed. "You feel so amazing." He knew he wasn't going to last much longer as Jackson's hand worked him, and mixed with the incredible feeling of Jackson filling him . . . well, there was pleasure coming from all different directions.
"You are amazing," he continued with a grin, wanting to praise the man beneath him. "You make me happy." Realization prompted by the chip. "I could make you happy too . . . " He paused, slowing down only for a brief moment so he could look at Jackson with soft intent. "If you let me." With that, he picked up again, knowing it would take only a few more strokes from the doctor's hands, and a few more vigorous movements from Bellamy . . . until he came. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2016 3:49:47 GMT
Jackson wasn't sure he'd ever been called beautiful before, but it was definitely appreciated as he thrust into Bellamy, letting his body take what it needed. Bellamy's words and actions were washing over him in waves of pleasure, hearing that he was amazing, mixed with Bellamy's breathy noises. Jackson closed his eyes, taking it all in. When Bellamy said Jackson made him happy, it caught Jackson's attention, but he was too close to stop now.
It wasn't until Bellamy slowed down, obviously wanting to make sure Jackson heard his words, that Jackson opened his eyes and looked back at Bellamy. "I could make you happy too . . . If you let me." Jackson frowned briefly in confusion, but then Bellamy was moving again, and Jackson groaned because he was so close. When he felt Bellamy come, his released pulsing onto Jackson's stomach, his body clenching around Jackson's cock, Jackson came too with a groan, pulsing deep inside Bellamy's body.
He went limp against the mattress, his hands moving up and down Bellamy's thighs lazily as he tried to catch his breath. "That made me pretty happy," he breathed. Happy wasn't really the right word for something that was just physically pleasurable, but it would do.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 14, 2016 23:47:05 GMT
Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy fell into the sea of ecstasy, the sight of his release seeping onto Jackson's skin, while feeling the burst of his own deep within him. It was an incredible mix, intensifying the entire experience. Bellamy's chest heaved in attempt to catch his breath, still positioned over Jackson, with his cock inside of him. Bellamy smiled as he looked down at the male, his hands running over his thighs the perfect touch as he basked in the aftermath. Bellamy's hands roamed the top of Jackson's chest, the smile playing on his lips.
"I'm glad to hear it," he teased him, though he was quite honest in the words. He lowered his body to lazily kiss Jackson in a slow embrace. Bellamy knew that he couldn't do this without a further attempt to persuade him to join him in a world of perpetual bliss. He wanted Jackson with him. "I wasn't joking when I said I want to see you smile more," he said against his lips.
"I like seeing it. Just like you showed it to me today." During their vigorous activities. Bellamy kissed him again, nipping at his bottom lip briefly. "Would you want to be happy . . . with me?" The words holding as much meaning as Bellamy intended them to. He looked at Jackson, his face hovering over his, that smile still in place, while his hands roamed over Jackson's sides.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2016 4:43:31 GMT
Jackson closed his eyes, taking in the hands roaming over his chest as he continued stroking Bellamy's thighs. The feeling of still being inside Bellamy as he started to soften was nice too. When Bellamy leaned down to kiss him, Jackson kissed back without opening his eyes, sucking in a soft breath at Bellamy's teeth on his lower lip. Bellamy always did feel really good, but now that his desire had been sated, the strangeness of Bellamy's words started to echo in Jackson's ears again.
"Would you want to be happy . . . with me?" Jackson frowned slightly, finally opening his eyes to see Bellamy smiling down at him. The question seemed like one that implied permanence. Not just happy having occasional sex, but more than that. "Bellamy... nothing's really changed," he said, feeling a little guilty now for having sex with Bellamy if Bellamy really did want more. Thi was not tthe post-sex conversation he wanted. He lifted a hand to touch Bellamy's cheek. "I care about you. More than I should. But... I'm still in medical twelve to sixteen hours a day, and you still have your duties."
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