Happy Husbeands

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Jackson wasn't sure he'd ever felt so happy in his entire life walking back to Arkadia after marrying the only person he'd ever been in love with. Not only had the ceremony been beautiful, but Bellamy had surprised him with rings to exchange. Their names would be changed, but the rings were a symbol of their love that anyone could see without knowing their names.

Jackson and Bellamy held hands the walk back too camp, Jackson occasionally lifting them to brush his lips to Bellamy's knuckles. He knew whoever was setting up the ceremony would need time to get the mess set up, and since they were walking back with their guests, they were told to go somewhere and relax for a moment while the guests got settled in the mess.

Jackson didn't hesitate to lead them to their shared quarters, their home, wanting nothing more than to hold Bellamy and kiss him right now. He just wanted to be with Bell and celebrate their love. When they got inside their rooms, Jackson pushed the door closed, then pushed Bellamy against the door for a heated kiss. "Do you think anyone will notice if we skip the reception?" he asked breathlessly when the kiss broke.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

The only way that Bellamy could sum up today's events so far was: perfect. Absolutely perfect. He was officially married to the man he loved and he had never felt so happy. He had never felt so consumed with joy. And it was all thanks to the man that he now walked alongside with. The man he was proud and honored to call his husbeand. With the ceremony over, they would be making their way to the reception after. Fortunately, they would have some time to relax while things were getting set up. Bellamy was quite looking forward to a few moments alone with his husbeand. The term still processing over and over in Bellamy's mind.

The two of them were unused to such a public display of their relationship . . . so right now, all Bellamy wanted to do was have a few stolen moments with his spouse. The walk back didn't seem long though, especially with the way their hands were joined, the way that Jackson's lips brushed against the back of Bellamy's hand. It was all just too incredible. Once they reached inside, no moment was wasted. The second the door opened, Bellamy felt his back pressed against it and his husbeand's body pressed against him in a heated kiss. Bellamy instantly responded. One hand wrapped around him while the other went to the back of his head, tangling his fingers into his perfect locks.

Once the kiss broke, Bellamy kept his eyes closed, the intensity of it and all that he felt leaving him a little short of breath. He let out a breathy chuckle at Jackson's question, slowly opening his eyes to look at him. "Can't say I care if they do," Bellamy joked in response, leaning forward to kiss Jackson again, and again, each embrace filled with passion. "What I wouldn't give to get you out of these clothes. Not that you don't look good in them," he teased, though his words held truth. They had been given more formal attire for the occasion and well, damn if his husbeand didn't look attractive -- to say the least. He knew they had tonight but with everything he was feeling . . . it was pouring out into the need to physically express it. The need to be with Jackson in every way possible, now that they were married.

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Jackson found himself laughing softly when Bellamy answered his question, but then Bellamy was kissing him again and again, and Jackson met each kiss with equal intensity. He reached up, both of his hands going into Bellamy's hair, keeping him close, as if he couldn't get enough of the man in front of him. He was trying to control his body, but when Bellamy pulled back and made his remark about wanting to get him out of his clothes, Jackson decided controlling himself wasn't really an option. "Mmm, you look good too. Amazing," he breathed, as he lowered his hands and started pushing Bellamy's jacket off.

"Look better naked," he added, shifting his weight of Bellamy so he could move away from the door. He started unbuttoning Bellamy's shirt. "Think we have time. If we're quick." he pressed a small, teasing kiss to bellamy's lips. "I need my husbeand all to myself right now." He grinned against Bellamy's mouth for a moment, then kissed him deeply again.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy had to admit that he felt relieved to know that he wasn't the only one who was in so much need. It wasn't just him who was overwhelmed with emotion and passion, needing the best outlet for it. The only outlet for it really. So when Jackson started to pull off his jacket, Bellamy's arms fell to help him, tugging off what he could before he went to work on his husbeand's jacket as well, pulling it and letting it fall carelessly to the ground. Bellamy smiled amidst the kiss when he told him that he too looked good, better naked. Now that was certainly an enticing thought.

"So do you," he agreed, moving away from the door when Jackson shifted back enough to let him. As his husbeand started to unbutton his shirt, the younger male did the same, not needing to look as he continued to kiss Jackson passionately while hastily undoing each and every button. "I know the feeling," he murmured. Husbeand. The term itself was one still processing in his mind . . . and somehow, made him even more aroused in this perfect stolen moment. Reflecting that in the embrace, he fervently kissed Jackson, pulling his shirt off with ease while his hands hurriedly fell to his pants.

 "And I know we have the rest of our lives . . . " He spoke against his lips, unable to let them stray far from them. "But I need you so damn much right now." An initial and immediate celebration of their marriage. With that, Bellamy finally had Jackson's pants open, before going to the closest surface which was the table, leaning him against it so that he could start to pull down his pants while his lips eagerly returned to Jackson's in a heated and need driven kiss. Maybe they would make it to the bed once he got his husbeand's pants off . . . or maybe not. Right now, Bellamy was too consumed with love for his partner to over think the logistics.

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Jackson felt immediately relieved when Bellamy responded how he did. Not that Bellamy had turned him down for sex often. Only once. And that horrible fight and the month that followed had led to the decision to get married, the best decision of Jackson's life, so he couldn't regret it.

Jackson let Bellamy undress him, moving them until Jackson felt the table behind him, and Jackson did the same to Bellamy, pushing his shirt off and moving to his pants. The hungry kisses never stopped until Bellamy spoke. Jackson nipped Bellamy's lower lip as he toed off his shoes and llet Bellamy get his pants off. "Good, 'cause if I had to wait until the end of the reception, I might explode from not being able to touch you everywhere," he breathed. He almost joked about Bellamy not wanting to be a widower so soon, but in this world, the notion that one of them could die was too real. So he just shoved Bellamy's pants off and kissed him, letting his overwhelming desire pour into it as one of his hands curled around Bellamy's cock. The other tugged gently at Bellamy's hair, pulling his head back so Jackson could kiss down his throat.

He shifted a little so he was seated on the table, parting his legs and pulling Bellamy in closer between them. "God, Bellamy, have me."

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy moaned with pleasure at the feeling of Jackson nipping his lip, that pleasure only increasing when his hand wrapped around his cock after his pants were pulled off. Bellamy kicked off his shoes and stepped out of the rest of his pants, his hands pulling down Jackson's until they too joined his on the ground, easily done when Jackson seated himself on the edge of the table. Hearing the idea of Jackson exploding, brought a breathy chuckle from Bellamy, stifled only by another hum of need as he kissed him deeply, his hand running through his hair, the other slipping down to wrap himself around his member, starting to stroke him a little.

"Can't have you do that," he teased, his hand in his hair running down his back, trying to feel every inch of his husbeand. He groaned at the feeling of Jackson's lips along his throat, loving the way his lips touched him there, swallowing to further the contact. God, he felt so damn good. "Though also can't promise I won't make you explode," he continued to joke, obviously meaning it in a very different way. He felt a thrill shoot through him at Jackson's words, offering himself, telling him to have him with his legs parted, pulling him closer.

It all became too much. Their time was limited right now, and he needed to get this out of his system so that he would last the next few hours. Putting his head forward he spit in his hand before lowering it to hurriedly slick himself, his lips crushing against Jackson's once more until he felt he was wet enough. And with that, guided himself into Jackson with one slow thrust that brought forth a breathy grunt of sheer pleasure. "You feel so good," he breathed against his lips, pressing his hips forward again, one hand going to Jackson's knee to move his legs apart even more.

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Jackson laughed breathlessly when Bellamy said he couldn't promise not to make him explode. "I'm counting on that explosion, actually," he panted, shifted on the table to roll his hips up so that Bellamy could enter him. The new position forced him to lay back a little, so he pulled Bellamy down with him, just enough to to kiss him as he slicked himself, ready to enter him.

Jackson moaned into Bellamy's kiss as his husbeand entered him, stretching him, filling him. Bellamy always felt good, but the feeling tonight was heightened by the fact that they were now officially each other's family. Forever. Or as long as they had, they would be each other's. Jackson only moaned in response to Bellamy's words as Bellamy thrust inside him again. He was leaning back on one elbow to keep from collapsing back on the table completely, his other hand in Bellamy's hair. He groaned as Bellamy pushed his legs apart further, his body shifting closer to the edge of the table automatically to let Bellamy go as deep as he could.

"My husbeand," Jackson murmured, kissing Bellamy with quick kisses filled with desperate need, speaking between each one. "I love you."  His hand dropped to Bellamy's ass, squeezing. "Need you. Need more."

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

As always, the sound escaping Jackson were music to his ears. This time though, it was different. This time, they were married. They were legally family and while Bellamy had loved Jackson for some time . . . today, they had truly celebrated that love in the best of ways. By committing to one another for the rest of their lives. They were truly family; married. And Bellamy had never felt happier. That happiness, was adding to every sensation of being inside of him, of how Jackson felt, how he sounded . . . every single thing about this moment.

His words of affection only increasing it immensely. "I love you too," Bellamy breathed, his lips returning to Jackson's, unable to stop kissing him deeply, drinking in his taste, sliding his tongue between his lips. The squeeze of his ass made him press a little harder against his husbeand, thrusting deeper and stronger inside of him as he started to pick up the pace. The angle so perfect, as Bellamy's upper body was pressed against Jackson's moving him slightly back against the cool metal of the table. His words of needing more making the younger male all too aware of his husbeand's needs and not about to ignore them.

Continuing each thrust inside of Jackson, Bellamy forced the words to come out, his lips dragging along Jackson's cheek to his ear. "Tell me, how do you want to come?" He asked him. Sucking his earlobe for a moment between his lips. "In my hand?" At which he stroke him. "In my mouth?" At which he would suck him. "Or inside me?" At which he would flip their positions so Jackson could thrust inside Bellamy. His tongue glided along the shell of his ear, nibbling him a little as he groaned again, another sound of pleasure as he pushed deeper and deeper inside of his husbeand, causing the table to shift a bit, scraping against the ground from the vigor of their actions and his thrusts.

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Jackson would never get tired of hearing Bellamy say he loved him, especially now that they were married, but all Jackson could do was moan as Bellamy took his cue and started to thrust harder, deeper. As Bellamy pressed in against him, Jackson let himself fall back against the table fully, hissing softly as the cool metal against his back as he pulled Bellamy down on top of him more. He could feel the table shifting under him, as each powerful thrust drove a gasp from him, and he lifted his legs to wrap around Bellamy's waist, hooking his ankles so they wouldn't loose contact from the shifting of the table.

When Bellamy started breathing questions into his ear, it only made Jackson need more, aching for Bellamy more and more. He wanted to ask Bellamy what he wanted, since Jackson initiated what they were doing now, but when Bellamy finished, Jackson knew what he wanted too much. The only way for this to be more perfect. "Inside you," he panted. He wanted Bellamy to claim him now, and he could claim Bellamy later, a perfect expression of their union.

The table started to actually move then, scraping against the floor, and Jackson held Bellamy tighter, his hand fisting in Bellamy's hair, his legs tightening around him, not bothering to stifle the moans of pleasure. "Oh, you're so good. So perfect. Yes!"

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[Bellamy Blake]

Inside him. Now that sounded pretty damn perfect. With Jackson's legs hooked around his waist, Bellamy was pressed closer against him, remaining connected with him. Unconcerned with losing momentum due to the shifting table. Bellamy could have sworn the table was sinking inward but he was far too distracted to be bothered to check. He was more focused on his husbeand. The sounds fleeing his lips, serving as incredible encouragement as each breathy grunt and noise of pleasure fell from Bellamy. Bellamys hand fell to Jackson's cock, stroking him enough so that he remained hard, but not enough to get him off.

His other hand tightly gripped Jackson's thigh, his fingers digging into him as bellamy buried his head in the crook of Jacksons neck. "Oh my god," he breathed, cursing under his breath, his mind and body racinf with that building need for his release. His teeth teased the skin of Jacksons neck, his thrusts becoming harder, stronger. . . deeper. "Yes," he groaned. "So close." He could feel himself throbbing inside his partner, the otherwise silent air filled with their sounds of pleasure and the movements of their table. Bellamys upper body was pressed against Jacksons, wanting . . . no, needed as much contact as possible. With a few more thrusts Bellamy felt himself come with a loud groan and strained sound as he flooded his release inside Jackson.

His lips immediately went to his husbeands, kissing him slowly but deeply as his body slightly trembled from the impact of his orgasm. His chest heaved, panting for breath but knew that they werent done yet. And Bellamy didnt have time to recover. "Take me," he encouraged, tugging at Jacksons bottom lil before Bellamy rasied his hand to spit in it, letting it drop down to Jacksons cock to slick him. "I need you inside of me," he added, practically desperate to feel his husbeand inside of him, pushing inside of him . . . coming inside of him.

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Bellamy's fingers digging into his thigh, his breath against Jackson's neck, and then his teeth as Bellamy stroked him just enough... Jackson felt overwhelmed with pleasure and desire. The sounds Bellamy was making mixing with his own just made everything more perfect, and then Jackson felt Bellamy come and groaned at the feeling of warmth inside of him. Jackson held him as he kissed him, feeling the tremble run though Bellamy. He expected Bellamy to take a few more moments to catch his breath, but then Bellamy was pulling back to slick him, and Jackson couldn't help the groan that drew from his lips.

Jackson pushed himself up, kissing Bellamy as he nudged him back so that they could switch positions. "Need to be inside you," he panted in response, pushing Bellamy back onto the table and then slowly sliding his length into him, his hands gripping Bellamy's thighs from underneath. But he couldn't stand the distance for long, so he slid his hand up Bellamy's thighs, stomach and chest until he could bury his hands in his hair again as he started thrusting harder. "Hard to believe you're really mine," he panted against Bellamy's ear. Officially, they were each others now.

The table had started to make a creaking noise now, as Jackson drove into Bellamy with little groans and grunts, and Jackson didn't care until he started to realize they were sinking. He froze, lifting his head to see, yes, in fact, they were getting lower to the ground. The metal legs of the table had buckled, and they must have been strong enough not to send them crashing down, but to slowly bend until the underside of the table was almost touching the ground.

He looked down at Bellamy, his expression somewhere between surprise and amusement, and then started laughing, pressing his face to Bellamy's neck. "Oh my god, are you okay?" he asked, laughter in his voice, though he did want to make sure the table hadn't bent under Bellamy and pinched him or something. Bellamy hadn't made any indication of discomfort, though, so Jackson had already started thrusting again slowly, having never separated from Bellamy on the way down. He started kissing and nipping Bellamy's neck, little noises of pleasure resuming, even though he was still smiling stupidly. They'd broke their fucking table on their wedding night.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Fortunately Bellamy didn't have to wait long for the sensation of Jackson being inside of him. He was swift to switch positions, so that Bellamy was somewhat seated on the table and Jackson slid into him. Bellamy heavily exhaled, his head falling back from the incredible feeling; the feeling of fullness. Of completion. Of being one with the man he loved: his husbeand. Jackson started his thrusts and Bellamy couldn't stop his own sounds, basking in Jackson's grunts and moans. Bellamy tried to brace himself up on the table as best he could, his hand on the back of Jackson's head, gripping his hair tightly as Bellamy trust to push his hips forward and up to meet each of Jackson's thrusts. To hear him say that he was his, made Bellamy groan with delight. "I am," he panted, his voice slightly raspy from the combination of all they were doing, and all that would soon come.

"I'm yours," he repeated, moving his legs to wrap around Jackson's waist, the heels of his foot pressing into the cheeks of Jackson's ass. Bellamy moaned his husbeand's name in the midst of a breathy pant, needing him to come, needing to feel the warmth of his liquids spread inside of him. This was incredible. Bellamy felt like he was floating; or falling. Realization soon sinking in that it wasn't a feeling due to the haze of pleasure . . . but that he was literally sinking, and not in a sea of ecstasy. His hands went from from the back of Jackson's head to wrap around his neck when noticing that they had fallen to the ground. How they had managed to do that, belatedly registered in Bellamy's mind. Validated by Jackson's laugh, which prompted Bellamy's own, in expression of amusement over the situation.

The best part of it though . . . was that Jackson hadn't withdrawn from Bellamy. He instead, asked if he was ok and continued his thrusts. "No," Bellamy admitted, his laughter ceasing as he just heavily breathed again. His response teasing more than anything. "I still need you to come," he further teased him. With Jackson's movements and his lips on his neck, it didn't seem like he intended on stopping. "Shit," Bellamy cursed under his breath. His hand returned to the back of Jackson's head, running his fingers through it as his head tilted to kiss the side of Jackson's head, wherever you could reach, his lips touching his ear, harshly breathing against it. "You owe us a new table," he playfully taunted in blame, pushing his hips forward vigorously to match Jackson's thrusts, his heels still pushing against the flesh of Jacksons ass, all to to delve him deeper inside of him.

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There was a teasing note when Bellamy said 'No', so Jackson didn't slow his thrusts. When Bellamy told him he still needed him to come, he sped his hips again, thrusting more vigorously as he had been before. The smile quickly faded from his expression as his body overwhelmed his amusement and told him he needed to come just as much as Bellamy needed that. Everything Bellamy was doing, from his curses and sounds of pleasure, his hands in Jackson's hair, his heels driving Jackson deeper.

"God, this was your idea," Jackson teased back, though the teasing tone was hard to muster the nearer he got to orgasm. Bellamy was thrusting against him now, and the need for release was overwhelming. He turned his head to catch Bellamy's mouth in a desperate kiss, coming as soon as their tongues met and slid together. He moaned into the kiss, pumping his hips as his body flooded with pleasure in waaves. He felt like his entire body was thrumming with ecstasy, knowing Bellamy was a part of his life now forever only adding to that.

He relaxed down against Bellamy once her was finished, tucking his face in the crook of Bellamy's neck, panting hard. "Oh my God," he breathed, feeling overwhelmed with everything and so incredibly happy.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy moved with each thrust of Jackson's pushing inside him, delving deeper and deeper, his sounds of pleasure, his teasing comment about how this was his idea. Bellamy couldn't even muster a response for he felt his husbeand flood his inside with his release. And it felt so damn glorious. Bellamy groaned with immense pleasure at the feeling of even more fullness now; his husband physically claiming him, just as he always did. But this time . . . they were married.

This time, it was stronger than ever. Bellamy's chest heaved, panting, trying to catch his breath and Jackson buried his face in the crook of his neck. Bellamy's legs relaxed from where they were wrapped around Jackson, his head turning to nestle against the side of his husbeand's, while one hand caressed his back in a soothing manner. "I can never get enough of you," he breathed. He would have thought that those initial feelings of not being able to keep his hands off Jackson would eventually pass. But if anything, they seemed to just be getting stronger. More desperate. More need driven.

Bellamy pulled Jackson's head back to kiss him deeply, as he started to move from his current position on the dented table, trying to find the stability to stand on his two feet. Once he was, he eased out of the kiss and turned his head a little to look at the damage caused. "Well damn," he said, more amused than anything, before turning his head to look at his husbeand, a smile of amusement, glazed over with both their orgasms so close to each other. "We're gonna need a new table," he said with amusement, a breathy chuckle falling from his lips as he leaned forward for another kiss, clearly not prioritizing their need for new furniture right now.

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Jackson hummed a happy noise as Bellamy stroked his back, telling he he could never get enough of him. "Feeling's mutual," he breathed, smiling lazily at just how damn good this felt. When Bellamy kissed him and started to move, Jackson made a small noise of protest at the move, but he knew they couldn't linger in their room as long as they wanted. They had to go to the reception, so they needed to get dressed again and make sure they didn't look as well-fucked as they were before returning to the crowd.

Jackson chuckled at Bellamy's words as they surveyed the wrecked table, though he was still recovering from the haze of orgasm that was still making him a little foggy. "How the hell are we going to explain that?" Jackson asked, laughing again softly as he kissed Bellamy again. "We could hang it on the wall and call it modern art," he teased before another kiss.

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