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The night air felt cool against his skin as Jackson walked home with Bellamy after their wedding reception. His arm was draped over Bellamy's shoulders as he watched the other guests depart as well, all going back to their respective places. Some of them were drunk, some of them not. On a scale of one to ten, Jackson would say he was just beyond tipsy himself. Which was unusual, given usually he didn't drink just in case of emergencies. But tonight called for something different, and he was pretty sure Bellamy had indulged as much as he had, anyway.

When they got close to their door, Jackson yelped and then started laughing when he felt Bellamy unexpectedly swoop him off his feet before opening the door, having forgotten the comment earlier about carrying him into their home. Still laughing as Bellamy walked them inside, Jackson pressed his face to Bellamy's neck as his arms draped over his shoulders. "Don't drop me," he joked, but Bellamy didn't feel 100% steady, and Jackson wasn't exactly light. Then again, Jackson's own inebriation could be the reason for the feeling of unsteadiness. "Pretty sure I'm much more use to you in one piece," he added with a hint of innuendo, kissing Bellamy's neck as soon at the door was shut, not waiting for Bellamy to put him down.

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[Bellamy Blake]

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THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy wasn't a heavy drinker. The act always discouraged due to the responsibility he felt and thus, the need to keep his inhibitions in tact. On the Ark, it had been to protect his family, down here it had been to protect his people. Any drinking that followed was out of mourning. But tonight . . . he drank to celebrate. Jackson and him had gotten married. It was all still so surreal, with each passing moment. The night had started to draw to an end, and while Jackson and Bellamy weren' the last to leave, the crowd had started to dwindle.

It had been a wonderful reception, but Bellamy was fully ready to enjoy the remainder of the night with his beloved husbeand. He was even more elated than usual, knowing it must be the effects of the alcohol. Not enough to leave him completely inebriated to the point of not recalling what was happening . . . but enough to make him feel slightly loopy. In the best way possible. Mixed in with the joy of marrying the man that he loved. When they got to their apartment, Bellamy opened the door and then scooped Jackson into his arms, a teasing action to reference the earlier stated playful comment of carrying him through the thresshold to fulfill such wedding traditions. Once inside, Bellamy kicked the door shut as he led Jackson to the bed, chuckling at his husbeand's words.

"I won't," he returned with the same playful ease, though sincere in his assurance. "I need every part of you fully in tact tonight." With that, he set Jackson on the bed, laying on his back. The feeling of his spouse's lips on his neck already fueling that much needed desire to have his husbeand. With Jackson laying down, Bellamy remained sitting on the edge of the bed, his feet on the ground and body titled toward Jackson. He leaned down, passionately kissing his husbeand on the lips while his hand started working on unbutton in shirt to expose his upper body.

His lips moved down the front of Jackson's neck in a trail of kisses, before enjoying the skin of his well formed chest. Not even bothering to fully take off Jackson's shirt, but rather, just open it up for his viewing and touching pleasure. His lips, tongue and teeth, caressed his body, lightly biting and scuking at his nipple, twirling his tongue around it before gliding it over to taste as much of his husbeand as he could. His hands moved to Jackson's legs, not bothering to look as he propped his knee up so that he could start tugging off his husbeand's shoes, tossing them to the ground.

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Jackson was grinning as Bellamy set him down on the bed, but then moaned when Bellamy leaned over to kiss him. He'd never actually done any of this drunk before, and given alcohol was a depressant, he was almost surprised at how quickly he was hard, the sensation of Bellamy's kiss doing him in almost immediately. The tingles Bellamy's tongue against his sent down his spine were amazing and different than ever before.

He'd buried both his hands in Bellamy's hair as they kissed, but when Bellamy started to undress him, his lips moving lower, He left one hand in Bellamy's hair as the other reached out to touch Bellamy. He ran his hand over Bellamy's clothed chest, pressing his neck and chest up against Bellamy's mouth, feeling more eager than usual... which was saying a lot, because Jackson was always eager for Bellamy's touch. He let out little noises of pleasure as Bellamy bit and sucked his nipple, gasping and arching against the bed as his own hand started to fumble open Bellamy's shirt. He let Bellamy pull his shoes off, slipping his hand inside Bellamy's shirt when it was half open to run his hand over Bellamy's chest. He pinched gently at Bellamy's nipple, then a little harder, plucking it between his fingertips, his other hand moving to unfasten his own pants. His breathing was already heavy. "Never needed anyone so much in my life," he panted.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

The barrier of Bellamy's clothing -- and Jackson's in fact -- never felt more stifling. The touch of Jackson's hand over his clothed chest made him ache for more than that. And fortunately, Jackson was taking care of him while Bellamy practically devoured his husbeand. The arching of his back shooting a thrill through him at his body's reaction to Bellamy's touch. Serving as further encouragement as he continued to use all parts of his mouth, lisp, tongue and teeth, to caress, tease, and nip at Jackson's upper body.

He groaned as he finally felt the skin of Jackson's hand on his own warm body, the jolt of him pinching his nipple causing Bellamy to instinctively bite down on Jackson's no longer neglected nipple in response. God, Jackson's touch felt good. Whatever pleasurable pain meant to be felt . . . either heightened or subdued by the alcohol coursing through his system. Bellamy wasn't sure which one it was. Only that he was greatly enjoying the feeling. His fingers moving to his pants almost distracting Bellamy's mouth from where it was, his heart beating heavily at the excitement of seeing Jackson's fully body unclothed.

Not that this was the first time, but . . . they were married now. And he was incredibly happy. "Me too," he breathed amidst each movement of his mouth, teeth and tongue grazing down his stomach. "Who needs dessert when I have you," he teased with a breathy chuckle, the alcohol clearly making him more flirtatious in his words. Bellamy decided to help Jackson, his hands going to his to help open up his pants and pull them down along with his boxers. It allowed Bellamy's mouth to travel further down, tasting the now exposed apex of his thighs, nipping into the skin.

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God, it felt like Bellamy couldn't get enough of tasting, and nipping at Jackson's skin, and Jackson was not going to complain. He arched more, letting out a little cry of pleasure mixed with pain as Bellamy bit down on his nipple when Jackson pinched him, enjoying the way each of his actions produced a reaction from Bellamy, like they were each constantly driving each other's pleasure forward, like it couldn't be stopped.

His hand continued working open Bellamy's shirt, chuckling when Bellamy said he was better than dessert, and then laughed himself. There was something so sexy about Bellamy's laugh. "Mmmm, I'll be your dessert. Just promise you'll eat every last drop," he replied, thinking he might have felt silly saying that if he didn't have some moonshine in him. But right now, he felt like Bellamy was devouring him like the best thing he'd ever tasted.

"Mmph, yes," he panted, as Bellamy kissed the tip of this thighs, his cock aching for more as he pulled Bellamy's pants open too, sliding his hand in... and since Bellamy was teasing, he slid his hand inside over Bellamy's hip, tracing the lines with his fingertips.

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[Bellamy Blake]

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THE HELL WE WANT

Everything about Jackson was such a turn on. The way he looked, the way he felt, the way he sounded. In this case, his words, the tone, the laughter . . . Bellamy didn't even blame the alcohol he had. Jackson made him more intoxicated than any drink possibly could. His breathing hitched a little when he felt Jackson slip his hand in his pants, aching for him to touch where his body showed a clear sign of arousal, but he was returning the tease. "I will," Bellamy breathed in assurance of eating every last drop. "I want to taste every single part of you." His lips trailed to his cock, licking the bottom before sucking on the sac of skin, purposely avoiding too much attention on his length.

His hands returned to Jackson's pants, pulling them down and off with the position of his knees still propped up, and tossed them as carelessly to the ground as he did his shoes. He didn't bother with Jackson's shirt yet. It was already unbutton and Bellamy would take care of the rest later. "God, I just want to devour every inch of you," he teased once freeing his mouth. Both hands slipped under Jackson's ass, parting his cheeks a little so that he could run his tongue along his crease, sucking at his entrance as he continued to taste him, opening him up more so that Bellamy could probe his tongue within him to soak up as much of Jackson's flavor as he could, an involuntarily enthusiastic groan escaping him amidst his actions, his fingers squeeze his cheeks while continuing to keep him parted a little.

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"Mmm, that better be a promise," Jackson said, when Bellamy assured him he was going to taste every single part of him, groaning as Bellamy's lips and tongue worked over his cock and his sac briefly. "Better make sure marriage hasn't spoiled me already," he moaned, shifting a little to help Bellamy get his pants off. His fingers tightened in Bellamy's hair as he told him he wanted to devour every inch of him. "What're you waiting for?" he teased, grinning. His grin slid off as a look of sheer pleasure came over him when Bellamy gripped his ass.

He closed his eyes, arching a little and pressing his head back against the bed, moaning as Bellamy's tongue licked and sucked at his entrance, then started to probe inside him. His hand keeping Jackson's cheeks open only made it better and he pressed himself down against Bellamy's mouth more, his hand tugging Bellamy's hair more to urge him on. "Should taste better now. M'so happy, it must bleed through."

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[Bellamy Blake]

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THE HELL WE WANT

A promise. It most certainly was. Tonight was their first night as husbeands. Bellamy wanted to fully explore that; celebrate it and not waste a single second. This would only happen once: their first night spent together as a married couple. He wanted to do it right. Bellamy chuckled a little, listening as Jackson spoke of how he tastes better now due to his happiness.

"You taste like joy," he told him, uncaring whether it made sense or not. He wasn't exactly thinking about being coherent. He was intoxicated . . . with love. Even his thoughts were less than sober. Feeling encouraged with Jackson's body arching and his fingers in Bellamy's hair, he decided to cease from talking and put his mouth to better use.

Pushing his tongue into Jackson's opening again, his fingers pressed into the cheeks of his ass, his head bobbing a little with the enthusiasm of his actions, thrusting his tongue inside of him as he would something else. His teeth occasionally nipping at what he could of his skin, sucking him, groaning at the taste of him. Was it possible that he did taste better? Bellamy didn't even know. He spread him a part a bit further until he couldn't resist stroking him, moving one hand to firmly grip his cock, sliding his fingers over his entire length in a repeated motion.

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Jackson laughed breathlessly at Bellamy's words, but just the sound of them made Jackson impossibly happier than he already was. "You taste like joy." Words so perfect because joy was exactly what Jackson felt, and a word he never thought to use, never thought would apply to him. "Oh, God," he moaned, and Bellamy started to work his tongue over his entrance, enthusiastically nipping and sucking and probing into him. It felt like Bellamy was a starving man, and Jackson were a feast, and Jackson couldn't help but wonder if this was really much different from the times before, or if it was just because the emotional component was so much more heightened.

"S'what yo make me feel," he panted, tugging Bellamy's hair, at first urging hims to go deeper with his mouth as Bellamy's hand starting to stroke him. "Joy. Never thought I could feel like this," he groaned. He slid one foot down the back of Bellamy's body ince his arms couldn't reach, then dug his heel firmly inot Bellamy's ass, knowing it would press his erection firmly against the mattress. "God, yes, eat me," he almost growled, rocking his hips down against Bellamy's face, soaking up every minute of it, though he knew there was only so much more of this he could take before he'd need more.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Jackson's words were arousing Bellamy further. Then again, there wasn't much about Jackson that didn't turn Bellamy on. His reaction to his touch adding zeal to Bellamy's actions; a strong enthusiasm as his rhythm of slipping his tongue in and out of Jackson's entrance, picked up the pace and strength, moving as deeper as the muscle in his tongue would allow him to. "Me neither," he breathed, groaning against Jackson, wanting his husbeand to know that he too felt that mutual unfamiliarity with something akin to joy. Hapbeanness. All the things that Jackson instilled and inspired within him. It was becoming increasingly difficult to form words right now, especially with Jackson telling him to eat him. Urging him to have his fill, and Bellamy would certainly take him up on that offer. With Jackson's foot pressing into his ass, Bellamy's breathing hitched, instinctively nipping Jackson's skin where it sucked and probed, from the sudden impact of his cock being pressed against the mattress, the friction of it further hardening him -- as if that was even possible at this moment.

His nails slightly bit into the cheek of Jackson's ass, pressing into the skin while his other hand continued to tend to his cock. He withdrew his tongue from Jackson, sucking at the spot before gathering enough coherence to speak. "Maybe you should come on my face this time," he teased him, referencing a former time when he had come on Jackson's. And damn, it had been glorious to mark his lover in such a way. Suddenly feeling driven by that thought, his mouth captured the sac of skin, hungrily sucking it before that appetite went right to his cock, devouring him completely, his finger taking the place of where his tongue had been as he pushed it inside Jackson.

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God, Bellamy was certainly taking Jackson's request seriously, and Jackson gasped when Bellamy nipped his skin in reaction to the press of his foot. Bellamy must be achingly hard, and his mouth was getting Jackson very loose and relaxed. When his nails bit into Jackson's skin, Jackson was about to tell Bellamy to fuck him. But when Bellamy's spoke, that flew out the window. "Oh, yes, I want that," he moaned, and then made a louder noise of pleasure when Bellamy's finder slid inside him, not neglecting how he'd already gotten Jackson wanting more inside him.

He couldn't stop the moans and groans Bellamy drove out of him, the way his mouth worked over him like he couldn't get enough, his fingers thrusting in and out. He hadn't intended for Bellamy to just pleasure him right now, but it felt too good to stop, and Bellamy seemed like he was enjoying it as much as Jackson was. Besides, who was Jackson to deny Bellamy his desire to be marked by Jackson?

He felt like he was babbling now, moaning words of encouragement and praise as Bellamy drove him closer and closer to the edge, until finally he gasped, "I'm close!" he grabbed Bellamy's shoulder, and guided him to his back, gently, but quickly, rolling with him so that he was straddling Bellamy's face. "Close your eyes," he panted and then started to stroke himself quickly until pleasure swamped him and he came, his hot release spilling over Bellamy's face, unable to look away from the sight as it only added more excitement to his release.

He milked every drop of his orgasm onto Bellamy's face, and then just looked at him, breathing hard. He wanted to collapse against Bellamy to recover, but Bellamy looked so good like this, and he knew he needed to tend to Bellamy too. "My husbeand," he whispered, drawing his finger through a streak of come on Bellamy's cheek, just smearing it onto his face more. "I'm so lucky."

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[Bellamy Blake]

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THE HELL WE WANT

The sounds that left Jackson . . . incredible as always. Encouraging as always. Music to Bellamy's ears that made him want to hear so much more. His actions becoming more driven, sucking himn harder, thrusting his fingers into his entrance deeper, toying with him, more fervent in the goal of getting Jackson to come. He suddenly exclaimed that he was close, a shooting anticipation coursing through his body at the thought of soon being marked by him. Jackson proceeded to move their positions, soon straddling his face as he stroked himself. The new position only strengthening Bellamy's arousal. With Jackson's legs on either side of his face, and his cock so close to him . . . it made Bellamy's heart beat faster in his chest.

The timing was perfect, because once Jackson instructed him to close his eyes, and Bellamy complied . . . he felt the warm splash of come pour onto his face. The sensation was amazing, as Bellamy basked in the feeling of being marked by his husbeand. His release seeping onto his skin. He remained motionless, letting every drop pour onto him, until he didn't feel anymore. He slowly opened his eyes, looking at Jackson through heavy lids. Bellamy folded his lips inward, tasting his husbeand's delicious liquid. His lips moved to where he could kiss Jackson, his tongue occasionally gliding along his skin.

The word uttered by his spouse, causing Bellamy to deeply inhale at the beauty of how it sounded. The beauty of the man who said it. Bellamy knew that he should allow him a moment to recover, and perhaps giving him a few right now was enough. He needed him though. He was so hard, aching for his husbeand. Bellamy turned his head a little, capturing Jackson's finger that further smeared the come onto his face, between his lips as he sucked it, gliding his tongue along it before releasing his finger, now clean from the come. For the time being. The scent, the taste, the feel of it . . . it was an assault on his senses. And still, he greedily longed for more.

"Amazing," he breathed in awe. "I'm definitely the lucky one." He knew he was still covered but maybe that was what prompted him to carry out his next actions. The thought of coming after his husbeand marked him. "Oh my god, I need you so much," he moaned. Bellamy's hands went to Jackson's hips, sliding him down on his body until they were properly aligned. Bellamy's hand fell between them, guiding his cock to Jackson's entrance and thrusting his own hips upward so that he could push inside Jackson. Bellamy heavily exhaled in the pleasure of being inside of his spouse. Despite the fact that Bellamy was lying on his back with his husbeand straddled above him, he was still willing to put in some work. So he thrust upward again, driving his cock deeper into Jackson as another loud groan erupted from the younger male while Bellamy's nails raked up Jackson's bare back.

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The way Bellamy looked with Jackson's come glistening on his face, the way he kissed what he could reach of Jackson's skin, and captured Jackson's finger to suck it clean... Jackson was spent physically, but it was so sexy Jackson couldn't look away, panting softly as he watched, his mouth open, his gaze soft. But he knew he couldn't watch for long, and when Bellamy said he needed him, Jackson panted, "I know." He was going to ask what Bellamy wanted, but Bellamy started to push him back down his body. Jackson knew what he wanted then, and he wanted it probably almost as much as Bellamy. His body was still loose from wht Bellamy had started with his mouth and finger, and now his orgasm had relaxed him more.

Bellamy felt amazing as he slid inside, thrusting into Jackson right away, and Jackson let him have contol for a few deep thrusts, moaning with each one, until Bellamy's nails down his back made him groan. "Oh, yes!" he moaned, his head falling back, eyes closing for a moment, but then he sat up enough to start working his thighs. Moving up and down over Bellamy's shaft, driving himself down with a little twist of his hips, just to pull up again and repeat the process. "Could never get enough of you," he panted. "Love riding you." He reached a hand back, cupping Bellamy's balls and squeezing gently as he bounced over Bellamy's lap.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Bellamy watched the glorious sight of his husbeand, the way his head fell back and he groaned with verbal acknowledgement of how good it felt. And damn, did it feel good. To be inside his husbend, to have their bodies joined as one. His heat engulfing Bellamy's cock in the exact way he needed it right now. After his initial few thrusts, Jackson started to take over, moving up over him and rising a little before falling. Bellamy instinctively arched his back, pushing him further against him as he groaned with pleasure at the sensation. The way he twisted above him jolting Bellamy with how incredible it felt. He watched every movement of his spouse as he repeated the action, over and over again; rising and falling over his cock, driving him deeper. His words just adding to it, making Bellamy's head swim with both pleasure and need. "Me neither," he breathed, groans of ecstasy before and after his words.

"Love watching you ride me," he said with a slight smirk, subdued only due to the more dominant expression of enjoyment and building need. "You are so damn amazing," he praised, his eyes locked onto him, watching the sensual way he bounced over his lap. He sharply inhaled when Jackson squeezed his balls, and Bellamy thrust his hips upward, though was rather enjoying letting Jackson control; enjoying the view of him working his cock inside him. Bellamy's hands trailed up Jackson's chest, continued strained grunts of pleasure involuntarily escaping him, getting louder and louder. His fingers stopped at Jackson's nipples.

"Harder," he encouraged, before pinching each nipple in each hand, slightly twisting them as if to encourage him both verbally and non verbally. "Harder," he repeated again, his tongue running over his lips, face glossed over with mindless need. "More," he added on, reflective of just how good . . . how incredible his husbeand could make him feel. One of his hands skimmed over to Jackson's shoulder, casually resting on it to feel his rise and fall movements. His other hand dragged down his back, finger moving along the crease of his ass where he could feel and reach from this angle. "So, damn, good," he breathed, each groan and grunt of pleasure unwavering, knowing his words were an understatement.

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If Jackson hadn't just come, Bellamy's words, and the way he looked at him would have had Jackson hard again in a heartbeat. "You make me amazing," he panted in response to Bellamy's words. He'd had good sex before Bellamy, but none of it compared to being with Bellamy. There was something about Bellamy that made Jackson want to be everything for the other man, his now husbeand, and there always had been. And it only got better the longer they were together.

Bellamy demanded he go harder, so Jackson did, letting out a small cry of pleasure when Bellamy pinched his nipples and twisted, leaving neither nipple neglected. Bellamy told him harder again, then more, and Jackson did his best to give Bellamy exactly what he needed, closing his eyes and moaning as he practically slammed his body against Bellamy's. His movement just on the edge of pain, but so amazing at the same time. He leaned forward, bracing himself against Bellamy's chest as he moved, feeling sweat break across his face. "Oh, yes!" he panted. "Come inside me. I want to feel you fill me up," he moaned.

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