For All Beanternity

[Bellamy Blake]

Bellamy lacked the coherence to debate Jackson. To tell him that he was always amazing, and that Bellamy had nothing to do with it. They had long come to terms with feelings of being with someone that they didn't deserve. It had been in part what kept them from developing a relationship, but not anymore. They were married now and Bellamy couldn't imagine his life any other way. Hearing the sound that left Jackson when Bellamy pinched him was glorious. His hands splaying over his chest, running over it, feeling the firmness, his well developed body. Giving Bellamy want he wanted, he slammed against his hips, the impact of the action causing Bellamy to arch his back, letting out a louder than usual sound at the sensation. "Yes!" He encouraged. It didn't hurt, not yet. And maybe he would be sore in the morning, anything numbed now by the pleasure and perhaps alcohol.

For the time being, he just didn't want Jackson to hold back. With each strong thrust from Jackson, Bellamy grunted, strained sounds of pleasure leaving him with every powerful push of his husbeand's hips. Bellamy's hands went to his back, easier to reach with his he was braced over him. "So close," Bellamy breathed, Jackson's words contributing to how close he was to his release. Hearing him tell him to come; to fill him. Marking him in his own way, internally rather than externally. The perfect way to balance where Jackson's own come had wound up. Bellamy's nails dug into Jackson's back, his other hand going back to the crease of his ass, fingers pressing into it. Wanting to touch him everywhere at once.

His hand moved from his back to the back of his head, holding a fistful of his hear, reflective of how close he was. Curses uttered under each breath repeatedly as his body moved under Jackson. Until finally, he fell over that edge. One more powerful thrust, one more loud sound of pleasure, and Bellamy felt himself pour his release deep within Jackson. Filling him as completely as he possibly could, coming hard inside of him, as Bellamy's body relaxed against the bed, forcing his eyes to stay open to watch his husbeand as he came inside of him. "Oh my god," Bellamy breathed, his voice a little raspy, from everything. All he could do was stare at his husbeand, his hand moving from Jackson's ass to soothe over his back where his nails may have dug into him a little too deeply.

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Encouraged by the way Bellamy arched under him, how loudly Bellamy was responding to him, the nails that dug into his back, Jackson didn't slow down or ease up, his own nails digging into Bellamy's chest in response to the exquisite pleasure-pain Bellamy was giving him. The grip in his hair, Bellamy's panted curses, the glistening of his own come still on Bellamy's face... it was all so perfect, so right, and Jackson couldn't help his own groan of pleasure as Bellamy came inside him. He closed his eyes, a lazy, wanton smile forming on his mouth for a moment before he looked down at Bellamy again.

He didn't stop moving right away, he just rocked his hips slowly, making sure to get every last drop from Bellamy, drawing out his pleasure for as long as he could, letting out a sigh as Bellamy's hand roamed over his back, soothing the skin he'd just abused with his nails. It felt so good Jackson didn't want to stop, as he leaned down and kissed Bellamy deeply, still tasting his own release on his mouth.

His own fingers brushed over the marks he'd left on Bellamy's chest for a moment before sliding into his hair to deepen this kiss even more, pouring everything he felt into it. "You're amazing," he breathed, pulling out of the kiss and starting to lap up the mess from Bellamy's cheek with a groan. He still hadn't quite stopped moving, just rocking barely over Bellamy as Bellamy started to soften inside him, enjoying the comfort of that connection.

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[Bellamy Blake]

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whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

The feeling of Jackson digging his own nails into his chest, just added to the sensation. It felt incredible, everything about this felt incredible. Bellamy's chest heaved as he basked in the aftermath of his orgasm, waves of pleasure crashing over him. And Jackson continued to maximize them, slowly rocking his hips over him. Bellamy never wanted to be parted from his husbeand; he never wanted to lose that contact with him. The younger male's hand fell to Jackson's ass, casually resting on a cheek as it just moved along with the rocking of his hips, feeling him move on top of his cock, still inside Jackson as it slowly started to shrink.

His other hand was on the back of Jackson's head, fingers tangled in her hair as he parted his lips to deepen the kiss that Jackson embraced him embraced him with. His soothing hands running over his bare chest and words of praise warming Bellamy's entire body. When Jackson started to clean him off, Bellamy let out a moan of pleasure and satisfaction, his eyes closed, continuing to soak in the perfection of this moment.

"Feels so good, to be inside of you," he breathed, mixed in with another moan as he slowly opened his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Jackson now cleaning him off. "Don't ever stop," he said with a smile, never wanting this heat that existed between them to fade. Though, it never seemed like it would. And it made their relationship all the more amazing. "I love you," he stated, compelled to say these words, and never stop uttering them, for they felt as natural as inhaling and exhaling.

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Jackson loved the way Bellamy was responding to this prolonged stimulation, soaking it in just like Jackson was. The moan that escaped him when Jackson started to clean hi up went through Jackson like a shiver, and every gentle touch of Bellamy's felt amazing in contrast to what they'd just been doing. He let out a breathy laugh as Bellamy told him to never stop, starting to clean what was left on Bellamy's face with small, open-mouthed kisses. "If only that were an option," he murmured. Eventually, once Bellamy was fully soft, he'd slip out whether either of them wanted that or not.

Those three words spoken would never get old to Jackson. His smile widening as he pulled back to look at Bellamy, stroking his fingers through his hair. "I love you too," he breathed. They felt like the most important words in the world right now, made even better by the truth in them. "Feels so good to be married to you," he added, turning Bellamy's words back to him with a slight alteration.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Bellamy was fairly certain he could stay like this forever. In the arms of his husbeand, each soft kiss, the way their bodies were joined as one . . . utter perfection. Perpetual bliss. Hapbeaness. He breathed another moan at Jackson's touches, a response to those incredible words as well. Three words exchanged between them that had progressed their relationship to what it was now. Marriage. Love. It was amazing. "Like wise," Bellamy told him with a smile, staring into his beautiful eyes, his fingers still going through his hair, moving to the nape of his neck to caress it. "Our marriage is off to a pretty damn good start," Bellamy said playfully, his smile widening. The consumption of alcohol didn't make him feel nauseous or on the verge of passing out. He was far more intoxicated on his husbeand that he was on any alcoholic beverage.

Gently pushing down Jackson's head so that Bellamy could reach him, the younger male pressed his lips against Jackson's ear. "And it's only just beginning," he teased. This was just the beginning of what he knew would be a beautiful marriage. The start of a new chapter in their lives. Gently nipping on his earlobe he turned his head to look at Jackson once more. "Make sure you do a thorough job of cleaning me up," he said with the utmost teasing, referring to his release on his face. "I'm sure it tastes bellicious," he added on with a chuckle. Apparently, the alcohol while not slurring his words . . . added a realm of humor of word play that Bellamy didn't otherwise often engage in.

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Jackson's smile widened a little as Bellamy agreed it felt good to be married, then chuckled softly when he said it was off to a good start. "It really is," he said, knowing the delight he felt in this moment was clear on his face, being with his husbeand, just basking in the glow of being together, and the shared hope they'd found in each other. It was almost too much. "I think our table would disagree," he teased.

The idea of this only just beginning was an amazing one, and Jackson couldn't help but hope it would last a long, long time. He moved a little more slowly over Bellamy cheek when Bellamy told him to make sure he cleaned him up well... and then couldn't help but snort as Bellamy turned his own name into an adjective. After a moment, it sunk in more, and he laughed, dropping his head to Bellamy's shoulder and groaning a little. When he regained a little composure, he turned his head to kiss Bellamy's neck. "You always taste bellicious," he teased, then lifted up to kiss his cheek again. "A little Jacksonian tonight too," he added. Not as good a pun as Bell's, but there wasn't a lot that could be done with his own name.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy chuckled when Jackson referred to their broken table, turning his head to look at it, lying on the ground dented and destroyed and . . . containing memories that would always bring a smile to Bellamy's lips. He closed his eyes once more, turning his head back toward Jackson as he continued to kiss away his release, moving his lips down to his neck . . . hearing him encourage the pun he'd stated. Causing another laugh from the younger male, more so when he referred to it as a Jacksonian. Bellamy's hand trailed over Jackson's body, sighing with enjoyment at the attentions his husbeand was paying to him.

"You taste better," he told him. "I have definite proof of that." Leaning up a little to kiss his lips deeply, referring to both the taste of his lips as well as the taste of his come that he had the pleasure of experiencing earlier today. Deepening it for a few moments before easing out of it once more and resting his head against the pillow again, he smiled up at Jackson. "Jacksonian is my favorite flavor;" He stated, clear, a hint of suggestiveness to his voice as he was curious. Saying the word brought amusement to his gaze as he looked up at his beautiful husbeand. "How much more you got in you?" He asked him teasingly, hoping that he wasn't done for the night.

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Jackson drew a slow breath, letting it out at the way Bellamy's hands ran over his body, this entire night feeling so incredible. "Proof?" he said, smiling. "Taste is subjective," he teased, but he couldn't help but moan softly into the kiss against his lips. Then the hint of suggestiveness in Bellamy's next words were enough to spark some renewed interest in his body.

"Enough for the rest of our lives," he answered, brushing his thumb over Bellamy's cheek, gently caressing as he shifted to align their hips and rolled his against Bellamy's, wondering how ready Bellamy was again. "Certainly enough for a few more hours," he teased. He let one of his hands drift down from Bellamy's hair, over his throat and to his chest. He licked his lips, holding Bellamy's gaze. "What do you want more than anything else right now?" he murmured, kissing Bellamy again and this time deepening it.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy smiled, hearing Jackson speak of how he had enough for the rest of their lives. The movement of his hands over his skin felt sensational, and the rockng of his hips was enough for Bellamy to let out a heavy breath at the feeling, his body already awakening for more . . . starting to ready itself for more. Bellamy's legs parted a little more, sliding them up a little so that his feet were flat against the bed and knees propped upward.

"Only a few?" He joked teasingly, as Jackson told him that he had enough for a few more hours. Bellamy let out another slow breathy moan as Jackson's hand started to move down his neck, to his chest, the way his tongue moved over his lips sending another wave of desire through his body . . . his question doing the same thing and the kiss just adding to his building need. Bellamy instantly returned it, fervently kissing him with no lack of passion, the question belatedly registering in his mind. He eased out of the kiss long enough to answer his question.

"Just you." A simple response, yet holding impact. Bellamy moved his foot, the heel of it pressing and dragging it along the crease of Jackson's ass. "I want you anyway I can have you," he continued, pressing his lips against him one more, his hand wrapping around his husbeand's body. "And any way you'll have me," he uttered aganist his lips. "Even if it involves breaking more furniture," he added in complete jest, teasing towards their earlier actions of the destroyed table.

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Bellamy's fervent kiss only further started waking Jackson's body back up, blood rushing to his groin once more s he rocked down against Bellamy in response. Just Jackson, Bellamy said. It wasn't the specific answer Jackson wanted, but it turned him on more than any specific could. It felt so good to have someone just want him, all of him, stripped down (literally and figuratively) to this ultimate expression of who he was, and who they were together.

He groaned as Bellamy's foot slid up, pressing into his ass, his arms wrapping around him, wish he could just wrap himself in Bellamy. One of his hands slid to Bellamy's ass, squeezing and then running down the thigh that was lifted round him. He chuckled bretahlessly when Bellamy stopped talking. "Let's spare the furniture and get better sex toys," he teased back, his fingers pressing into Bellamy's chest. "You have me," he whispered, kissing Bellamy between words. "Every part of me." He kissed down Bellamy's neck, biting at his Adam's apple. His hand slid back up Bellamy's thigh and slid around to press his finger to Bellamy's entrance, not pressing inside but circling it with his fingertip. "I want every part of you."

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy basked in the feeling of Jackson's hand on his ass, squeezing him, adding to his excitement that was already growing. He chuckled once more at the remark of sparing the furniture and getting better sex toys. "What do you have in mind?" He asked, his lips moving along Jackson's jaw. "We already have handcuffs." That they had used for sexual purposes. Bellamy knew that the ability to get these kinds of 'toys' wasn't exactly easy in terms of manufacturing. But he was just toying with the idea -- no pun intended. Wanting to hear if there were any, or any ideas, that his husbeand had in mind when it came to other objects. His words served as a means to further arouse Bellamy, assuring him that he had him; that he had every part of him.

The younger male groaned with pleasure when he felt Jackson's teeth on his Adam's apple. Bellamy's hand returned to the back of his head, gripping a handful of Jackson's hair, encouraging him with his skilled mouth and the jolts of pleasure it sent coursing through Bellamy's body. God, he loved it when he did that. Felt so damn good. As if it wasn't enough . . . his hand moved to his entrance, moving around the outer area without going inside. A breathy sound of need left Bellamy's lips, wanting more, needing more. "Then have me," he encouraged in a low voice, ever so slightly raising his head and tilting it to the side so that he could find his ear, sucking on his earlobe, teasing it with his teeth. "Take every part of me," he further encouraged. He pushed his hips up, hoping to create more contact with Jackson's hand where it was, and his actions serving as a strong encouragement for more.

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Jackson made a pleased noise, just enjoying the feel of Belllamy under him as he asked what he had in mind. Truthfully, he wished there was someone in camp that had the time to make safe sex toys. it might spare him the rare uncomfortable doctor's visit from someone who's tried something they shouldn't have. "Sure we can find something to re-purpose," he breathed against Bellamy's neck.

He bit a little harder at Bellamy's words, reacting to both them and the press of Bellamy's body against his finger. He pulled his finger back just enough so that he still wasn't penetrating Bellamy, just stimulating him lightly. "Oh, I will," he promised, curling his hand around Bellamy's, the one that wasn't in his hair. He stretched it out to his side, pressing the back of Bellamy's hand to the mattress firmly.

He started kissing over Bellamy's shoulder, over the firm muscle of Bellamy's upper arm, moving lower. Puasing to pay special attention to the sensitive skin in Bellamy's inner elbow, he swirled his tongue and sucked before continuing down. "Anyway you can have me, huh?" he murmured, moving his lips over Bellamy's forearms and paying the same special treatment to his inner wrists before kissing his palm, and sliding hie tongue over each finger to the tip.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Jackson's reactions to Bellamy's words continued to add pleasure to his already needy body. Already craving more of his husbeand . . . as if he could ever truly be sated. He did feel the deprivation of his finger near his entrance, not yet allowing it to slip inside despite the aching urge for it. Instead, he moved his hand that had been on him, and pressed it against the mattress. The action caused Bellamy to smile as he watched his spouse start to kiss along his arm. Each touch of his lips, tease with his teeth, and nip of his skin drove Bellamy further and further to that desire needing to be fulfilled.

He moaned in response, his free hand gliding down Jackson's back as he hooked a leg around Jackson's lower body. Swallowing, he turned his head to continue to watch him, Bellamy's tongue running over his own lips. Observing him through heavily lidded eyes, glossed over with sheer need and enjoyment. The way his tongue worked his arm, sensually moving up it to his fingers which he licked with just as much ease. "Oh my god," he groaned, taking in a deep breath as his fingers instinctively reached out to touch his lips and face, whatever he could reach without fighting against Jackson's hold on him. For now. "That feels so good," he praised him, still watching, still aching for more. "Then again, your tongue never feels anything less than amazing." All of Jackson felt amazing, all the time.

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Jackson smiled against Bellamy's skin at the way Bellamy was responding to this treatment, the moaning, the way he was watching Jackson, the way his fingers reached to touch what he could of his face. The way Bellamy hooked his leg around him made Bellamy's need very obvious against him, and Jackson's was equally obvious. He rolled his hips slowly, achingly slowly, against Bellamy as his kissed back up the arm, taking Bellamy's other hand and stretching it out to the side the way he'd done with the first arm.

He kissed up Bellamy's jaw before moving to the next arm, over his chin, and then brushed his lips to Bellamy's as if he were going to kiss him, but pulling out of reach as Bellamy started to respond. He gave Bellamy a mischievous smile, then moved to his shoulder, starting to move down his other arm the same way he did the first, rolling his hips again as he reached Bellamy's wrist. "Every last part of you," he breathed. "Bellamy Blake-Jackson."

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy couldn't help the thrill that shot through him when Jackson reached for his other hand, moving it to the same position on the opposite side that he had done to his first. Allowing his husbeand full control. The way he rocked his hips against him, painstakingly slowly . . . brought forth a groan from Bellamy, trying to push his hips up to create more friction. Though even then, it wasn't enough. He wanted more, needed more.

And the way that Jackson's lips were moving along his skin, as if to kiss him but moving out of reach . . . well, damn. That was just making him even harder and more needy. Bellamy let out a huff of disappointment, his eyes following Jackson as he started to kiss up his arm. Another moan escaped Bellamy when he rolled his hips again, his lips on his skin leaving a trail of heat . . . while his husbeand's hips were driving him mad with need.

 His breathing hitched for a moment, his leg around him firm in its grip, pushing them closer together as he thrust upward to rub their cocks together again. Trying to get him as hard as he was so that he would provide them with some relief. "God, I love hearing you say my full name," he moaned, his fingers where Jackson was near, trying to reach out to touch him. Bellamy's head turned toward his spouse, unable to touch much of him from this angle. "I need you," he told him, breathing the words that seemed so natural.