For All Beanternity

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It was difficult to maintain control of himself, listening to the way his husbeand's breath hitched, the way his leg tightened around him as Bellamy thrust up, wanting more than when Jackson was giving him. He couldn't stop the groan that left his lips at that, fighting his urge to thrust back, or sink lower between Bellamy's knees and push his cock inside his spouse. But right now he wanted to make Bellamy beg, and by his words, it sounded like he was on the right track. He kissed his way back up Bellamy's arm and up his neck to his ear. "Need you too, Bellamy Blake-Jackson," he whispered, drawing his tongue up the shell of Bellamy's ear with a smile on his lips.

He lowered his head, kissing and sucking and Bellamy's neck, down to his collar bone and to one of his nipples, where he closed his teeth over it. He flicked his tongue at the nub as it hardened, his hand moving to pinch the other nipple so that neither nipple was neglected. As he pulled back, scraping the sensitive skin between his teeth before releasing it, he rolled his hips slowly and reached back to unhook Bellamy's leg from him so he could move down more easily.

He drew his tongue over Bellamy's nipple a couple times more, soothing the sting he'd created with his teeth, then started shifting down again, kissing over Bellamy's ribs and stomach and the spot where his torso met the top of his thigh. He looked up and smiled at Bellamy before moving to Bellamy's cock. He didn't suck it, or even lick it, but more nuzzled it with his face, eyes closed. He let his lips touch, but only to breathe over it. It was so hard not to try to taste Bellamy that the heavier breathing was not for show, but real, his own heart starting to race with need. He drew his nose along one side of it, then moved lower, pressing his face and lips against his sac, his hands moving to part Bellamy's cheeks so Bellamy could feel him panting against his entrance.

"So lucky I get to spend the rest of my life worshiping you like this," he moaned against Bellamy's entrance, then turned his head to kiss his inner thigh with a new hunger, because now he was probably as desperate as he was trying to make Bellamy. He sucked and licked down Bellamy's inner thigh, biting the closer he got to he knee, but fuck he wanted Bellamy so much right now.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

The way Jackson was moving over Bellamy; his words just making him harder. Expressing how much he needed him, the way his tongue glided over his ear . . . moving so sensually. Bellamy was forever mesmerized by his beautiful husbeand, never tiring of this. Of watching him. Of taking in every alluring movement. When he moved lower, starting to suck at his neck, Bellamy closed his eyes, his breathing hitching once again as he ached for more . . . though he was greatly enjoying his husbeand's attentions.

Bellamy sharply inhaled when he felt Jackson's teeth close over his nipple, biting him hard, as it sent a jolt of pleasure through Bellamy's body. Everything just adding onto the intense need he was experiencing. He opened his eyes, slightly raising his head so that he could watch Jackson. Bellamy's tongue ran over his own lips, expression glazed over with desire and how damn turned on he was. The way Jackson's tongue soothed over the area . . . another sharp inhalation when he pinched his other nipple, a moan mixed in with the sound.

"Oh god," Bellamy breathed, his head falling back to the pillow but only for a brief moment as he felt Jackson's lips continue to move downward on his body, consuming every part of him. And Bellamy basked in that feeling. The heat of his mouth, the wetness of his tongue. It was all too much. Too amazing. Bellamy's leg fell limply to the side when forced to move from its wrapped position. Jackson's mouth was inching closer and closer to where Bellamy needed him . . . but just as soon as he felt it, there was no relief given to his aching cock.

 It was enough to make Bellamy raise his head again to watch him. That smile on his lips, already driving Bellamy mad with need. "Son of a bitch," he groaned in a breathy voice. Jackson's lips hardly brushing against his, feeling his nose skim along him . . . his hot breath, cheeks parted to maximize the feeling. The younger male's back arched for more, his hands falling to grip the back of Jackson's head, holding a fistful of his hair. He was moving out of reach though, as he continued to kiss his skin. Another groan, though perhaps Bellamy lost track of how many sounds of need were involuntarily escaping him.

Breathy curses utter from under his breath, but knowing they would be heard. "If this is what you plan on doing . . ." He couldn't even get the words out in one breath. Jackson's teeth working on his skin so incredible. "Then you won't have long to do the worshipping." A slight tease, aching too damn much to remain idle for long. Moving to seat himself in a slightly more upright position, Bellamy looked down at Jackson.

"Cause you're gonna be the death of me." He collapsed back onto the bed, giving his husbeand one more chance before taking control of the situation . . . and yet, the thought was a fleeting one. Because, the idea of his husbeand taking control completely, suddenly added on to his already thick arousal. Another curse fell from his lips as Bellamy raised a hand to his own forehead, brushing back his hair. "I need you so bad Jackson. Can't take it." The intensity of which he needed his spouse was practically making his head spin. Though, perhaps the alcohol could be partly to blame for that too.

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Every reaction Jackson was able to get out of Bellamy was amazing. The way he panted and groaned. The way he couldn't seem to stop lifting his head to watch Jackson as he worked his mouth over him, dropping it back moments later as if he couldn't decide if watching made it better or if watching made it harder to control himself. It was all fueling Jackson's fire to drive Bellamy to the height of his need, so when Bellamy started cursing, Jackson thought he was lucky Bellamy actually let go of his hair as he was moving down his thigh. He'd teased Bellamy before, and he knew that there was usually a point where Bellamy would just take over impatiently... and often make Jackson pay for his teasing. That moment felt narrowly avoided, and Jackson let his mouth on Bellamy grown more hungry, his own cock aching for relief.

He wasn't sure right now if he wanted Bellamy to take over and punish him or not. It was always rewarding, but he wanted to see just how far he could really push Bellamy if he could manage to not be too impatient for once. He listened as Bellamy threatened he wouldn't have long to do this if he kept teasing, chuckling slightly as his lips moved slower, even slower than before down the top of Bellamy's shin. Fuck, Bellamy couldn't even sit still--lifting more than just his head this time before collapsing back. Jackson was sure he'd never seen Bellamy like this, trying so hard to control himself, and when Bellamy spoke again, Jackson groaned. "I need you so bad Jackson. Can't take it." "Oh, fuck. Yeah, I know," Jackson breathed, rocking his hips against he mattress automatically to offer himself a little relief. His hand massaged Bellamy's foot as his lips reached the top of his ankle, then he switched to the other ankle with his lips and foot with his other hand. "You can and you will," he murmured, his lips following the same path up Bellamy's shin and thigh that he'd followed down the other one. "And then I'm going to make it worth it, however you want."

Part of him was tempted to roll Bellamy on his stomach once he reached the top of his thigh so he could continue the process of kissing his entire body, but he wasn't sure he could do that. And he wasn't sure Bellamy could handle it, though the thought of listening to and feeling Bellamy try to contain more of his desire was so incredibly tempting. The thought of Bellamy desperately thrusting against the mattress for relief because Jackson's mouth felt so good was an incredible thrill.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Jacksons own curses were not helping the situation. Bellamy was too turned in right now to think. And hearing Jackson telling him that he would take it . . . well, the command was hot. Making Bellamy moan, though not from displeasure. Quite the opposite in fact. Despite the pain that came from this slow torture. . . Bellamy had to admit that he liked this comtrolling side of Jackson. Wanting to see it . . . to experience it for as long as he could. But he wasnt entirely certain how long that would be. He kissed down his legs, massaging his foot and kissing his ankle before switching to another. It felt sensational. It only made Bellamy curse again, as did watching Jackson rub against the mattress.

"Not fair," Bellamy breather in protest. He had told him he would make this worth it . . . however he wanted. It was getting to be too much. Instinctively, Bellamys hand fell to his own cock, starting to stroke himself. While this wasnt how he wanted to come right now. . . he needed some relief. "Yeah? Tell me what you can do." he wanted to hear Jackson say what sort of options there were, enjoying the sound of his husbeands voice, especially in such contexts. "How are you going to make this worth it? What can you do to me?" his hand moving over his cock, uncaring if it went against the undetermined rules of this teasing game. "Oh my god, what the hell are you doing to me." so damn much, that was for sure.

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Jackson chuckled breathlessly as Bellamy told him rocking against the mattress was no fair, and did it again just to tease, groaning against Bellamy's skin as he reached Bellamy's thigh with his lips. He glanced up when he saw movement to see Bellamy stroking himself, then lifted his head to watch for a moment as Bellamy demanded to know how Jackson was going to make up for what he was doing to him. He let out a few shaky breath, his mouth open, his eyes half-lidded with desire at the sight before him, of Bellamy so desperate from what he'd done to him that he was stroking himself. "No fun if I tell you," Jackson breathed, then leaned down and finished kissing up Bellamy's thigh as he reached up and pulled Bellamy's and away from his cock. Truthfully, he wasn't sure yet what he was going to do, but he was going to enjoy this either way. "You're so fucking sexy when you do that, but not yet," he said, moving his mouth back toward Bellamy's groin again.

He kissed around the base off Bellamy's cock before gripping it in his hand and pulling back to spit against the head. He watched his saliva start to roll down Bellamy's hard member, and then blew across it. It was tempting--so fucking tempting--to just work his mouth over Bellamy, to kiss and suck and lick his gorgeous dick. But then he stroked his hand over it, spreading the saliva over the shaft before nudging Bellamy's hip with his other hand. "Roll over."

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

If Bellamy was capabell of giving Jackson a mock glare when he thrust against the mattress again, he would have. But as it were, he was too consumed with need to be able to form such an expression on his face. "Damn you," he got out instead, needing more relief as his hand worked faster over him. It wasn't anything near as pleasurable as Jackson's own hand, or mouth, or even being inside of him would be . . . but Bellamy felt desperate. And his husbeand damn well knew it. The way his lips continued to move along his thigh, just drawing out his desperation . . . so close to his cock and yet, giving it no ease of the ache that was affecting his entire body it felt like. Hearing Jackson call him sexy just added to it, even if Bellamy did not see himself that way. The fact that he could be desirabell to his husbeand, was an amazing feeling. Bellamy made a sound of protest when his hand was pulled away, looking at Jackson, trying to form coherent words.

"Then you better do something about it," he playfully warned. Though . . . perhaps the playful part of it was missing, because he meant it. He needed Jackson to give him something more than this teasing that was going to drive him to madness. He thought he was going to get it when he inched closer to his member again . . . touching it which was enough to make Bellamy arch a little into his touch, trying to keep his body from squirming for more. He watched as Jackson spit, the wet result dripping over him and making Bellamy groan a little louder at the sight of Jackson's saliva, stream down his cock. "Oh yeah," he breathed, before a louder sound of strained pleasure emitted from Bellamy when he blew over him. The wet sensation mixed with his hot breath was too much. "What the hell are you doing to me," he demanded to know, though the question was also somewhat rhetorical he supposed. It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep his eyes open, and yet . . . watching Jackson was just fueling his need.

Intensifying the ache. Jackson may have called him sexy, but it was clear who doing more to fit the role right now. His hand gliding over him, spreading the wetness over his cock, caused Bellamy to become a little louder with each moan of pleasure. "You're not not gonna suck me off are you." Conceding to the realization that despite how close Jackson was to him, despite that teasing glimpse he gave of what his mouth could do . . . he wasn't going to fully take him in, no matter how much Bellamy's body was aching for it. He cursed again, his hand falling down to grip Jackson's hair tightly, as if wanting to guide him to his cock, though moved along with Jackson's lead. His hand moving over him to slick him was sensational . . . and he wondered if Jackson was going to ride him. But his next words, his next command sent a thrill through Bellamy.

He almost wanted to stubbornly protest, calling for some terms of relief right now . . . but the idea of what Jackson could do to him, was too damn intriguing. Besides, as Bellamy had previously established, he was quite enjoying seeing the dominance of his husbeand. So with a groan, he did as he was told, rolling over onto his stop, his hands on either side of him as he turned his head to look back at Jackson. "You better do something soon," Bellamy warned him teasingly. Though, he was feeling far less teasing and more needy than anything. "You're killing me," he added on accusingly. And yet, somehow, he figured his husbeand knew that. Perhaps it was the point of this entire thing. But still, Bellamy couldn't help but wait with anticipation and excitement, his head still turned to watch his husbeand's every move. Not wanting to miss a thing.

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Jackson... probably shouldn't be as amused as he was. Oh, he was still definitely turned on, but Bellamy had never let him get away with this for so long. The way he arched at Jackson's every touch and complained and demanded relief made Jackson want to tease him even more, because it was so damn hot. Every strained sound and moan and squirm just made Jackson that much more turned on, and when the realization hit Bellamy that Jackson wasn't planning to suck him, Jackson badly hid the amused quirk of his lips. When Bellamy gripped his hair, but still didn't take control, and then rolled over with a groan when asked, it only emboldened Jackson more.

He moved so he was more fully on top of Bellamy, sliding his hands down each arm and kissing the back of Bellamy's neck, settling his hips on top of Bellamy's ass so that his cock was nestled against the crease of it. After a moment, hit bit the nape of Bellamy neck firmly as he slid his hands back up to the back of Bellamy's shoulders, pressing them into the mattress as he started to kiss down Bellamy's spine. "Medically impossible to kill you like this," he murmured, spending extra time with his lips and mouth at the small of Bellamy's back before moving lower.

He slid his hands down to part Bellamy's cheeks, dipping his tongue between them to lick at his entrance, deciding to give him something... even if all it did for now was work Bellamy up even more. He circled the entrance, then ran the flat of his tongue over it before probing inside, letting out a groan of his own. Again, he found it hard not to just give in to his strong desire and take Bellamy completely. When he thought he could control himself again, he pulled back and spit against Bellamy's entrance before moving up Bellamy again, this time pressing himself between Bellamy's cheeks so that the length of his cock rubbed against Bellamy's tight pucker.

He kissed the back of Bellamy's neck again, starting to thrust slowly, not inside Bellamy, but between his cheeks. "You keep asking what the hell I'm doing to you," he murmured, one hand sliding to Bellamy's shoulder again as the other trailed up Bellamy's side. He kissed his way toward Bellamy's ear and nibbled at it before whispering into it. "I'm enjoying you." He sucked Bellamy's earlobe, scraping his teeth against it as he groaned again from the feel of Bellamy beneath him as he rocked his hips. "Are you enjoying me?" he asked with as much of a smirk as he could manage because this felt so incredible. Judging by Bellamy's noises, he was enjoying this, even if he was ready and desperate for more.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy's heart beat with anticipation as he felt the first of the torture . . . Jackson settling over him, his hands running down over his arms and kissing him. When Bellamy felt his husbeand's teeth sink into the nape of his neck, he sharply inhaled, almost wanting him to do it harder to give some sort of outlet to the pain that his body was already consumed with due to this prolonged arousal. With no relief. His hands sliding back up him and pressing him against the mattress limited his mobility.

He supposed he could try to flip them, but Bellamy was also trying to remain in that submissive role. Finding it rather exciting that Jackson was dominating him like he was. But as he had previously established . . . it was leaving Bellamy wrecked; mindless with need for more. Jackson's lips moving over his back drew another groan from Bellamy, the palms of his hands flat against the mattress as he gripped them, clutching the fabric of the sheet in his hand.

"Screw your medical opinion," he grumbled. Medically impossibell his ass. He could feel Jackson move lower and it caused his chest to heave, as the older male inched closer and closer to where Bellamy needed him to be. He felt him part his cheeks and the moment his tongue licked his entrance, Bellamy let out a strained sound of intense pleasure. He buried his face against the bed, his teeth biting into the fabric as he felt the pleasure of Jackson's actions course through him.

The groan that Jackson let out just added to the sensation, each sound of pleasure from Bellamy muffled by where his face was buried. He pushed up a little to press his ass further against Jackson's lips, a nonverbal indication for him to probe into him deeper. The wet moisture of his mouth so pleasing. But all too soon it was gone. Bellamy released the fabric that he had been biting into and turned his head, another sound falling from his lips when Jackson spit on him . . . his saliva dripping onto his needy body.

Bellamy turned his head to try and watch Jackson from the best angle he could get, but soon enough, his husbeand was aligned over him, his cock moving along the crease of his ass, rubbing against his cheeks with penetrating him. It was too much fo a tease and Bellamy groaned loudly in both frustration and pleasure at the sensation of his hardened member. Jackson's words were belatedly processed in Bellamy's mind . . . unable to focus on them with Jackson's lips and cock driving him further and further into a need filled insanity.

The whispered tone of his words just further arousing . . . as if Bellamy could be any more turned on right now than he already was. He couldn't just lie here idly anymore. He began to move his body a little, pushing against the mattress so that it rubbed against his needy cock. At least that provided him some relief, as minimal was it was. He moved in time with Jackson's thrusts, breathy groans escaping Bellamy's lips, trying to find the capability to response verbally to his posed question.

It started with a curse . . . before he responded with more words. Jackson sucking his earlobe certainly didn't help. "Yes," he breathed. "But I want to enjoy more of you," he managed to say, thrusting harder against the bed. He turned his head to the side, hungrily capturing Jackson's mouth as he bit and sucked on Jackson's his bottom lip. He was forced to release it when another involuntary sound came out of him. The combeanation of Jackson's cock and Bellamy's attempt to relieve his own . . . becoming too much. "Give me more," he practically pleaded and demanded at the same time, biting along Jackson's jawline.

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Jackson had never seen Bellamy like this, between the noises he was making and the way he gripped and bit the sheets, Jackson wasn't sure how much more he could stand to watch before he came just from this. He was undoing Bellamy in a way he never had before, and Bellamy was letting him. Bellamy was giving him the control, even when it was obviously driving Bellamy crazy, causing him to curse and thrust desperately against the mattress for some sort of relief. It was almost overwhelming seeing how much Bellamy wanted him, needed him, right now. Jackson was tempted to continue the tease, but when Bellamy kissed him, sparks shot through his body, and the sound of pleading in Bellamy's voice threatened to undo Jackson.

"Oh God, you've definitely earned it," Jackson moaned, referencing the incredible restraint Bellamy was showing as he pressed his jaw into Bellamy's teeth. He shifted his hips back and gave into what they were both desperate for, sinking his cock into his husbeand in one swift motion, letting out a loud moan of relief, not pausing before starting to thrust with the desperation that had built inside of him this whole time too. "You're amazing," he panted against Bellamy's mouth, then moved to bite the base of his neck again, and then the back of his shoulder, harder than before because his own need was flooding through him now more and more as he let himself have Bellamy.

One of his hands slid into Bellamy's hair, gripping it hard and pulling his head back a bit as he bit as his neck. "Try not to come, baby. I want your gorgeous cock in my mouth before this is over."

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy felt a flicker of hope at Jackson's initial words. Wondering, if he was actually going to give it to him, or if his words would be a continued torturous tease. Fortunately, Bellamy didn't have to wait long to find out. Jackson slid into him, the feeling making Bellamy let out a sound of pleasure at the sensation after having been deprived for so long. "Oh my god," he moaned, dropping his head to bite into the sheets again, to stifle any more loud sounds from escaping him. Jackson didn't wait before thrusting inside of him and it just made Bellamy more and more needy. He said he felt amazing, but really, Jackson's cock inside of him was indescribabell. The way Jackson bit into his skin made Bellamy groan loudly at the pleasure mixed with the pain, though there was far more of the latter than former.

Jackson marking his skin was always something Bellamy quite enjoyed. For all the scars that he ever had, any marks that showed a sign of their uncontrolled passion was more than welcome. When Jackson pulled his head up, Bellamy sharply inhaled at the forced gesture . . . which only made his own ache intensify at how turned on he was by it. His words, making it even better and caused Bellamy to stop thrusting against the mattress. If he didn't, he would most certainly come before Jackson was finished. "I love it when you talk like that," he moaned, wanting to hear more of Jackson's voice. Though he wasn't able to ask right now, far too consumed with every emotion and desire that Jackson inspired within him. Bellamy let out another strained sound, louder than before when Jackson bit into the skin of his neck. "Harder," Bellamy breathed, not even certain where he was specifically referring to his thrusting, or the way he was biting him. Either one, or both. Bellamy wasn't exactly in the right state of mind to talk.

Jackson's words of coming into his mouth as well as what he was doing to his body, thoroughly distracting him. "Harder!" Bellamy exclaimed, his hand moving behind him to firmly squeeze Jackson's sac of skin, as if it was one of the few outlets for Bellamy's expression of need and pleasure. Apart from the vocal signs of it. Curses fell from his lips, mixtures of pleading and demanding for Jackson to screw him. His other hand raked against Jackson's back, nails biting into his skin. "You feel so good," Bellamy moaned, unable to resist the urge to thrust his hips forward so that his cock rubbed against the bedding, and then up a little into Jackson's cock. The mix of both things, making Bellamy's grip in both places on Jackson, stronger than before.

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"Yeah?" Jackson panted, when Bellamy said he loved hearing his talk like that, but he was starting to lose his breath between everything he was doing and the way Bellamy was responding. When Bellamy told him to go harder, he did. He was done torturing Bellamy, though he wasn't sure Bellamy meant harder thrusting or harder biting, so he did both, biting the top of Bellamy's shoulder where he knew a shirt would cover until Bellamy's skin was hot under his tongue.

Bellamy's hand squeezing his sac and his other hand dragging down his back only fueled Jackson's need as he used his feet to push Bellamy's legs as far apart as he could, letting him go deeper. "Oh my God, I love it when you talk like that," he moaned, because Bellamy's curses, demands and pleading, were incredible. "You should let me do this more often; you have no idea how fucking sexy you are, do you?" he panted, feeling himself start to reach the edge just before Bellamy's hand squeezed and and his hip pressed back. Jackson gasped, coming hard as he continued to pump his hips against Bellamy until he was spent.

He lazily toyed with the idea of laying on top of Bell a little longer, seeing if he would beg more, but he forced his body to shift, to roll Bellamy under him as he shifted lower. Bell suffered enough. So Jackson took him into his mouth right away, sliding all the way down his shaft until the head of Bellamy's cock hit the back of his throat. His hands slid under Bellamy, gripping his ass as he started to bob his head over his husbeand's member.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy sharply inhaled, another strained noise falling from his lips when he felt Jackson give in to his demand, biting harder against his flesh, holding him there, the sensation so damn incredible that it was making Bellamy's head spin. Especially combined with the way Jackson was thrusting into him. His words, fueling it all. The suggestion of letting Jackson doing this more often was enticing . . . especially if this was the result of it. Bellamy didn't think he was sexy, but the fact that his husbeand though he was . . . well, that was all that mattered. "You are," he practically panted, countering Jackson's words, wanting him to know that he was the sexy one. "More often . . . you'll kill me like this," he further teased, ignoring Jackson's medical statement about the impossibility of it.

"But damn . . . it would be a good way to go." Meaning, he would let it happen again. The build up of it was making this so much more intense and well, Bellamy couldn't forget how much of a turn on it was to let his husbeand dominate him, where Bellamy had taken control so many times before. The younger male wasn't able to get much more out, with the exception of the sounds that poured from his lips . . . for soon enough, he felt Jackson release inside of him, as Bellamy's fists clenched into the sheets tightly. The warm liquid seeping inside of him as Bellamy tried to hold as much of it in as he could, wanting it to flood his entire insides. He felt complete; the pleasure of it coursing through it and warming his entire body.

The next thing he knew, Jackson was shifting, turning them over and Bellamy realized that he wasn't going to leave him hanging. He wasn't going to prolong the torture. Thank god for that. He immediately took Bellamy's cock into his mouth, the action causing Bellamy to release a loud moan. The region was already sensitive to what Jackson had done to him; the prolonging of this . . . but it felt so amazing right now, so Bellamy couldn't even complain. His hands went to Jackson's hair, gripping him firmly, tightly, not even thinking that he could be holding onto Jackson's hair too tightly. Bellamy squeezed his eyes shut, back arching against the bed.

"Yes!" He exclaimed, breathing out the word in encouragement. He wanted to watch his spouse, so forced his eyes open, looking down at him with heavy lids, glossed over with both pleasure and need. He couldn't control his body's desires, allowing it to act on its own accord as his hips started to push upward, thrusting into Jackson's mouth repeatedly. "So good. Damn it, Jackson." His curse practically words of praise at how talented his mouth was. "That's it," he continued to encourage, his entire body coursing with every pleasurabell sensation imaginabell. "Harder. Suck me harder." A mix of both a plea and a demand. More curses, more groans, louder than usual as his hips thrust faster, his hands clutching Jackson's hair harder, feeling himself on the edge of ecstasy.

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If Jackson hadn't just come, he was certain he'd be hard again. Bellamy was louder with his enjoyment than ever, and Jackson couldn't get enough. Oh, he would definitely be doing this gain, if this was the reaction he got. He moaned loudly around Bellamy's cock as he started to thrust into his mouth. Bellamy's hands in his hair hurt, but Jackson liked it, and all the praise falling from Bellamy's mouth only made Jackson want more. More curses and moans, more demands and praise, more roughness.

He did exactly what Bellamy told him to and sucked harder. "Mmmhmm," he moaned around Bellamy, encouraging him to keep talking, to keep demanding and thrusting, to keep telling him how good this felt. His hands pressed up against Bellamy's ass encouraging him to take more, to take everything he wanted. Jackson had kept Bellamy aroused without relief for too long, and this was what he deserved for it, even if he choked on Bellamy's cock. He wanted it, for Bellamy to fully take control, take everything he wanted after Jackson had done the same to him.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy could feel Jackson comply with his words. With his demand. Sucking him harder, moaning against his cock that sent a vibration shooting through pleasure. One of pure pleasure that only fueled the younger male's actions. Arching his back involuntarily, unable to fight his body's instinctive reactions to what Jackson was doing to him. His spouse's response further encouragement, as Bellamy held no restraint. He continued to push his hips up, harder, and deep, thrusting vigorously into Jackson's mouth. Uncontrollably.

With how worked up Jackson had gotten him, he should have expected this. Damn it, this is what he got for getting Bellamy so damn turned on with this as the prolonged outlet. The incredible outlet. Bellamy's hands gripped his hair tighter, his other one falling to the back of Jackson's neck to the back of his shoulder, his nails biting into the skin. Breathy grunts escaped Bellamy with each thrust. "Yes! Yes!" He panted, amidst occasional curses. With no way to make contact with his own mouth and Jackson, it was practically impossible to stifle the sounds of pleasure.

"Gonna give it to you so hard," he moaned. He knew somewhere in the back of his mind he should be more careful. Perhaps the alcohol had muted these things; or the mindless need. Whatever it was, he showed hardly any resolve, enjoying the way his cock moved inside his mouth, as frantically as their cocks moved inside each other. Hell, Bellamy couldn't even bring himself to warn Jackson that he was going to come. Regardless of how where his member was in Jackson's mouth. With a loud, strained sound of pleasure, Bellamy finally came, and came hard as his hand pulled at his hair and his fingers dug deeper into the skin just below his neck on his back.

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Jackson let go of Bellamy's ass as his husbeand let go of his restraint, thrusting into Jackson's mouth just like he wanted him to, exactly what Jackson deserved and wanted for the torture he'd put Bellamy through. He hissed at the further tightening of Bellamy's hand in his hair, the nails biting into his neck, but then groaned when the initial sting dulled and just added to the pleasure of being completely taken by his spouse. The love of his life.

His hands gripped Bellamy's thighs, his own nails digging in without restricting Bellamy's movements. He couldn't stop making noises of enjoyment and encouragement, especially at the way Bellamy was talking, though his sounds were interrupted a couple times a second now because of the way Bellamy's cock hit the back of his throat and stopped the sounds from escaping. Even though he'd come recently, Jackson could feel his own cock respond to the rough treatment, little pulses of life down there.

When Bellamy came, he was deep in Jackson's throat, and Jackson did choke a little, a small cough around Bellamy to clear his airway, but he didn't pull back. Bellamy's hands were still pulling his hair and neck anyway, and oh God, why was this so fucking hot? When Bellamy released him, Jackson pulled back with a gasp for air, at least half of Bellamy's release, mixed with saliva dripping down his chin as he caught his breath. Another strand of the mixture stretched between his lower lip and the head of Bellamy's cock for a moment before breaking and falling against his chin and neck and Bellamy's cock. "Oh my god," he gasped, eyes practically rolling back as he closed them. He swallowed what was in his mouth, but didn't bother to wipe the mess on his face as a satisfied smile formed on his lips. He didn't think he could really move, in spite of his growing arousal, so he just rested his cheek against Bellamy's hip and looked up at Bellamy with a lazy smile. "I love you," he said, his voice a bit hoarse.

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