For All Beanternity

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy had been rather enjoying Jackson's nails digging into the skin of his thigh, that familiar pain mixed with pleasure intensifying his orgasm. As he lay there, attempting to catch his breath, his chest heaving from the vigor of their actions, basking in the hazy aftermath of euphoric bliss. He watched Jackson withdraw from his cock . . . and it was a glorious sight to behold. The way the stand pulled from his length to Jackson's mouth, his come trickling down his chin and neck, mixed in with his own saliva.

Bellamy just watched him, gazed at him . . . fully aware that had he not just come, he would feel aroused all over again at the mere sight. But, that didn't mean he couldn't somehow react to it. His spouse's words just fueling the burst of emotion within him; spoken with a particularly sexy hoarse voice, all too aware of where that hoarseness came from. God, he looked so good like that. Marked and panting for breath from where Bellamy had worked him. He could tell just how much with the way that he rested his cheek against his hip. But the distance was too much to bare.

Bellamy's other hand joined the one that remained in Jackson's hair, as he proceeded to pull up his husbeand, immediately capturing his lips in a slow, deep but passionate kiss, the taste that was in Jackson's mouth so damn delicious. "I love you too," he moaned against his lips, unable to resist the urge, as he run his tongue over Jackson's chin, drinking in what was there, but leaving his neck with the same mixture of liquids untouched. For now. Bellamy moved his leg a little, his foot shifting between them and pressing against Jackson's own cock, as if to determine whether he was aroused.

Whether he would need tending to. Bellamy felt he had one more run in him to pleasure his husbeand. "Your turn," he groaned, raising his head a little, running his tongue over where his nails had dug into the back of Jackson's neck. "You wanna return the favor?" He questioned, referring to thrusting into his mouth. "Or you want it here?" He asked, his hand going to Jackson's cock with a squeeze, positioning it toward Bellamy's entrance. Bellamy pushed his hips up again Jackson's cock, teasing his head inside of his entrance a little before he pulled it out. "Better decide soon," he further teased, his lips returning to Jackson's for another hungry kiss.

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Jackson would have been content to lay where he was for a while longer, let his arousal fade--they'd already had such an amazing night--but when Bellamy's hands tugged his hair, he let Bellamy pull him up. He let out a breathy sound of enjoyment at the way Bellamy was still taking control, and then moaned into the kiss when their lips met. The kiss was slow and tender, but filled with so much love and desire, and the gentle treatment of Jackson's mouth after what they'd just done was enough to cause Jackson's arousal to fully thicken. Bellamy returning his words of love made him smile as Bellamy cleaned up his chin, sliding his hands into Bellamy's hair as he felt Bellamy shift to see if he was excited. "That was amazing," he murmured, an unnecessary explanation.

He let out another breathy sound as Bellamy's tongue soothed the back of his neck, and he slid hand down Bellamy's chest, soothing where his own nails had dug in earlier as he listened to Bellamy ask him how he wanted to get off again. He was tempted to return the favor, but slipping into Bellamy briefly before Bellamy pulled him out made him gasp softly, moaning into the kiss after Bellamy teased about deciding soon. He didn't respond verbally to the tease, but rather pushed his hips forward, taking Bellamy roughly as he bit at Bellamy's lower lip. His fingers tightened in Bellamy's hair as he trust a few more times, pausing between each one as he held the kiss, deepening it. "I want to keep kissing you," he breathed when it finally broke, answering how he wanted it after he'd already taken what he wanted. He kissed Bellamy again, pouring his need into it as his nails raked down Bellamy's side.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Amazing. Yes. That was the perfect word to use. Yet, there was no word adequate. Amazing was as close as they could get through. If Bellamy wasn't so completely spent . . . he knew that a single kiss from Jackson, or a moan from him, or any words . . . it would all be enough to get him worked up again. As it were, he was enjoying being conscious and coherent enough to enjoy all this. The haze of his orgasm hadn't even fully passed yet . . . making everything more intense. More wonderful. Basking in everything that they could offer each other. Bellamy had expected an answer, the way he received it was . . . perfect. The younger male sharply inhaled, a strained sound escaping him when Jackson suddenly pushed inside of him.

The fact that they hadn't even made his cock slick, provided a rough entrance but one that felt nothing but good right now. Or, how had Jackson put it? Amazing. Still, the abrupt entrance mixed with the way he put his lip, made Bellamy's fingers pull at his hair, tugging the longs as his fists clenched into it. His back arched up against Jackson as he didn't waste a moment, thrusting inside of him. His spouse's words of wanting to keep kissing him belatedly entering his mind as Bellamy groaned yet again, unable to even thrust his hips up to meet Jackson's Perhaps he would, or perhaps he would let Jackson completely control the pace.

"Show me what it feels like," Bellamy encouraged, using his firm grip on his hair to pull his head back to look at him. "Make me feel what you felt when I shoved my cock inside your mouth." The verbalization of their actions was not always something Bellamy engaged in. But, considering the slightly lowered inhibitions he had to begin with . . . he was without restraint. Both verbally and physically, clearly. His words an offer for Jackson to treat him as roughly as he had him. A chance to reciprocate. With that, Bellamy crushed his lips against Jackson's, moaning into it as his tongue intrusively pushed into his mouth, giving Jackson what he wanted in the continued pleasure of kissing each other.

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The strained noise Bellamy made, the hand gripping his hair, and the feel of Bellamy's arching under Jackson was all so good. He realized bellatedly he'd forgotten to slick himself, distracted by the way Bellamy had already pushed him inside him briefly. After a few thrusts, it felt rough even against his cock, extra friction that was usually not there. If he was totally sober and far less turned on, it might've hurt, but for some reason, it felt good. Bellamy wasn't complaining either, so Jackson continued, his thrusts firm, but pausing between each one, almost wanting to hear and see how each one affected his husbeand.

He groaned as Bellamy pulled his head back by his hair and held his husbeand's gaze as he spoke, then moaned into the kiss Bellamy claimed after. "Oh, fuck, you're so sexy," he moaned once it broke, his hips picking up their pace as he let out a noise that was almost a whimper at the roughness of it. "That what you want?" he asked, directly into Bellamy's ear before sucking the lobe into his mouth. "Like this?" he added, referencing the lack of lubrication, his tone both a tease and a seduction as his hips continued slowly speeding up. "You want me to fuck you raw like this?" His hand slid to Bellamy's hip, holding him in place as he trailed his tongue along Bellamy's ear. "Tell me you want that." Both because he wanted to be certain Bellamy wasn't in actual pain, but also because he just wanted to hear Bellamy say it.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

With each thrusr that Jackson gave him, strained sounds fled from Bellamys lips, growing louder and more desperate, the pause between each one causing the latter. He couldn't help but enjoy the roughness, the way it hurt but felt so damn good at the same time. The morning affect of this may be less . . . pleasurable but right now, Bellamy was too intoxicated to give a damn. More intoxicated by his husbeand than any alcoholic beverage could effect him. Hearing Jackson call him sexy made Bellamy moan. He lacked the coherence to protest. Hearing Jackson question whether he wanted this made Bellamy whisper. The sensation of Jackson sucking his ear lobe and licking the shell of his ear just intensifying that need and pleasure.

He could barley get a reply out when Jackson started thrusting inside of him again, making Bellamys fingers tighter in his hair. . . if that was even possible. What had Jackson even asked him again? "Yes!" Bellamy answered, need filled, tone desperate for more. Cursing under his breath, he continued. "I want this. I want you." Like this. "I want it raw. Rough. Damn it, dont stop Jackson." His words both demanding and a plea. "Give it to me like this. Hard." Without any restraint. The more it hurt . . . the better. The more raw, the more sensational. Another curse fell from his lips, louder than the last.

"Dont hold back," he further demanded. "I won't break." Words referenced to something Bellamy had told him, the time they had been in the cave and Jackson had taken him hard. Dominating him. Bellamy groaned at the sudden memory. He pushed his hips up in attempt to drive Jackson deeper, sharply inhaling at the feeling, turning his head so that he bit into Jacksons neck, sucking it. "Your cock feels so damn good." Completing him . . . and hoping to reassure Jackson or force him to forgo any restraint. "Make me say your name," he moaned. Make him cry it out. Bellamy wasnt always exceptionally vocal, but the roughness of this given their condition. . . might make this the exception as he encouraged his husbeand.

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Jackson wasn't sure he'd ever felt so desperate for Bellamy as he did right now. The sounds his husbeand was making, along with the words of encouragement for Jackson to be rough, hard, to make him say his name. "You sure I won't break you?" he said, the words a tease as he sped up even more. He let out a loud cry of pleasure mixed with pain as Bellamy bit at his neck, and returned the same sort of bite to Bellamy's shoulder, knowing he would leave a mark.

One hand was still on Bellamy's hip, but when he felt Bellamy force them up, he slid his other hand down as well. This one he hooked under Bellamy's thigh, forcing it up, making Bellamy's hips tilt toward him more so he could thrust deeper. Groaning from the new angle, he got his inner elbow under Bellamy's knee, pushing it toward Bellamy's chest, effectively pinning Bellamy into a position where all he could do was take what Jackson gave him. "You want rough, you'll get it," he promised hoarsley, then let himself be lost in the feeling of taking what he needed from Bellamy without restraint. The burn of it without lubrication had him gasping, making noises he wasn't sure he'd ever made before. "Damn it, Bellamy, so tight. So beautiful," he moaned, bitting up Bellamy's neck to his jaw, knowing he wouldnt't last much longer, but giving Bellamy everything he asked for and more.

"Don't say my name, fucking scream it," he said, his voice low and demanding as he got closer and closer to climax.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy couldn't form a coherent answer. Not with the sound that Jackson made that followed his question. Not with the way his spouse bit into his neck and then his shoulder. It prompted the same loud noise of pleasure from Bellamy, sharply inhaling, strained sounds flooding from him. The rough stretch and stab of Jackson's cock inside of him fueling everything right now . . . and the pain, felt so damn good. The feeling of his teeth sinking into his flesh, felt so damn good. Making Bellamy hope that it left a mark. Wanting to somehow encourage him to do so. To be marked by his husbeand, was sensational. "No," he finally managed to gasp out, answering his question though he quite enjoyed the fact that Jackson didn't wait for him to do so.

Not with the way that he was thrusting into him, deeper and harder, giving in to Bellamy's desires. Uncaring of the coarseness and dry impact. It made it feel amazing. The angle that Jackson had him out left Bellamy at his mercy, which just made things even hotter. Bellamy cursed with each panted breath, his body over flowing with pleasure. Jackson's words continuing to fuel it; not only as he acting on what Bellamy wanted, he was verbally acknowledging it too.

"God, yes!" Bellamy groaned, his hand pulling at Jackson's hair before both hands went to his husbeand's back, nails digging into his bare skin as they scraped down his back as far down as he could reach. It could very well leave a mark but right now, Bellamy didn't care. He couldn't think to care about anything at the moment. His mind completely consumed with everything Jackson was making him feel; with the way his body was roughly dominating him, basking in every raw and unfamiliar sensation.

And the sounds that Jackson made, matched by Bellamy's own particularly loud noises; strained, gasped, groans . . . he didn't stifle the indications of pleasure as they poured from his lips. Where he wasn't talking, his teeth were biting into the skin of his neck to his jaw, Bellamy trying to desperately lean into it. Hearing him say how tight he was, how beautiful . . . everything was making his head spin. He could barley process the content of what he was saying.

"So rough. So good." He couldn't say much more than that, figuring whatever incoherent sounds that were emitting from deep within his throught to the surface of his lips, were indicating enough of what Jackson was doing to him. Of how this new sensation of his uncoated length inside of him, was making him mad with pleasure. Under other circumstances, it may have hurt . . . but right now, it only felt good.

"Damn, you're amazing. You feel amazing." The thought of screaming his name . . . well, Bellamy was damn close to it. But, he had to withhold. Just to see how far he could encourage his husbeand to push him. "You . . . have to do . . . better, than that," he said between each grunt and sound that uncontrollably left him. Either through words or actions. The combination of both, of hearing Jackson talk to him like this . . . the content of his words, the hoarseness of it, mixed with his unrestrained actions . . . was delving Bellamy into mindless pleasure like never before.

Knowing how close he was to just screaming out Jackson's name, Bellamy decided to playfully prolong it. He tilted his head, biting into his upper arm, right near his shoulder, sinking his teeth into his delicious flesh, the upper muscle of his arm. With the bite, his nails dug deeper into his back, as his other movements were hindered . . . and all he could do was suck on the skin that his teeth had penetrated before gliding his tongue over it, anything to stifle his noises though he wasn't sure how long that would last.

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Bellamy's nails dragging down Jackson's back were definitely going to leave marks, but Jackson couldn't bring himself to care. Every sound Bellamy was making, and every touch of Bellamy against him felt like fire, but in a way that made Jackson want to get closer and burn. He could feel Bellamy straining for it too, which was why he hadn't stopped, even when Bellamy said he wasn't sure Jackson might break him. He could feel Bellamy trying to push into the teeth biting him so hard, wanting more. When Bellamy told him he had to do better to get him to scream his name, Jackson made a desperate noise and stopped thrusting abruptly, buried deep inside Bellamy.

He was too close to keep thrusting like he was and not come within the next minute, and like hell he was going to end this without Bellamy screaming his name now. He gasped at the bite to his upper arm, Bellamy's teeth sinking into the muscle. "You're going to be the death of me," he moaned, but now he was determined. He reached down to hook his other elbow under Bellamy's other knee, pushing it up toward Bellamy's chest the same way he had the other one. He could go as deep as it was possible to go like this, Bellamy's tightness ready to receive it all. "I need to do better?" he asked, withdrawing his cock slowly now that he could control himself again. before Bellamy could answer, Jackson slammed himself back inside Bellamy with enough force that it might have hurt a little with lube. And he felt it too, a noise ripping from him that was definitely as much pain as pleasure.

"I hope we don't regret you saying that," he added, pulling back slowly again before repeating the process of slamming into his husbeand again. "How much to you love this?" he said, his breath hot in Bellamy's ear as he repeated the same process again, speaking as he pulled out slowly, building anticipation for the rough stab of his cock that would follow. "My hard cock tearing you up." Another slow pull out, and another sharp thrust in. He repeated the process several more times, his words getting more desperate and filthy as his body started to crawl back toward climax again. "Scream it," he ordered. "Tell me who's the only person you'd let do this to you."

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy felt the immediate deprivation when Jackson suddenly stopped thrusting within him. He told him words that Bellamy would have returned with the same tease, of it being a medical impossibility given the context . . . but Bellamy was immediately distracted by the way that Jackson hooked up his other knee, pushing both of them against his chest. Leaving Bellamy completely at Jackson's mercy. It caused a thrill to shoot through Bellamy's entire body, his breathing slightly hitching in eagerness to see how Jackson would respond to Bellamy's defiance.

His question clearly provoking some sort of reaction. Bellamy watched his husbeand, trying to determine what would come next . . . but nothing prepared him for it. When Jackson slammed into Bellamy's hips, he let out a cry, louder than he had ever been before at the vigor of it. The powerful thrust sending pain shooting through the younger male . . . but in the best way possible. May neither of them would think so in the morning but right now, Bellamy was enjoying it far too much. Seeing his husbeand so dominating, so uncontrolled. Having no restraint.

It was beyond hot for Bellamy to witness and experience and he wanted to draw it out of his spouse for as long as he could. Even though he wasn't certain his body would be able to keep up with such desires. Bellamy struggled to breath, feeling as if he was winded from the strong thrust, and the one that followed. He panted, chest heaving desperately as he attempted to squirm under Jackson's hold, to no avail of actually shifting any of his position.

Instead, he just cursed . . . only once but then again shortly after. His mind was spinning, feeling on the verge of passing out yet didn't dare wish to miss a thing. Bellamy's nails dragged down Jackson's back to his ass, and once Jackson slammed into him again, Bellamy's nails bit down into the cheeks of his ass, digging into the skin, hard, an outlet of how much it hurt.

Of how good his thrusting felt. Slow, but so damn strong. Jackson's words were only fueling it . . . as he thrust in again, and again, pushing into him that Bellamy could have sworn he was indeed going to be torn up by the morning. And he would certainly have no regrets about this. With each thrust, came a sound, a cry of pleasure and pain, louder than the last.

Bellamy already felt the hoarseness of his vocal cords, never having exercised them to this extent before. And yet, the refusal to say Jackson's name was still there. Amidst the curses, the noises of painful pleasure, the strained groans . . . there was no coherent word. Not even his husbeand's name. Not until he could calm his mind and voice enough to speak; his entire body trembling from the way it throbbed. And from the overwhelming sensation that he had never experienced before.

"Yes!" He cried out, actually answering Jackson's question about loving this; about his cock tearing him up. Without it slick, it felt even rougher, coarse, stabbing into him dry and harsh. "Oh my god, tear me right open if that's what it takes," Bellamy moaned breathlessly. Hell, even breathing was difficult from everything Jackson was making him feel.

One hand that was still digging into the skin of his ass, slid to Jackson's entrance. "Rip me the hell apart!" Because this was all too amazing to have him stop. He wanted him to slam even harder in him, even stronger, channeling everything he had into each thrust that elicited the loudest sounds Bellamy had made during such activities. Just as unrestrained as Jackson was . . . so was Bellamy.

Returning the favor and not slicking himself, Bellamy abruptly shoved in a couple of his fingers inside of his husbeand, going in as deep as he could go in one swift push. Hardly giving him time to adjust, he twisted his fingers inside of Jackson, reciprocating a bit of that pain that Jackson offered him with each thrust . . . while at the same time, offering that bit of pleasure too.

And perhaps, encouraging Jackson even more. Enabling him, not even a damn if his husbeand broke him apart right now. He just wanted to experience more and more of his husbeand, driving into him without any thought. Never having seen him like this, he was relishing the sight. The feeling. Everything about this moment. Attempting to push in a third finger inside of Jackson, Bellamy heavily breathed with his spouse's panted words into his ear.

His demand only making Bellamy want to defy him. Want to rebel against it. For the sheer fun of it, and to provoke more from Jackson. Pressing his lips against Jackson's ear, Bellamy ran his tongue up the side of it before speaking directly in it. "Make me," he teasingly provoked. With that he sunk his teeth into the thin cartilage at the top of Jackson's ear, further attempting to stifle his own noises by occupying his mouth elsewhere. His fingers then started to thrust vigorously in and out of Jackson's entrance, his other hand skimming to the front of him to cup his sac of skin, squeezing it rather hard and firmly in his hand, no thought to their sensitivity this time.

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Jackson could feel the way Bellamy started to struggle to breath, the way he squirmed under Jackson, but he was trapped. He started cursing, but he didn't tell Jackson to stop, which meant he wanted it like this. Seeing Bellamy let himself be trapped and roughly taken like this was such an amazing turn on, knowing Bellamy wouldn't let anyone else do this to him, and doubting he ever had before. Jackson groaned as Bellamy's hands dragged down his back again, but this time his fingers bit into Jackson's ass. He gasped at the pain, knowing there would be marks there too the next day. Each cry of pleasure as Jackson trust, louder than before, kept Jackson going. Bellamy started trembling under him, but it had to have been adrenaline, because he was gasping "yes!" in response to Jackson's question about loving this right after, followed by demands that Jackson rip him the hell apart.

Jackson cursed, overwhelmed still by this sensation, by the way Bellamy felt, and the raw, rough feeling over his cock that felt he just couldn't stop thrusting into. Jackson cried out sharply when Bellamy's fingers went into him without lube either, twisting and dragging another cry from him as his thrusting faltered for a moment. A third finger followed before Bellamy demanded Jackson make him scream his name, biting into the thin cartilage of his ear before those fingers starter to thrust in and out of him, burning and tight and perfect.

Jackson let out a sharp noise of pleasure and pain. There were no words anymore. The feeling of Bellamy's fingers trying to split him open the way Jackson was doing to him, the hand on his balls... Jackson started to thrust again, hard and fast, his body edging toward climax so fast he couldn't speak. His nails dug into Bellamy's thighs where he was holding them, bending Bellamy in on himself more as one of his groans drew out into something more like a growl. "Bellamy," he found himself moaning the closer he got. "Fucking scream it!" he managed, but lost all his breath as he hit climax just as Bellamy did what he was told the sound of Bellamy screaming his name sending him over the edge..

His come flooded his husbeand, offering some much needed lubrication as Jackson pumped into him several more times, sighing with relief before pressing his face to Bellamy's neck, unable to catch his breath.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly
Note: 4000th POST!!!!!

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Everything that Jackson was doing just fueled Bellamy further. Then again, perhaps they were both highly encouraged by each other at this point. The sounds escaping them, as uncontrolled as their actions. Complete disregard for hurting the other, uncaring about the marks and pain it would leave. Everything just felt so amazing; so raw . . . animalistic even. A fleeting thought cross his mind of whether they would break their bed as they did their table. But Jackson was successfully robbing him of any thought at all with the vigor he slammed into his hole, so the idea was short lived. The cry that escaped Jackson when Bellamy pushed his fingers inside of him was glorious. Met only with Bellamy's returned noises when Jackson resumed slamming into him with such strength that Bellamy felt there he was indeed going to tear him apart. God, it felt too good. Too amazing to ever want him to stop.

Feeling Jackson's nails dig into him only pressed his fingers harder inside of Jackson's entrance, and squeeze his sac harder than he had ever before. Feeling his nails biting into the flesh of his skin, and relishing in the thought that there would be evidence of that tomorrow. The younger male let out another sound, unable to define it any longer, when he knees were pressed harder against his chest, the throbbing of every muscle undoubtedly would be felt tomorrow. As would be the throbbing and sharp sting of other areas. It was Jackson's words that made Bellamy groan loudly, as if trying to fight against the instinct to give in. To give him what he wanted. But even Bellamy was not that strong. He cursed out loudly, knowing how close he was . . . but the curse encompassing everything that he was experiencing, not just the playful defeat of giving Jackson what he wanted.

The thrusting of his hands inside of Jackson faltered as blinding pleasure and pain over took him and without an ounce of restraint, Bellamy succumbed to the instinctive need. He screamed out Jackson's name, in a way that he never had before. In a way that he had never screamed out anyone's name. His throat already strained from the sound as it lasted. Moments after, he felt the hot release of Jackson's come, seeping into him and both soothing and stinging his insides. The liquid made it easier for Jackson to pump inside of him, as Bellamy's entire body went limp; feeling as if it was made of rubber. His hands fell to his sides, lifelessly falling to the bed as his entire body trembled in the aftermath of their actions. Air was not easy to achieve, his body gasping for it, chest heaving, tears of sweat dampening his hair a little.

His eyes that were squeezed shut, now closed with a little more ease. He felt like he was on the verge of passing out . . . slipping into an unconscious state with the way they had practically abused each other's bodies. And damn, did it feel amazing. "I love you," he breathed between panted breaths, voice hoarse and rough from the over exertion of it with each cry, and screaming of his husbeand's name. He didn't even know how he had gotten the words out. Though, he didn't need to over think them. They were as naturally spoken as the air he breathed. As easily felt as was the beating of his heart. Unable to move, unable to breathe, unable to think, Bellamy fought against the darkness that threatened to consume him . . . trying to raise an arm to rub over his spouse's back, though could barley move it an inch. So instead, he just lay under him, completely and utterly undone. And feeling incredibly complete and beyond happy.

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Jackson felt Bellamy go limp under him, his hands falling to the side, his body trembling from what they'd just done. He let his own hands slide down Bellamy;s thighs to rest against his body wherever they landed. God, he couldn't breath, and his body ached, but it was all worth it. He could feel and hear Bellamy struggling to breath too, but it took a few moments through the fog of orgasm to register that this position probably wasn't helping his husbeand with that.

He pulled out of Bellamy with a small noise that was almost a whimper at the sensitivity of his cock now as it softened, leaned back to let Bellamy's legs down and collapsed on the bed next to Bellamy on his back. He needed to cool down and catch his breath. He was still gasping, and felt a little dehydrated from their exertion and maybe a bit from the alcohol too. "I love... you too," he panted, sliding a hand over to brush Bellamy's thigh, his own voice maybe even more hoarse that Bellamy's.

"Mmn, need water," he managed, but his body felt too heavy and sated to move more than his finger against Bellamy's thigh. "You... sh'd get it," he added, his lips quirking a bit.

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[Bellamy Blake]

As Jackson shifted, Bellamy felt the immediate deprivation of his warmth . . . though it did ease the position of his legs as Jackson lowered them for him, they too falling limp onto the bed. When he pulled his cock out, Bellamy sharply inhaled at the feeling, his inside far more sensitive than ever before. He moaned when he felt the dip of the bed as Jackson collapsed next to him, the warmth of his hand gliding over his marked thigh. He soaked in his words, which only added to the perfection of this moment. It was his next ones that started to pull Bellamy back into a fully conscious state.

"Haven't you had enough to drink?" He asked rhetorically, teasingly. . . considering how Bellamy had come into his mouth. But of course he knew it was hardly a drink to quench ones thirst. Bellamy turned his head, slowly opened his eyes and looking at his husbeand through heavy lids. "Why me?" He asked him almost playfully. "Thanks to you, I can barely move right now." More playful accusation as he couldnt help but smirk a little, trying to move his head closer to his husbeands to place a kiss on his cheek. "You should get us something to drink," he returned, eying Jackson with an amused gaze.

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Jackson smiled as Bellamy teased him. He expected no less. He was still overwhelmed with the feeling of pleasure and pain in his body right now, unable to open his eyes just yet. He just felt his lips curl more as Bellamy spoke, not opening his eyes until he felt Bellamy kiss his cheek. He somehow managed to lift his heavy hand to brush his fingers to Bellamy's cheek.

"I'm older than you. Takes more time for me to recover," he said, finally looking over at Bellamy. It felt difficult to focus his gaze on Bellamy, but he smiled at him and kissed his lips. "You should have more respect for your elders," he teased, referencing both Bellamy's defiance to scream his name and now to get water. There was only five years between them, but he would use it right now if it got him water without getting up.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Bellamy practicallly scoffed when Jackson said that he was older and thus needed more time to recover. Even adding that he should respect his elders. The light kiss to his lips momentarily distracting him but he took in a slow breath to brace himself. . . already knowing that he was going to be the one getting up. "Well then, old man," he began teasingly. "I have no idea how youre going to keep up with me during this marriage." Another tease, playfully ridiculing his stamina at his 'old age'. With a slight sharp intake of breath, Bellamy started to shift, the mere gesture of moving his feet to the ground causing his entire body to protest.

He got up slowly, another slight sound from the mixture of pain coursing through him. Sharp and stinging pain from where there were bite marks, scratches and evidence of nails digging into his skin. And then there was the throbbing and burning pain of his limbs, hips and inside between his legs, as well as other areas. Taking a slow breath, he walked carefully over to the counter, reaching out to put his hand on the wall to help brace himself as he was practically limping. "You know for an old person, you sure as hell did a number on me," he teased Jackson. Though there was no regret in Bellamys voice. It had been too fun to regret. Once he reached the pitcher of water, he picked up two cups and slowly made his way back to the bed. He sat on the edge of his side, relief flooding him that he was sitting down again, and started to fill both cups.

He picked one up and proceeded to hand it over to Jackson. "Respect my elders huh," he commented, reiterating Jacksons words. With that, Bellamy poured the content of the cup onto Jacksons head, the coating of sweat now wet with the refreshing liquid. Bellamy smiled at the sight of his husbeand like this before putting the now empty cup back on the sidetable. Both the cup and pitcher were on Bellamys side of the bed, on the other side of his spouse, as he purposely put it out of reach from Jackson so that he would still have to move to get it. With that, Bellamy took the other filled cup and gulped down the entire thing until it was empty. "Damn, I needed that," he teased, still depriving his husbeand of the drink.