How to Train Your Husbeand

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Jackson didn't seem for the idea, and Bellamy knew he couldn't force him. "Alright well let me know whatever you decide," he said non chalantly, taking a bite of his food at Jackson explained that they would have to wait a few months until his ribs healed. "Of course," he stated, knowing that he wasn't about to make Jackson train -- should he decide to -- until he was fully healed.

Right now, they had the luxury of time, unlike before where they had been thrust with immediate threats. They had been in the middle of a war. The ground forced juvenile delinquents to be warriors; forced so many people to be fighters. "It's why you'd have someone to train you," Bellamy explained with a slight smile. Not wanting to force the subject anymore, he would let it go. "Anyway, it was just a thought," he added, prepared to drop it should Jackson prefer to.

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Jackson actually felt a little bad, like he'd shut down Bellamy's idea, when Bellamy was just worried about him. He supposed learning how to defend himself wouldn't be such a bad thing, just the idea of it was so foreign to him he needed to process it. "It's a good one," Jackson said, when Bellamy said it was just a thought, but the uncertainty still laced his words.

He took a couple more bites of his food, but slid his foot under the table so that it brushed against Bellamy's. He'd already taken his shoes off, so his socks brushed Bellamy's boot until he lifted his foot and slid it up the bottom of Bellamy's pants just slightly. "I love you," he said softly. "Thank you."

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[Bellamy Blake]

Bellamy hoped Jackson would take him up on the offer but for the time being, the focus needed to be on his recovery. Which was why Bellamy wouldnt push it. They could revisit the subject in the future. Besides, the topic was easily set to rest with Jacksons foot brushing against his leg and his words causing Bellamys heart to swell with emotion. . . just like it always did when hearing such words of affection. "I love you too," he replied with the utmost sincerity.

"Keep that up and all the saved strength you have can be put to good use," Bellamy teased, words referencing Jacksons earlier remark regarding pulling out the chair. A jest in his voice as well, considering Jackson was not yet fully healed. "Looks like you got your appetite back," Bellamy added, nodding toward the food but there was a playful double meaning in his words.

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Jackson's smile widened when Bellamy returned his words of love. He could never get tired of hearing those words. For the rest of his life, those words in Bellamy's deep voice would always do him in. He huffed a small laugh at Bellamy's words. He wasn't sure about saved up strength, considering his walk had winded him a bit, but he'd been tempted so many times in the last week to be intimate with Bellamy and made himself behave. Now... well, he thought he was okay enough, so long as they weren't too rough.

"My appetite never really went away," he said, catching the double meaning in Bellamy's words, and enjoying that Bellamy seemed to be encouraging him rather than making him rest. He appetite for his husbeand was always there, even if he couldn't do anything about it. "I'm just better able to eat now," he added, sliding his foot out of the bottom of Bellamy's pants and then up the inside of his leg until he could rest it on the chair close to Bellamy's groin. he licked his lips, smiling at Bellamy. "I think I'm done with breakfast, though."

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[Bellamy Blake]

Bellamy continued to smile in return at the double meaning in their words. The appetite, not one sated by food but for . . . other things. Part of him wondered if he should be encouraging this considering that Jackson needed to rest. The other part of him wanted to explore Jackson's words . . . about how he was better able to eat now. And then saying he was done with breakfast. His foot considerably close to his center certainly wasn't helping things. His hand tucked into his pant leg, starting to rub it slowly up over his leg.

"Me too," he admitted, before pulling his hand out and already pushing to a stand to start clearing the table. When he reached down to clear the plate for Jackson, he leaned toward him, kissing his cheek in a lingering embrace. "Are you really better enough to eat?" He asked him, clear suggestiveness in his voice. "Cause I don't want to wear you out," he teased. But in actuality, he was concerned about hurting Jackson. About pushing him when he wasn't ready . . . if his body wasn't fully healed. "Even if you have the strength," he added on with the same playfulness.

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Jackson was slightly disappointed when Bellamy moved, but they were going to have to move to continue anyway. He closed his eyes as Bellamy's lips pressed against his cheek. "It's okay if you wear me out a little," he said, hooking a hand around the back of Bellamy's neck to keep him in place as he turned his head to kiss Bellamy softly. His other hand moved to Bellamy's to get him to put the plates back down. They could worry about cleaning up later.

"Help me rebuild my strength," he added, smiling against Bellamy's lips as he stood, urging Bellamy up with him with a hungrier kiss. He pressed their bodied together once they were standing, one arm going around his waist while the other went into his hair. "Starving for it," he whispered. A week was too long to go without being able to touch Bellamy like this, and Jackson's body was already responding.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Everything about Jackson's actions were encouraging. The words he spoke, the way his hand kept him in place, before urging Bellamy to stop picking up the dishes. And of course, the way his body rose, turning to face Bellamy as his lips pressed harder against his, the kiss turning more passionate; more hungry. Bellamy had verbally expressed how relieved he was that Jackson was ok, but he had not yet had the opportunity to physically express it.

At least not in this way. Bellamy's hands released the dishes, carefully wrapping around Jackson's as his words sent surges of desire coursing through his body. He breathed into the kiss, before exhaling with a moan, the idea of his husbeand starving making him want to sate that hunger. "Can't have you starving," Bellamy spoke against his lips.

"What kind of husbeand would I be if I let you starve," he further teased. Though he knew, he was just as hungry as Jackson was. Just as filled with need. With the way their bodies were pressed together, Bellamy could already feel that growing need in Jackson . . . encouraging his own. Kissing him fervently, Bellamy began to step forward, moving Jackson back until they reached the bed. "So let's have a feast," he playfully remarked, his hands reached for Jackson's pants as he started to unfasten them while capturing Jackson's lips once more.

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The sound of Bellamy's moan against his lips sent a thrill through Jackson's body. He'd heard that sound so many times before, but after a week sleeping next to Bellamy without hearing it, it was like hearing it again for the first time. God, Jackson's bruises were fading, but not gone, and Bellamy still desired him even like this. He knew Bellamy wasn't shallow, and never had been, but feeling Bellamy's desire for him right now, in his less than desirable state, made Jackson chest feel tight with overwhelming love.

"Not a good one," he teased, when Bellamy asked what kind of husbeand he'd be if he let Jackson starve. Jackson made a wanting noise as Bellamy started to move them toward the bed, his hands sliding up under Bellamy's shirt. He moaned at Bellamy's next words, letting the noise get swallowed up by the kiss that followed as Bellamy started to undo his pants. He kissed Bellamy back harder, mindful of his nose, and let Bellamy get his pants open before pushing Bellamy's shirt up and off, making Bellamy lift his arms and breaking their kiss temporarily.

"God, yes, please," he breathed, tossing Bellamy's shirt aside. "I need you inside of me now," he moaned, kissing Bellamy again as his hands slid down his chest and stomach, one of them pulling open the button of Bellamy's pants as the other stroked his cock through the fabric.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Bellamy moved his arms up when necessary as Jackson began to pull his shirt up. It felt good to remove the fabric and he wanted to do the same for Jackson. He wanted to touch his husbeand; enjoy him. In ways that they hadnt been able to for the past week. Hearing Jackson say that he wanted him inside of him made pleasure course through Bellamy, craving to be inside Jackson or have his husbeand inside of him. He couldn't withhold the strained sound of pleasure when Jackson began to stroke him through the fabric. His cock was already sensitive from the deprivation . . . everything felt heightened now.

Bellamy captured Jacksons lips again, kissing him passionately as he pulled off his husbeands shirt and tossed it to the side. "Lie down," Bellamy told him. He waited for Jackson to so before move on top of him. Normally Bellamy might have given him a playful push onto the bed but considering his still healing state . . . Bellamy didnt want to hurt him. Instead, his hands went to either side of Jackson, pressed on the bed to brace himself up so that his weight would not press down on Jackson. His lips went to Jacksons before beginning to speak.

"Do you really want me inside of you?" he asked only somewhat rhetorically. Bellamys lips moved along Jacksons jaw, mindful of the injuries on his face."Or do you want to come inside of me?" He further asked, practically teasingly. His lips continued to move along his jas, down the side of his neck. "Do you want me to suck you, or ride you?" Bellamy contiuned, offering possibilties while keeping a tease in his voice. "God, i want you so bad," he finished, unable to stop the way his cock hardened. The way his whole mind, body and soul needed to be consumed by the man he loves.

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The sound Bellamy made when Jackson touched him through his pants only made Jackson harder, and he moaned again against Bellamy's mouth. He couldn't get enough of the way their tongues moved against one another's, or the sound of their breathing increasing as they both got more and more excited. Jackson didn't hesitate to lay down when Bellamy told him to, moving a little more carefully than he might normally in the heat of the moment, then wrapped his arms around Bellamy as he climbed over him, obviously being cautious about putting his weight on Jackson.

"God, yes," Jackson moaned, when Bellamy asked if he really wanted Bellamy inside him, kissing his lips. But then Bellamy continued, his lips moving over Jackson's jaw and neck. It felt amazing, and Jackson pressed up into the touch of Bellamy's mouth, moaning at his words. Everything Bellamy said sounded so good. "Want you too. Want all of that," Jackson panted. One of his hands slid down the back of Bellamy's open pants, squeezing his ass and pulling their groins together, groaning as their cocks pressed against each other's.

His other hand tugged Bellamy's hair back gently, pulling his head back so he could suck Bellamy's throat. He tasted salty, dried sweat from his work out earlier, but for some reason it was so sexy. Jackson moaned against Bellamy's Adam's apple. "But right now I just want you to fuck me," he panted against Bellamy's skin. "Want me on my hands and knees?" he asked, biting Bellamy's jaw gently, thinking the change of position would keep Bellamy from having to hold himself up off of Jackson the whole time.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Bellamy smiled between each kiss as Jackson told him that he wanted that. The smile faded from pleasure however when Jackson squeezed his ass, pressing their bodies together. It brought forth a breathy groan from the sensation of rubbing against Bellamy's erection. As if that hadn't done the trick, Jackson pulled Bellamy's head back and put his lips to his neck, sucking his Adam's apple. It caused another sound of pleasure at the sensation; having missed it tremendously. And only making him harder in his moment. "Feels so good," he praised, needing to vocalize that, finding it difficult to fight the urge to touch him in return. But the need to brace himself over Jackson was a more important function of his hands right now. His husbeand's words sending another surge of pleasure through him, while Bellamy's eyes were closed and basking in the feeling of Jackson's mouth and tongue on him.

"Yes," he breathed in full approval of Jackson's words. "Feels amazing," he moaned. His lips on his neck, the gentle nip of his jaw. And then the thought of coming inside of him was too damn tempting. Bellamy wanted to watch him, look at his face, kiss him all over, but he also knew that it would be less strain on Jackson's body as well if they took the other position. There would be less risk of Bellamy pressing his weight on Jackson in the height of passion, rationality often fleeing his mind whenever they had sex. Bellamy shifted off of Jackson for a moment, instantly missing the feeling of his mouth on his neck, but it was a needed sacrifice. His hands went to his spouse's waist to help gently turn him, despite the burning need going through his body. "Whatever is comfortable for you," Bellamy breathed against his ear, sucking his earlobe as his hand went down to Jackson's cock, starting to stroke him a little. Teasingly making him as needy as Bellamy felt right now, if he wasn't already.

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Jackson made a needy noise as Bellamy pulled back, already missing their body contact as Bellamy told him to move however was comfortable for him. Jackson started to roll over at Bellamy's hand on his waist, wanting the contact to return even if it was against his back, but Bellamy started stroking him while he sucked on his earlobe. He let out a breathy groan, rocking his hips up against Bellamy's hand, kissing what he could of Bellamy's cheek and jaw. "This is a terrible way to get me to move," he teased breathlessly, his hand squeezing Bellamy's ass again.

"Missed you so much," he breathed, rocking his hips again before reluctantly moving to roll over, wincing slightly as he moved, but turning his face so Bellamy wouldn't see it. When he got on his hands and knees, he pressed his hip back to meet Bellamy's, nestling his ass against Bellamy's groin with a groan. In this position, he wasn't in pain, and Bellamy could lean against him, freeing his hands. Jackson dropped to his elbows, face against his pillow, and moaned. "Take me, Bell. Need you so much."

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

The contact of their bodies felt amazing. A feeling that Bellamy had greatly missed, but circumstances sometimes gave them no other choice. All they could do was appreciate the time they had, instead of solely lament in the times they didn't. And Bellamy intended to take full advantage of that right now. With each push of Jackson's hips against him, Bellamy let out a breathy groan of pleasure at the sensation it provided. He needed more. More of Jackson. His lips reaching whatever he could of his skin as they moved, until he was in a position that allowed Bellamy to lean over him, not needing his hands to brace himself up as much. Though, it was still in his mind that Jackson was more delicate than usual; and thus, needed to treat him delicately rather than allow himself to be completely uncontrolled. As was usually the case when assuming this position.

"I missed you too," he breathed against the back of Jackson's neck, kissing the skin of it. He raised a hand to spit on it before dropping it to his own cock, slicking himself as much as possible. When satisfied he slid his hand over the back of Jackson's leg, trailing over his firm ass. His husbeand's words of encouragement making another thrill shoot through Bellamy. Slightly tilting his head to the side, Bellamy pressed his lips against Jackson's ears. "Tell me if it hurts," he told him. The last thing he wanted to do was make his injuries feel any worse than what they already were. So with that, Bellamy slowly pushed his hips forward, entering Jackson as he let out a groan of sheer pleasure directly into his husbeand's ear. "Oh my god," he breathed, pushing his cock in further and further, his hand slipping to the front of Jackson's body to glide over his husbeand's hardened length.

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Bellamy's breath against the back of Jackson's neck as he spoke sent shivers through Jackson. The lack of this type of intimacy for so long made it feel even better right now. "Mmmhmm," he hummed when Bellamy told him to tell him if it hurt, turning his head to give Bellamy more access to his ear. "Only feels good," he breathed, feeling the head of Bellamy's cock press against his entrance, his breath hitching with anticipation.

He reached a hand back to rest on Bellamy's hip, feeling as he pushed inside and letting out a long, low moan of pleasure as Bellamy slowly stretched him, filling him inch by inch. It was exactly what Jackson needed right now, and he pressed back, pushing himself onto Bellamy deeper as Bellamy's hand started to stroke him. "Oh, yes," he groaned, turning his head for a kiss, lips parted. "So good to me," he breathed, his fingers tightening against Bellamy's hip.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Bellamy felt relieved when Jackson told him that it only felt good. Bellamy didnt want to put too much of a strain on his husbeands body, knowing a little would be inevitable with what they were doing. The moan that fell from Jacksons lips was incredible. Further encouraging Bellamy. Once he was fully inside his husbeand, he stayed in position for a few moments, his lips met with a kiss. It made it easier to ignore the guilt that came with Jacksons words about being so good to him. Knowing that Jackson deserved better. Instead, Bellamy just focused on the incredible feelings and sensations Jackson inspired.

Bellamys tongue slipping bwtween Jacksons lips, coaxing his mouth open, drinking in his delicious taste. Unable to remain still for longer, Bellamy slowly pushed his hips forward in a long drawn out motion. After a few moments he thrust again, and again, moaning into the kiss while his hand on Jacksons cock moved in tune to each thrust. Easing out of the kiss, Bellamy breathed against his husbeand, his lips kissing along his jaw. "So incredible," he panted. "Damn it you feel so amazing," he groaned, pleasure seeping through his tone just as he felt it race through his body.