How to Train Your Husbeand

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Jackson moaned into the kiss, enjoying the feel of Bellamy inside him. Normally he would be urging Bellamy to move, maybe begging for it, but right now this felt perfect. He wanted to bask in the moment of being connected to his husbeand like this, at least for a moment. When Bellamy's hips started moving, though, Jackson was more than ready, letting Bellamy control the speed. Between that slow pace moving in and out of him and Bellamy's hand keeping pace on his cock, it was quickly getting harder not to demand more.

He hummed a pleased noise of agreement at Bellamy's words. This was incredible, and amazing, and Jackson moved his hand from Bellamy's hip to bury in his hair, holding him close, encouraging him. "Can't believe we made it a whole week without this," Jackson panted, a lazy, wanton smile forming briefly on his lips. He fisted his free hand into the sheets, whimpering softly. "God, want you to make me scream," he added, knowing they couldn't quite be that vigorous in his current state, but wanting Bellamy to know how badly he wanted him.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy couldn't help but smile at Jackson's words, admist the expression of a mixture of pleasure and desire. "It's a record for us," he said in between breaths. "Since we've been married." Their lack of physical relations wasns't often for a desirable reason. Whether it was because they were both too busy with work, one of them was injured, or . . . the longest it had been was when Bellamy had been called out to a mission, equaling a month. But there was no need to dwell on that right now.

Bellamy's words were said in teasing, as he certainly wasn't going to put a damper on things. "One week feels like forever," he added on, his hand not on Jackson's cock, falling to the cheek of his ass to give it a squeeze before running his hand over the skin. His quiet whimper and the encouragement to make Jackson scream . . . flooded Bellamy with a stronger need. Wanting to fulfill that request. The younger male started to pick up the pace a little, his breathing becoming breathy pants. "You do owe me a scream," he teased, thinking back to their wedding night. "I am going to collect at some point," he added on in playful warning. But perhaps not right now. Not when Jackson was still recovering. Last thing he wanted to do was cause him any more pain.

"Make you scream my name," Bellamy added, another groan escaping him as the thought added to the pleasure of this moment. Bellamy's head fell to the back of Jackson's neck, sucking the skin while he pushed his hips faster against his husbeand, his cock thrusting deep and deeper inside of him. The slow pace was the only thing that kept him from coming too fast, since as they had recognized, it had been a week. His hand on his cock came to a halt, keeping Jackson aroused but not giving him relief. "Don't want you to come in my hand," he told him, wanting it to either be inside of him, or between his lips. "I can make it better for you," he added playfully, his lips kissing along the back of Jackson's shoulder. The closer he got, the harder it was getting to talk.

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Jackson let out a soft, breathless laugh at Bellamy's tease, forcing himself not to think about why Bellamy had to add on that it was a record since they'd been married. He groaned as Bellamy squeezed his ass, but then moaned a bit louder as Bellamy picked up the pace at Jackson's encouragement. "Can't wait," Jackson panted, when Bellamy said he planned to collect his scream at some point. "Gonna make you work for it too," he added, teasing. Bellamy had certainly made Jackson work for it. They could barely walk the next day. He doubted he'd be able to hold out as long as Bellamy had, but it was worth trying.

Jackson was having a hard time controlling his sounds of pleasure as Bellamy dropped his head, kissing the back of his neck, his thrusts speeding, going deeper. He was driving Jackson closer and closer to the edge, having not had this for a prolonged time, and Jackson actually whimpered again when Bellamy stopped stroking him. Though the reasoning Bellamy gave drew a long moan from Jackson. "Yes," he panted. "Want your mouth so bad," he breathed. He'd been tempted, before he was even ready for the exertion of receiving intimacy, to 'beg' Bellamy to giving him a blow job, but he managed not to. Not only would it have not been good for him, Bell would have gone unsatisfied.

Jackson pressed up into Bellamy's mouth as much as he could as it moved over his shoulder, panting hard. "Bite me," he told Bellamy, his voice full of desire. "Mark me... please..." he added, hoping he would comply in spite of Jackson already being marked up. Jackson needed at least one of the marks on his body right now to be out of love and passion and not... anger and hatred.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy gave a slight chuckle, stifled only by another moan of pleasure at the thought. The idea of working for a scream from Jackson, just as Jackson had worked for it from Bellamy. And he had been successful. "Challenge accepted," Bellamy teased, his voice breathless from their actions. As if that thought hadn't been enough, Jackson's words of wanting his mouth sent another wave of pleasure over him, instinctively running his tongue over his lips, wanting to taste his husbeand . . . a thirst unquenched for so long. Too long. Wanting to fulfill his request, Bellamy picked up his pace, drawing closer and closer to his release, his breaths growing more strained as was his groans of pleasure.

"Want you inside of me too," he breathed. "Inside my mouth," he added on, wanting Jackson to know that the desire was mutual. When he told him to bite him, Bellamy moaned, his tongue running over Jackson's skin. He wanted him to mark him and . . . well, Bellamy understood. He knew what it was to have a body marked with wounds that were a painful reminder of the cause. Such had been the case before, when he and Jackson had reconnected and decided to be together. The relief of seeing one mark on him made by his now husbeand; a mark that wasn't one caused by pain or suffering.

But rather, one of pleasure and affection. Bellamy hadn't wanted to hurt Jackson but he also could never deny his husbeand's requests in moments like this. Or, demands. Whatever the case, Bellamy hesitated only for a few moments. Parting his lips, he lightly nipped at Jackson's skin, holding it between his teeth. The sensation of it making Bellamy thrust deeper and deeper inside of him. His teeth sunk deeper into the back of Jackson's shoulder, his grip tighter and tigheter, knowing that it would leave a mark. Especially when Bellamy reached that peak of pleasure, coming inside of Jackson and with his skin currently held in his mouth, such became his outlet . . . biting harder into his skin as the ecstatic waves washed over him, again and again, consuming every single part of him.

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Bellamy's moan when Jackson asked him to bite him, to mark him, was encouraging, and sent waves of need running through him. Waves of pleasure and gratitude that he had someone like Bellamy who would give him what he wanted. His untouched cock ached for release as Bellamy thrust into him, taking his skin between his teeth. "Yes," Jackson moaned, because the bite was gentle at first, but the pace of Bellamy's thrusting started to pick up as he bit down, and as Bellamy went deeper and harder, his teeth tightened on Jackson's skin. He moaned louder, knowing Bellamy was close just because he knew Bellamy's body so well.

He he let out a little cry of pleasure and pain when the bite started to hurt, knowing then it was hard enough to mark him, and then gasped as he felt Bellamy flood him with his release, the pain turning sharp just for a moment. "Yes!" he gasped, , his fingers tightening in Bellamy's hair hard as Bellamy rode out the last of his release. "Oh, god, Bell," he panted, not wanting to move until Bellamy was ready to pull out. "Now you have to leave one I can see," he managed, his lips curling a little as he buried his face against the pillow.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Bellamy pumped his entire release deep within Jackson, not stopping until he was completely spent. His husbeands words of encouragement made him feel relieved that if he had in fact hurt him. . . it was that pleasurable pain. Bellamy sure as hell didnt want to hurt him any other way. Bellamy relaxed his shoulders, his chest heaving, trying not to put too much of his weight on Jackson. That had just felt so damn good, and Bellamy was thoroughly enjoying the aftermath of his orgasm. He slowly pulled out of Jackson. He then released the skin he had between his teeth and ran his tongue over it in attempt to soothe it. Jacksons next words made Bellamy smile, another surge of pleasure at the thought.

"Somewhere you can see. . . " Bellamy repeated, as if thinking it over. He slowly and carefully turned Jackson so that he was looking at his beautiful husbeands face one more. Bellamys lips went to his in a deep kiss before going lower. "Where do you suggest?" He asked playfully. "Here?" He inquired, keeping to the same tone, nipping the skin of his neck but not enough to leave a mark. He mover lower still, mindful of Jacksons injuries as his lips went to one of his nipples. "Or here?" he questioned, biting down on it before sucking it, enjoying the feeling of toying with it in his mouth. Eventually releasing it, he raked his teeth along Jacksons chest, his tongue moving along. "Or lower?" He asked with a slight smirk.

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Jackson groaned as Bellamy pulled out and ran his tongue over the spot on the back of his shoulder he'd just bitten. God, it felt so good, his skin burning from the bite and the heat of Bellamy's tongue and feeling full of Bellamy's come, feeling a bit trickle out as Bellamy pulled out. Jackson let Bellamy shift him back to his back, and he moaned into the kiss before Bellamy started to move down his body.

He was still so hard, and he loved that Bellamy was enjoying this, but ever nip and suck from Bellamy's mouth was making him gasp softly, his body full of anticipation. He arched into each touch, one of his hands sliding down Bellamy's back as the other curled in is hair and tugged, urging Bellamy lower. "Definitely lower," he panted, watching Bellamy with desire in his gaze, his eyelids drooping with pure need. He caught one of Bellamy's hands with his own and moved it down over his thigh, letting it rest on the top of it, toward his inner thigh, not far from his groin. "Here," he breathed. "And anywhere else you want," he added. "Need you so much."

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[Bellamy Blake]

Bellamy relished in the feeling of his hand being led by Jackson, his lips touching his skin elsewhere. His husbeands words of indicating where he wanted to be marked, encouraging him to bite him in other areas too. Bellamy moaned at the pleasure of it; that alone enough to make him hard had he not just come. His hand slid from Jacksons inner thigh to his cock, gliding over it. His mouth moved along his chest, not wanting a neglected nipple so twirled his tongue over it before biting down on it, harder than the other one. "You forgot to say please," Bellamy teased. He quite enjoyed this demanding side to Jackson just as he enjoyed his dombeanating. But right now, he desperately wanted to pleasure him. To worship him.

He lowered his head, sliding his body down as he tenderly kissed over the skin of his bruised ribs, not provoking the area but rather, continued his path until he was where his hand had been. He sucked the skin for a moment before digging his teeth into the skin, less reluctance than before. His hand simultaneously moved up and down his cock in slow drawn out motions. Finally releasing the skin, Bellamy dragged his tongue across Jackson, sliding over his cock teasingly before going to his other thigh. "God you feel amazing. Taste amazing." His body was incredible. And with that thought, he bitinto the skin in the inner area there too.

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Jackson groaned, his hips straining up automatically when Bellamy hand slid to his cock gliding over it as Bellamy's mouth moved to his other nipple, biting harder than before. He gasped louder than before at the bite then moaned at the feel of Bellamy's teeth. "Please," he moaned, more than happy to give Bellamy his 'please', even though he knew Bellamy was teasing. He sucked in a shaky breath as Bellamy kissed down his bruised ribs, his hand in Bellamy's hair following Bellamy's movements down.

He groaned as Bellamy sucked the skin of his thigh where he'd indicated he wanted to be marked, then let out a little cry as Bellamy bit him, arching against the bed as the pain mixed with the pleasure of Bellamy's hand stroking him. "Oh, god, Bell," he moaned, watching as Bellamy licked over his cock, sending shivers through him, waves of need, then Bellamy moved to bite his other thigh, making him moan louder. His mind was swimming with need, and he was tempted to tug Bellamy's hair to bring his lips back to his cock, but he didn't want to stop Bellamy marking him, if he wanted to leave more marks.

"Oh my god," he moaned, watching his husbeand. "So good,", his hand moving to stroke Bellamy's cheek.

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[Bellamy Blake]

The groans falling from Jackson and the way his body instinctively reacted was incredible. It only served as further encouragement, while Bellamy enjoyed every bite and the way his beautiful husbeand reacted to it. He had said please, verbally expressing the feeling of it. Bellamy gave a slight smile before releasing the skin he had held between his skin. He kissed along his inner thigh, moving closer to the center.

He sucked his sac of skin, moaning at the feeling as his hand slowly drew to a halt over his cock. Instead, he rested it casually on his upper thigh. Releasing him Bellamy inched closee to Jacksons cock, breathing over it, his lips barley brushing over it. "I could do this all day," Bellamy breathed with the utmost sincerity. He could worship his spouse like this . . . appreciate him without ever growing tired of it. "You are so beautiful," Bellamy added before sucking the head of his cock.

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Jackson left his hand on Bellamy's cheek as Bellamy kissed up his thigh, stroking his fingers as Bellamy took his sac into his mouth. When Bellamy moaned, the vibrations made Jackson groan in response. Bellamy's hand stopped stroking him a moment later, and Jackson made a needy noise, tucking his other arm under his head so he could look down at Bellamy more easily, his eyelids heavy with desire. he drew in a shaky breath as Bellamy moved up his shaft, breathing over it, lips barely touching. God, Bellamy was a tease sometimes, but Jackson couldn't complain too much, not when it was such a huge turn on.

He huffed at Bellamy's words that he could do this all day, managing a lazy smile as he teased, "You want me to explode?" His gaze was not only needy and full of desire, but also full of affection, appreciating why Bellamy would say that. Jackson started to roll his eyes when Bellamy continued that he was beautiful, but he lost the thought when Bellamy's lips closed over the head of his cock. He moaned, feeling the way Bellamy sucked him both directly, and indirectly with his fingers on Bellamy's cheek. "Oh, Bell," he moaned, his fingertips trailing to when Bellamy's lips were circled around him, then back to his cheek. "More," he moaned, realizing he'd closed his eyes and dropped his head back, so he lifted it again, watching his husbeand. "Please," he breathed with a small curl to his lips, not letting Bellamy remind him to say it again.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy couldn't help but give a faint smirk at Jackson's questions of wanting him to explode. "That's the point," he teased, knowing what his husbeand had meant but playing with the words . . . implying the explosion being his release. The sounds from Jackson served as the utmost encouragement, the way he groaned in response, offering verbal enjoyment as well as the touch of his hand on his cheek. Hell he even said please, which would have made Bellamy instantly smile had his lips not been occupied where they were.

He could feel Jackson's eyes on him, opening them to return his gaze and seeing them now shut. He slowly released Jackson from his mouth, kissing along his length rather than fully taking him. Until he reached between his legs where he had just entered him previously. He ran his tongue along Jackson's entrance, sucking at the skin, gliding it along where some of Bellamy's release had trickled out of him. Another moan of delight escaped him, his hands running up Jackson's thighs. "At least you remembered your manners this time," Bellamy teased in between each stroke of his tongue.

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Jackson watched Bellamy kiss down his shaft, his breath catching in his throat with each press of Bellamy' lips. He let out a low moan when Bellamy's mouth reached his entrance, enjoying the way it sent tingles through his entire body. It made his cock ache with need, feeling as thought it got impossibly harder at the sound of Bellamy's moan. Bellamy obviously wasn't ready to give Jackson release yet, and Jackson was tempted to lower the hand currently under his head to his cock and stroke himself as Bellamy's mouth worked over his entrance. "Yeah, did you forget yours?" he managed, implying Bellamy was being impolite by not sucking when after Jackson had said please.

In spite of his need for Bellamy to suck him off, Jackson couldn't help but to roll his hips down, pressing himself against Bellamy's mouth even more and letting out a groan of pleasure. "God, you feel so good," he panted, gently trusting himself down again as his fingers slid into Bellamy's hair, gripping firmly without pulling Bellamy anywhere.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy once again smiled amidst his actions at Jackson playfully accused him of forgetting his manners. "Your body doesn't seem to have a problem with that," he continued to tease, referencing the way that his hips moved in encouragement, and his hand in his hair. Then his verbal acknowledgement of how it felt good. Bellamy's heart swelled with pride, that despite Jackson's injuries, Bellamy could still make him feel good. Could still make him feel something other than pain. He probed his tongue in his entrance, moving it in and out a few times, before slightly shifting himself higher, his lips dragging along his shaft once more.

"So do you," Bellamy moaned, returning the compliment. Because, damn, Jackson felt so good. Bellamy was tempted to keep up the tease, to keep tasting Jackson and caressing his body . . . but he also couldn't forget that he was still in recovery. And the last thing he wanted to do was over exert him, even if their actions weren't as vigorous as they had the potential to be whenever the two of them had sex. Parting his lips, Bellamy slowly took Jackson's cock inside his mouth, lowering his head over him until he had devoured its entirety. His hands gently rested on his hips, Bellamy raised his mouth and then lowered it again, actions starting off at a slow pace before he began to build a steady rhythm, bobbing his head over him with another groan erupting from his throat.

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Jackson tried to huff a laugh at Bellamy's acknowledgement that his body was only encouraging Bellamy's action, but all that came out was another moan as he felt Bellamy's tongue move in and out of him. He almost missed the feel of it when Bellamy started to shift higher, but Bellamy's mouth was moving up his shaft again, and it was all Jackson could focus on.

Before he could say anything, Bellamy was slowly moving his mouth down over his cock, and Jackson moaned at the wet heat that engulfed him. A week was definitely too long to go between spending this kind of time with Bellamy. As Bellamy started to move over him, Jackson loosened his grip in Bellamy's hair, stroking it encouragingly and letting his hand brush the back of Bellamy's neck. "Yes," he moaned, pleasure building, making his toes curl against the sheets.

He gasped as Bellamy groaned, sending vibrations through him, ripples of pleasure washing through him, and he lowered the hand behind his head, letting his eyes close as he focused on the feeling of Bellamy's mouth. His hand curled around one of Bellamy's hands on his hip, lacing their fingers together and holding it as the soft noises of pleasure started spilling from him involuntarily.

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