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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 29, 2016 0:45:01 GMT
  Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy smiled in response to Jackson's words, the tease in them adding to the perfection of this morning. It was just . . . inexplicable. Unable to be described in mere words, how incredible this all felt. Lying next to the man who would be his husbeand. Bellamy had never felt his body flood with so much happbeanness. And he owed it all to the man lying next to him.
He shifted closer still to Jackson, his own arm draping around Jackson in return, caressing the his upper back as he just gazed into his beautiful eyes. His words making his heart swell with so much emotion, he could have sworn it was going to burst out of his chest. "I love you too," Bellamy replied, his voice thick with sincerity, leaning forward to kiss him yet again, breathing into it. Basking in. Soaking in every single aspect of this moment. "Find out what day we can get married," Bellamy softly urged against Jackson's lips. Lightly kissing him again before continuing to speak. "Because I can't wait to start my forever with you."
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 29, 2016 0:37:32 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT The more the Grounder spoke, the more confused Bellamy became. Not because he didn't understand what he was saying. But because . . . he didn't understand why he was saying it. Why he was so willing to help him. To protect him from his own people. It made Bellamy more curious than suspicious at this point, but the latter was not far from his mind. "Why?" Bellamy demanded, still trying to figure out how he was protecting him, healing him . . . saving him. Did he want him alive to extract information about his people? No. He wouldn't go through all this trouble to heal him if only to end his life or torture him later. Was there really no ulterior motive? How could that be?
He was still trying to process his first words, before he added that the root would help the bleeding and pain. Before Bellamy knew it though, he was pulled to his feet, and practically dragged along with the Grounder. He may have said no arguments, but Bellamy wasn't exactly the type to go so easily . . .or willingly. At the same time, his protest was minimal. He felt drained, the aftermath of his injury starting to take a toll on him. "Wait!" He protested, to no avail. Still clutching his gun to him as if his life depended on it, when in actuality, his life was dependant on the man taking him along with him. Bellamy was leaning against him, as it helped alleviate some of the weight.
Rationality dictated that he should take his chances going with this guy. He wasn't going to make it back to Arkadia like this. No way in hell. But . . . his emotions were screaming for him to run the other way. Right now, it seemed rationality was winning. That, and the Grounder had a firm grasp on him. "Where the hell are you taking me?" His asked, his voice not as stern as he would have otherwise vocalized the question. He was getting weaker, and he hated that. He made a bit of a face when the Grounder insulted his smell.
"You spit sticks and smeared moss on me. What did you expect I was gonna smell like?" He rhetorically questioned, shifting the blame of his smell to the fault of the grounder. "What was that stuff anyway?" He questioned, figuring he may even be able to learn a thing or two. Bellamy was wondering if this guy was even a warrior like most other grounders he had come across. "And for the record, you don't smell so great either," he mumbled. Usually he didn't partake in such insults but right now, he was going to blame his current condition on his ever so slightly hindered state of mind.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 29, 2016 0:18:39 GMT
  Tag: @bryanbryanbryan whatever THE HELL WE WANT Good. If Bryan stopped . . . well, Bellamy wasn't entirely sure he could let him. Not at this point. And he doubted his partner wouldn't finish the job. But it appeared that he was in absolutely no rush, as his tongue continued to drag along his skin. The wet sensation feeling incredible, making Bellamy want it more. Coating more of him with the heat of his mouth. It was enough to bring forth a moan of the pleasure, as well as increasingly desperate need. He was already too sensitive, too hard, too aching for release. He needed Bryan to tend to him and soon. His teasing words would have made the older male chuckle, had he not been completely consumed with everything the man he loved was making him feel.
"Me neither," he managed to get out. The moment his tongue slid against under his cock, Bellamy sharply inhaled, his hand gripping its hold in Bryan's locks. It felt amazing. And it seemed Bryan wasn't done. He did the same thing, licking and wetly kissing along his cock. Each stroke of his tongue against him made him groan with need and pleasure. Signs of enjoyment, and building want of more. Greedily taking it all in. He arched his back a little, his tongue running over his lips as he raised his head to watch him, the sight so very beautiful. "More," he uttered in a deep whispered voice. He felt like he needed this as much as the air he breathed. Bellamy cursed under his breath, before repeating the words.
"I need more," he added on, amidst a moan and breathy pant of sheer need. Finally, Bryan heeded to his demands . . . or perhaps he just took pity on him. Either way, Bellamy wasn't complaining. Once he felt his cock engulfed by the heat of Bryan's mouth, he let out a slightly louder sound of enjoyment. He fought every urge within him to not just thrust into Bryan, reflective of his desperation. Instead, he tried to move to the pace that his partner set, hoping it would be a fast and steady one because Bellamy wasn't entirely certain how much self control he could exercise right now. "Yes," he breathed. "So damn good." Both his hands on the back of Bryan's head, gripping him firmly and encouragingly.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 28, 2016 23:47:43 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy wasn't sure what to make of the Grounder's silence. The unanswered question lingering in the air and making Bellamy feel tense. Not just due to the wound but due to the potential repayment. It was true that the Arkers had offered their medical resources and supplies to help the Grounders, but the former co leader didn't expect anything in return. He didn't want anything in return. Wounds were still healing -- perhaps to no true success -- over what happened at Mount Weather. All he could do was watch him, as he searched his bag, pulling out something he chewed and spit onto the moss.
Bellamy withheld an expression that would reveal his distaste toward that. Something told him it was going to be administered onto his wound. The Grounder then spoke, saying he would pull it out on the count of three. Bellamy gave a short nod, swallowing as he braced himself for the countdown. It didn't get past one. As soon as he got to the first number, he yanked it out, causing a slight sound of pain to escape Bellamy, trying to bite it back but knew that some of it inevitably escaped. Hopefully the other grounders were far enough away that they wouldn't be able to hear it . . . and that he hadn't just drawn attention back to himself.
Once it was out, he felt something smeared against it, and it took Bellamy several moments of deep breathing, trying to regain his composure from the sudden onslaught of pain, to properly look down and see what it was. Some sort of medicine. His words were what Bellamy focused on more than anything else, needing to distract himself from the throbbing pain of where the arrow and pierced his skin. "You're people don't usually just want to help us," he said as more of a fact rather than an insult or accusation. It wasn't. It was merely what history had proven. "What makes you so different?" Bellamy asked him, his eyes now resting on the face of the man who may have just saved his life.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 28, 2016 23:34:22 GMT
Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT It wasn't much longer until Bellamy felt his mouth flood with Jackson's relief. The younger male drank him in, swallowing eagerly as he continued to suck him after his release, easing him into its full completion. Bellamy's tongue glided along his cock as he slowly withdrew, dragging over his tip, a small bit of the liquid still in his mouth. He smiled, looking up at Jackson, his words playing over in his mind. Die of happiness. Now that was a great way to go. With all the violent deaths that they were surrounded with; this one was by far the most favorable.
Bellamy slid back up to align himself with Jackson, his lips pressing against his fiancé's, transferring the bit of release left into Jackson's mouth, allowing him to fully taste himself, mixed in with Bellamy's own flavor. Easing out of it, Bellamy lay down next to Jackson, his body turned toward him as his hand ran down over his chest in a repeated path, feeling the steady beating of his heart. He leaned toward him once again, kissing his shoulder and then his upper arm. "I'm vowing to spend forever with you," he began to tell him, brushing his lips against his arm once more. "Don't cut that short," Bellamy teased, knowing that Jackson was just kidding but at the same time . . . the thought of making vows, of promising to spend their futures together, in sickness, in health, in all obstacles . . . it just sounded so incredible.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 28, 2016 22:58:26 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy wasn't sure what had shifted in the Grounders decision or mindset . . .but clearly, something had. For the next thing he knew, the male was telling him to sit. Bellamy just stared at him, having no intention of complying. He didn't exactly make a good patient. Even less so when it was a Grounder telling him to do something. The distrust between their people still immense. "I'm not a damn dog," he muttered in a low voice, unamused by the attempt to get him to listen. Bellamy almost wanted to prove to him that he didn't need his help -- knowing that his emotional bias often clouded his judgment. And right now, he was compromised. Physically. And deep down, knew he wouldn't be able to get far.
It was as if this grounder had anticipated his lack of compliance and willingness to listen, for the next thing he knew, he was swept off from under his feet -- his unwounded leg unexpectedly kicked to the ground. The fall itself didn't hurt, but the sudden impact to the ground had been surprising. Bellamy quickly recovered, eying the grounder as he reiterated his command. The gun otherwise slung around his shoulder set aside as it had slipped.
Bellamy didn't feel comfortable without it right in his hand but . . . something told him he wouldn't need it. Even if he had no idea what game this guy was playing at. Bellamy almost jolted from his touch, though watched as he seemed to know what he was doing, removing the dirtied cloth that Bellamy had placed there to help somewhat control the bleeding. "Why are you helping me?" He questioned, his inquiry blunt, suspicious, his eyes fixed on the male rather than the wound. "What do you want?" In return, because Bellamy didn't want to owe the Grounders a damn thing.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 28, 2016 22:36:33 GMT
 Tag: @mikha whatever THE HELL WE WANT Feeling her begin to stir, Bellamy glanced down and noticed that she was conscious once more. He was unsure whether to set her down or not, but she asked him to. And he wasn't going to go against her wishes. Coming to a halt, he slowly lowered her body so that her feet touched the ground. His hand and arm hovered around her in the event that she was too imbalanced to stand on her own feet.
He was prepared for either outcome. "We're not that far from camp," he assured her. And once they got there, he could take her to medical and Jasper -- he was certain -- would take care of the rest when it came to taking care of Maya. Apart from Maya's medical condition, that was also the reason that Bellamy wanted to get back to Arkadia as soon as possible: to reveal to Jasper that Maya was alive.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 28, 2016 22:29:25 GMT
Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT Jackson felt and sounded beautiful. The sounds and words that fled from his lips, his hand in Bellamy's hair, and the way his hips moved along with the steady rhythm . . . it all added to the intensity of it. Even though Bellamy had already found his release, he wanted to make this as enjoyable for his future spouse as he possibly could. Bellamy groaned once more against Jackson's cock, making sure to use his tongue to its greatest potential as he moved it along Jackson's length, his lips sucking him.
His hand that had been on his ass, slowly moved to his crease, teasing along it before his finger just barley moved inside of him. Not enough to fully penetrate him but just as a tease. There would be more time for that later, but he couldn't resist the small movement, wanting to fill as many parts of Jackson as he possibly could. He would use his own words but would much rather occupy his mouth on Jackson, not wanting him to lose that building pleasure as he could feel his cock nearing its release, closer and closer. He relished in it; in learning his partner's body, inclusive of how to be able to tell when he was so close to coming.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 28, 2016 22:13:38 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy watched the Grounder continue to near him, causing Bellamy to tense ever so slighty. He was used to maintaining a stoic demeanour -- a lifetime of practice on the Ark because every moment of every day, required remaining composed, calm . . . the midst of protecting Octavia. It was a useful skill that remained with him now, even in the wake of this disadvantage. Bellamy's eyes fell to the dagger in the Grounder's hand, as she crouched, seemingly to inspect his wound of sorts. He easily deduced that it was not poisoned. Bellamy almost wanted to ask how he knew, but then . . . he sounded confident. And best not to question it.
It was true that the Grounder could be lying . . . but what was the point? Wouldn't he prefer to gloat if the arrow had indeed been poisoned. There was relief that swept over Bellamy, but it only settled part of his issue. The grounder's next comment addressing the rest of it. "You offering to amputate it for me?" He asked with a bit of sarcasm, a reference to the weapon he held, and the diagnosis. But then the Grounder turned away to leave. Bellamy wasn't sure if he felt relieved or disappointed. The male wasn't calling out to the others. It seemed he was content with leaving Bellamy out here. Not that he expected anything different. Leaving Skaikru to die was the Grounders speciality. Taking a deep breath, Bellamy broke the end of the arrow that was protruding from his leg. A sharply inhaled, a small sound of pain at the jostling of his wound.
He didn't pull it out, leaving the tip of it wedge firmly inside his flesh. The only thing he could do was minimize the movement and bleeding. Reaching inside his pocket he pulled out a dirty cloth, and proceeded to wrap it around his leg. Another deep breath, and he forced himself to stand on his feet, using the trunk he was leaned against to help him out. The action over exerted his body and he was now leaning against the tree in a somewhat standing position, putting all the pressure on his uninjured leg. He needed to brace himself, as he focused on taking a few deep breaths. His attempt to take on step forward resulted in a hobble, and practically hopped over to the next tree so that he could once again, lean his weight against it. "Son of a bitch," he cursed under his breath, trying to stay calm and fight through the pain. There was no way in hell he was going to be able to get back to Arkadia in this state.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 28, 2016 20:47:52 GMT
Who the hell would steal your radio? *shifty eyes*
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 28, 2016 20:41:10 GMT
Ever feel like going back to that dorky looking hairstyle you used to have? I'm assuming you're talking about this one?
 The answer is no. I don't have time to do my hair.
And I don't care much about how it looks.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 28, 2016 20:33:32 GMT
What was the last lie you told?
Guess some might think I've told a lot. But the biggest lie I've ever told,
was words I said to blake over and over again since the day she was born.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 28, 2016 20:26:37 GMT
What is your biggest fear, after losing friends/loved ones? Failing my people. I've done it too many times.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 28, 2016 2:35:12 GMT
Tag: @bryanbryanbryan whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy couldn't control the soujds that were fleeing his lips. Each time Bryan bit down on his flesh, it drew a forth a sound of pleasure from Bellamys lips. Slight gasps, sharp inhalations, deep groans, and strained moans. Everything felt so damn good. He tended to his other side, not neglecting his nipple as he bit the sensitive tip and then swirled his tongue around the other . . . before kissing lower. The gentle brush of his hand just made him more turned on; more in need . . . it left him wanting. His breathing hitched when he felt Bryans breath so close to his cock without providing it with relief. Bellamy kept his head lifted to watch him, his eyes fixed on every shift in Bryan, including the way he bit into the skin of his thigh. "Oh my god," he breathed amidst a moan of intense pleasure.
"Keep putting your mouth to good use," he teased playfully . . . but damn if it wasnt true. Bryans talented mouth leaving marks on Bellamys body that he would cherish. He had so many scars but at least these marks, any marks, left by his partner would not be tainted. Bellamy would be able to look at them without disgust. "Damn it Bryan," Bellamy teased. "Youre killing me," words breathed out, revealing of Bellamys need as his rock hard cock was so close. He looked at his boyfriend; a glossed over expression reflective of what he desired and how he ached, mixed with the pleasure that Bryan was already providing him with . . . but Bellamy was greedy for more.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 28, 2016 1:59:57 GMT
Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy was rather enjoying Jackson's verbal encouragement; the breath for more. It was music to his ears, as was whatever sound left him in response to Bellamy's actions. It never failed to make Bellamy feel honored to know that he could bring such pleasure to Jackson . . . and joy, his fiancé's proposal being a clear sign of that. But right now, he was more focused on the physical, even if the emotional was inevitably intertwined.
Bellamy eventually brought Jackson fully into his mouth, keeping him in it, remaining still so that he could just let them both bask in this moment. One hand moved to Jackson's sac, massaging it, while his other slipped under him to his ass, pressing him up more against Bellamy's mouth. He groaned with his own pleasure, though also letting it send a vibration to him.
With that, Bellamy started to raise his head back up and sink back down. He started off slow, each of his hands moving in tune with where they were positioned. Bellamy's hand Jackson's behind pushing him up, and his hand squeezing his sac repeatedly. He started to pick up the pace a little, bobbing his head up and down to take him fully in, his tongue gliding along his cock and sucking it as hard as he amidst each movement of his head over him.
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