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Glory Box- Live - Portishead
His touch, as gentle as it was, engraved something deep inside; the once hidden part that lay in wait was finally brought out, once timid. Waiting. Only alive together, their desire
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The room was cool; the room was quiet. The only thing they could hear was the desperate moans escaping from Jude's lips, the way his breath hitched with every touch; every quiet sound coming from Erling was either him cursing in his native language or a quiet grunt. The air grew thick with the scent of Erling's cologne mingling with Jude’s freshly warmed, soft body, the tropical sweetness lingering on him. A switch flipped, and it filled Jude's lungs with every ragged breath.
Erling's hands traveled from his hair, sliding down to his waist, controlling, grabbing, and sinking his fingers into the sides of Jude's waist, pulling him closer. Jude's body melted into the blonde's touch; it coursed through him with every touch like wave after wave of new sensations. Erling's touch had not only disarmed Jude but had also brought out something anew from within.
Jude couldn't believe how his body betrayed him, responding with such honesty to every touch; it quieted his mind. The way Jude would respond to his touch with a quiet moan, a small whimper from his touch; it was all too gentle but all so vicious all at the same time.
Jude's head tilted back as Erling pushed deeper into his mouth, and he stepped even closer, deepening the kiss. The taller blonde man held onto him, making sure the brown-eyed man wouldn't stumble into anything; he was paying attention to how Jude would react to him.
As Jude had fought his every touch before, now Jude found himself arching into them, hungry for more. Erling bent down deeper into the kiss. Jude's back hit a wall. Erling caged him in, holding the back of his curly brown hair and pulling him closer. They stumbled. Erling kept the kiss going; he wanted to remove his hoodie. Still, he didn't want to stop kissing. He could see Jude's eyes closed shut, the way he looked so concentrated, the way his eyebrows scrunched.
Erling could taste him that savory sweetness on judes tongue Erling couldn't get enough of jude he had taken the brown haired man into his arms his hands went inside the back of his shorts lifting him against him Jude’s legs wrapped around him as if it was an automatic response and Erling's hands had strayed across his hips he could feel the generous curves of how his hands felt under his ass the firm but plush way it felt. The way he grabbed him and held him closer, their hips connected, how they would move into his touch slowly, the friction of their clothes, the way Erling's lips on his lips made Jude's feel like they had gone numb from the kissing, and Erling was relentless. Jude had grabbed a handful of that blonde hair, twisting it not painfully, of course, but not gently either; he had needed to hold onto something after all, and Erling had broken the kiss and said sweetly, his voice light and soft, "Impatient already?" he chuckled slightly.
Jude had finally had a moment to breathe; he had taken that opportunity to hold onto Erling, burying his face into his neck with his arms around Erling's neck, resting. His chest rose and fell as he took in as much air as he could, and he let out a deep sigh. Jude had said, "I said stop talking."
Erling felt the way his chest rose and fell against him. He asked, "Too much for you?" Erling grinned; he was clearly teasing. Jude responded with an annoyed mumble under his breath, "W-would you shut up?" he was flustered.
Erling responded, "You're cute when you're angry." he smiled softly and genuinely
"Could you just... kiss me?" Jude groaned, his accent thickening as he lost control.
Erling had grabbed the brown-eyed man's nape and pulled him off his neck. Erling had wanted to see that look on his face that desperate, disheveled, needy look. He wanted to see it on his sweet Jude. For just a second, Erling's expression softened, something almost tender in his eyes before the mask of desire returned.
Erling responded, "Jude, you can't be tired already. What happened to all that endurance?" he bantered.
“You’re fucking tall as shit, so forgiv–”
Before he could finish his smart remark Erling had slapped his rear his grip tightened supported jude with ease carrying him to the bed he had sat down with Jude now straddling his lap Erling had pulled jude closer his mouth resting by Judes jaw he had whispered "Already? Thought you had more stamina than that." he pleaded softly, resting his head on Jude’s shoulder, holding him by the waist tightly as jude sat there on his lap.
Erling had seen something in Jude; it felt like he was asking for what he truly needed…in the gentlest way possible. Even as he surrendered, Jude's mind fought to refuse to submit completely. Jude had stared into Erling's eyes, pleading deeply; those brown, sparkling eyes told Erling everything they needed to know about what he truly desired.
"What do you need?" Erling liked the way his brown eyes shimmered, the way his lips parted in wait. Erling had flipped Jude, his body now on the bed, while Erling stood up to take his hoodie off. His body looked sculpted, divine, strong, and sturdy. Jude thought Erling was a lovely, wrapped gift with an " Oh! so pleasant view. His body crawled onto the bed Erling had placed a knee parting Jude’s legs Erling's body hovering over him his long blonde hair framing his face beautifully he had come down on him planting kisses first the lips then the neck then came Jude’s chest Erling teased kisses on his chest following his v-line Erling's hands gently pulled down on his waistband.
Erling began to stroke him slowly, his head against Jude, hearing his breathing the way he would take a breath at any light touch.
"That sensitive?" Erling grinned against his ear
"S-stop… whispering in my ear like that." Jude's head tilted back
Jude could feel Erling's touch; he could feel how rough his hands felt, the way his hands were big enough to hold Jude's cock with just one hand, the gentle pressure Erling applied while he stroked it for him. Erling's thumb pressed into the hollow of Jude's hip, a grounding point in the storm of sensation.
As his grip on Jude got tighter jude voiced his broken sounds the way his face expressed what each touch did to him; how his voice whined. Jude was slowly coming undone by his touch, his breathing more and more frantic; his legs closed as much as they could underneath Erling.
"w-wait, it's- I can't." The fierce heat dormant inside of him was unbearable; he could feel himself losing control of the voice of his legs.
"m-mmph…I-i wait, I feel something, erling..." Jude had tried to remove Erling's hands from his already aroused cock, but he couldn't peel back the fingers. Erling looked at him, panting, his voice stuttering and broken, all so quietly. "You're doing so well, Jude… so good. It's okay"
As one hand stroked Jude with immense pleasure, the other was holding his head gently, caressing and soothing him, melting Jude into Erling's touch more and more. Then it came, the release of the pleasure. Jude's body shuddered at the release, hiding in Erling's arms. Jude’s voice cracked; finally, the sensation of Erling still not letting up on him was intense. His pleas and cursing turned into whines and moans; he couldn't hold it in as much as he wanted to. Erling could see how he retreated shyly.
"You are… so beautiful, Jude… you're doing so well. Fuck." he took a breath between each word.
Jude felt Erling was growing harder and harder. Erling's eyes had a kind gentleness about them in the way his eyes gazed into Jude; this kind, sweet giant had humbly requested from the man underneath him.
"Are you sure you-" Erling caressed his hair gently
Jude could see the kindness in his eyes thats what annoyed him the most, how could he look so calm and controlled while he was nearly about to lose all sense of his own mind? He was beyond annoyed. With a deep sigh, Jude mumbled, clear enough for Erling to hear
"Just fuck me... I-I can take it…" Jude had said it.
An idea came to his mind in an instant
“Okay." he happily did as requested as he removed his boxers, his cock large and thick. It had a nice warm tone, blush pink at the tip, a soft, warm, pale color, rigid with veins along the shaft.
Jude couldn't fathom something like that; he didn't believe something of that size was possible. His question was genuine.
"What the fuck is that, Erl? Why is it that huge?" Jude was worried
"I am Viking; is this not normal?...eh.. You will be fine," he said, confused by Jude's remark.
He positioned himself in between Jude's thighs, his legs wrapped loosely as if a natural response around Erling's waist. Jude’s back lay flat against the cool, cotton-lined bedsheets.
Erling's hands had guided Jude's hips exactly where they needed to be, and they were both ready to feel something new, to be together like this in a new way. Erling was desperately close to ramming it in; he knew it would be uncomfortable for both of them. He didn't want Jude to feel pain like that. He thought they would never get this far, let alone this close to having him like this.
His mind was processing what could he have done to make it better there was definitely no time to stop and go get necessities he had to think fast thats when it hit him he saw it behind Jude and his sweet eagerly ready eyes It was a basket of gifts given by the hotel on his nightstand and inside of that basket he had seen a glass jar labeled “100% Pure Coconut oil” his mind was instantly put to ease.
He sighed deeply out of relief, with a small chuckle to follow. “Is that why you feel so soft…Jude?
He reached over, grabbed the jar with ease, and unscrewed it even more smoothly. He grabbed just enough to rub into his hand, creating the liquid, smooth warmth they needed. His fingers, dripping with that warm coconut oil, concentrated on Jude’s entrance, where he had waited annoyingly patient.
Jude whined impatiently, his eyes communicating the need Erling knew he could fill in that moment, and he responded by taking his time.
He pressed an oil-slicked finger against Jude’s entrance he pressed inside warm soft inviting Jude’s mouth fell open his eyes looked seductively beautiful too Erling his soft brown eyes lit up completely infatuated with not a care in the world the only thing that mattered was the man in front of him the ones whose fingers teased slow and deep sending trembles through him Erling had been scissoring, stretching, preparing him. By the time he had tried a third, Jude was melting, fingers clawing at the sheets, legs slightly quivering around Erling's waist.
Jude felt each finger, and every thought had been erased each time Erling moved inside. Tauntingly deep, Jude’s eyes glazed out; his pupils dilated, his eyelids heavy like wet clothes. He tried to act unaffected; he failed miserably. Jude was always competitive by nature, but this felt like a fight he couldn't win.
Jude's eyes, those soft brown eyes, were staring up at Erling. He couldn't control his sweet cries; he just couldn't. He lost it. Each breath escaped him as he clawed at the bedsheets around him, his voice reduced to moans and hitched whines.
Erling had thought Jude was ready now.
He had placed his length directly against Jude’s opening; he had pressed into him slowly, his hand gripping Jude's waist, keeping him steady, and as he went deeper, Jude’s voice got louder.
Jude's breath was shaky and rough. "arg-ghh… I-I'm mmph…"
Erling responded, "Hmm? What was that you said? Speak up?." He smiled
Erling's reach inside Jude went deeper, and his size was as intense as it was heavy, and it felt even bigger inside Jude.
"Erl-Erling…Wait…" he panted, mumbling.
His body was going through this experience for the first time, and it made him even more alert; it made him feel so full…so good…no, it felt great. He couldn't shake this feeling, like there was more to this.
"You're holding back... I can tell. Why won't you just do it properly. yea!?" He said, his voice shaky; he was practically baiting him
Erling ran a hand through his luscious blonde hair. "You're taking it so good jude… but you have to breathe "
Erling had rubbed the side of Jude’s waist possessively in an endearing way. He whispered, "Deep breaths, Jude." He had leaned into Jude, pushing even deeper, which sent Jude’s fingers from underneath Erling scratching at the sides of his back.
His voice was broken and loud, whining and moaning; he wasn't forming real words anymore. Erling could not make sense of what he was saying. He thought that it meant he was doing a good job.
"It's okay, you're doing great…" he complimented, answering Jude’s earlier question.
Erling was looking down at the mess that was Jude Bellingham, looking down at his soft, brown, tanned skin, the way his face looked completely dazed, his body melting at his every touch. It was like Erling was the hot summer sun and Jude the cool ice cream, dripping and slowly coming undone so very sweetly.
"You're doing very well; just breathe, alright?" his gentle and charming nature made it hard for Jude not to listen
Erling's hands had a firm, bruising grip on each side of his waist. He wasn't just thrusting; he was pulling Jude closer with each thrust, and with every single one, his voice cried out. He was as vocal as they come; his voice could even reach from across a pitch, but at least the walls and door were soundproof, right?
"What was it you said earlier…? Wasn't it something like 'shut up and fuck me'? Yeah, that's it," he teased.
Jude couldn't reply the way he wanted to; he couldn't come up with some smart remark. All he could do was give him the cold shoulder. He had grabbed a pillow and hid behind it; he was trying to hide from Erling.
"So you don't want to talk to me? That's okay, but tell me when you can't handle it anymore okay Jude?" he taunted. Jude nodded his head quietly in agreement
Jude couldn't keep up with the pace Erling was going. He didn’t want him to believe he couldn't handle it; because he could take it; there were much more difficult things he's had to do in his life. All he had to do this time was keep up with Erling just this once.
Erling asked him, "Tell me how it feels."
His hands roaming across Jude’s stomach slowly pressing where his bulge inside him was pressing down watching as the pretty brown eyed man's face had succumbed to the pleasure that was becoming unbearable the struggle a single thread strained holding onto the last of his control he didn't want Erling to see him like that he wanted to hide his arms pulling the pillow his face covered as he quietly struggled to contain the sounds of his muffled voice.
Erling felt how he was shaking. "Hey, hey, hey, relax." He pulled the pillow away, tossing it to the floor. He didn't want his precious Jude to run out of air; he didn't want him to run out of air too soon; they still had so much more to do.
Jude had come; it lay all over his stomach, his thighs trying to shut close; they could not, with Erling propping them open. He was shaking terribly.
"F-fuck…" He cried out softly, his voice broken, his whole body tensing, his legs quietly trembling.
Erling's slow thrusts got faster, his momentum steady and an intense wave of sensations flooding Jude’s mind.
Erling had come inside of Jude; it spread deep. Jude's eyes pinched closed, his hands pushing at his waist, trying to break his momentum, the continuous thrust that felt never-ending.
"w-wa-wait," his breathing uneven and hard to control his hands grabbing the sheets trying to regulate what it was he was feeling.
Erling had taken it out slowly and gently, a very stark contrast to his persistent thrusting and His hands had guided Jude's legs closed, bringing them together and letting him rest as he lay on his side, catching his breath, his head resting on a cold pillow his body wasn't just limp it was numb his body lacking the normal strength it had. He was aching his chest visibly rising and falling and a severe throbbing sensation from inside him it was unbearable and worst of all he felt so empty without Erling inside him.
When he was inside, he couldn't feel any aching; it only felt like passion. He wanted more. He asked, "One more time… do it again..." He strained his voice, each word more broken than the last, his accent still relevant.
"You did well to rest…please, Jude." Erling looked concerned; he had never seen such a beautiful sight before to see him beg like this. It was something he created. He looked at him quietly, admiring how he could fix his lips to say no; how could he ever say no to his sweet Jude.
Erling thought of Jude’s request; he was thinking of a way to make this more bearable; he didn't want to wreck his Jude.
Erling knelt behind him, grabbing Jude, pulling his hips up, and Jude’s moans and whines were suppressed by the pillow covering his face. The slope of his back made a lovely, inviting arch.
Erling was pleasantly surprised Jude had become more honest and truthful about his needs and desires. Erling went faster, and this angle pushed him deeper than before. It didn't give Jude time to process that the blonde man was savoring it, holding him carefully by the waist and steadying him against his grip, not letting up. Jude’s legs quivered, his body giving out, his mind trying to push through what his body was already telling him: “REST”
Jude’s voice muffled by the pillow covering his face his eyes watered he couldn't keep up with Erling and as Judes voice escaped from the pillow meant to hold back his moans Erling's hand had found its way onto Judes face covering his mouth and his fingers found its way inside of Judes mouth a finger or two slipped in Erling thought for a better grip to keep him steady and breathing. Erling had heard a sudden sound from outside the room. Erling slowed, trying to hear what exactly was happening. It was the sound of some cart rolling in the hallway outside Jude's room, maybe a hotel worker? Erling had put his attention back to Jude.
"Can you breathe, Jude?" He asked, genuinely concerned
As if he hadn't been the reason why he was struggling to breathe, Erling had loosened his grip, his hand traveling to his neck.
"Does it look like it…!?" Jude he huffed; his head turned to the side, his ear flat against the pillow
Jude's body had grown tired. He wanted Erling to look a bit more worn out. Still, it would only end in him taking all the damage, all the aching and slight bruising from his grip, not painful, pleasurable at least. Jude had inflicted some wounds on Erling those scratches on his back and chest a great reminder of Jude’s handiwork. He saw it as a reward, a show for his good work.
"Do it again…J-Just once more…" he pleaded
Erling could see the neediness in his request. Erling couldn't refuse him; he could never say no to those brown eyes. He slowly gave in to the request; how could he deny his sweet Jude?
"Rest, it's late. We can do more in the morning. Rest; it's 2:41 a.m.," he tried bargaining.
Jude knew it was late. He just hadn't got enough, yet he wanted more...
"Just a bit more… please, Erl? I’ll call in sick for today; they won't mind. It's just a day." He whined and moped.
He knew he could always get what he wanted from Erling. I mean, how could he resist looking into those sweet brown eyes, his sweet lips, and that sweet body? Who was he to deny his sweet Jude?