im going to make it as lenient as i possibly can theres obviously going to be some boundaries cos there has to be im not going to treat you like a servant
what? u can have sex with whoever the hell u want and idk more like shit to do while were in public so assholes dont think were fucking with the system
yeah im not going to force you to eat something you dont want to eat. fine, walk beside me and if i do say something you dont agree with in public keep your mouth shut until we're somewhere more private or we can come up with a gesture if ur upset or uncomfortable
Would I still be touching you if I didn't want to keep going?
[ Murphy knows him well enough to know when Bellamy doesn't want to do something. But right now his expression is nothing but curious, even excited as to where this could go and the potential it has to be enjoyable, if the kiss is anything to go by.
He tuts as Murphy's boldness but doesn't stop the fingers sneaking under his shirt to feel skin. ] I'm not taking my shirt off out here, just so you know. [ There will be no repeat of his strip show the other day for Murphy, at least not today.
But he does walk Murphy backwards until his back is against the nearest wall and Bellamy is pressing against his front, his body warm and solid against Murphy. He feels the outline of Murphy's cock through his pants and thinks, yeah, I can work with this, before leaning in for another kiss, a lot less gentle than the last. ]
[ a low groan sounds as murphy sucks at his tongue, rocks his hips against him, and jack's fingers curl in the fabric of murphy's shirt, because oh, that's so nice. slow and soft and sweet, unhurried. they aren't words that would normally describe either one of them, but for now, it's soothing. murphy nods, assures him they're on the same page, and jack smiles warm. ]
Better than good.
[ his nose bumps against murphy's playfully, and he locks their lips again, but after a second or so, jack's wrapping his arm around murphy's waist, and hauling him up and over. it's a quick, smooth shift that finds murphy with his back to the mattress, and jack hovered over him, still between his legs, lowering his weight down carefully, not wanting to break the kiss.
on his hands, then on his elbows, and as his hips settle against murphy's underneath him, they grind down against him. firm, but not intensely, but there enough it's easy to feel the form of his dick, half hard beneath.
if murphy seems good with that, his chest goes down too, a hand pushing up into his hair, and the other sneaking up understand murphy's shirt, smoothing up along his side and again, gripping his hip. ]
Maybe I just wanted to hear you say that [, Murphy lazily drawls, voice low and crackly. ]
You don't need to take your shirt off anyway. [ He shrugs his shoulders, very nonchalant like; it was very Muphy like.
When it came to Bellamy, Murphy likes to push. Most of the time Murphy did things just to get some type of reaction out of him. This time isn't any different than any other time, even still, Murphy lets Bellamy guide him so that his back was flush against the wall.
A soft breath escapes between his slightly parted lips. Murphy is already half hard and he starts to wonder just how turned on Bellamy is. His head tilts this time when Bellamy dips his head down for another kiss. Murphy's hands are out from beneath his shirt so he can cup Bellamy's cheeks onto his palms. ]
[ It seems like Murphy has been thinking about this for a lot longer than he has. Bellamy had only started entertaining ideas of experimenting with Murphy since... well, since Raven told him how good her experiences were with him. (Well, she'd only told him about the choking incident, but he can tell from her smile when he sees her after he knows she's spent time with Murphy that he's been satisfying her.)
He's probably half as half-hard as Murphy (so only a bit), but it won't take him long to catch up, especially with Murphy fondling his ass. ]
I kinda liked when you were sat on my lap that day I stripped. [ He confesses between kisses. ] And when you made that noise when I did this... [ He reaches up with his hand, threading his fingers into Murphy's hair. He was high off his ass at the time, so maybe he won't make it again. ]
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