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hey, this is murphy. i didn't pick up because i don't want to talk to you.
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hey, this is murphy. i didn't pick up because i don't want to talk to you.
hey, this is murphy. i didn't pick up because i don't want to talk to you.
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So Murphy has never made an actual attempt beside being a shameless flirt, not before any of this. There was just something about Jack that put Murphy more at ease. It was easier to let him see this other side of Murphy that he really didn't know much about either.
That is both exciting and terrifying.
Murphy goes on autopilot, hands resting on Jack's hips to pull him closer. His nose is pressed up against the side of Jack's, mouth opened just enough to be inviting. Tilts his head so his lips can chase after Jack's. When he feels the absence of lips on his own, Murphy opens his eyes, not even realizing they had been closed. ]
The bedroom, right. [ Whoops. Murphy forget they were making out in the living room. Murphy gets tugged, doesn't give Jack any resistance. Instinctively, Murphy slides his fingers between Jack's. Murphy toes his boots off the moment they both step into Jack's room. Toe to heel, heel to toe. Murphy is bootless by the time Jack drags him down into bed.
Bent legs rest at either side of Jack who is still sitting on the edge of the bed. He cups Jack's cheeks, pulls him closer so Murphy can catch him in a kiss.
So, yeah, Murphy is straddling Jack. ]
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Even when he's feeling like having someone inside him, most encounters start out like this - jack assuming control, guiding, leading - and ends with him riding them more often than not, still controlling the play of it. On the rare, rare occasion, he'll let someone else do the work, still with hands on their thighs, dragging them into him, or huffing out commands next to their ear.
So he thinks nothing of it when he pulls Murphy into his lap. But, there's still plenty of time before pegs go in slots for that arrangment to shift. In the meantime, Jack's hands find Murphy's hips, tugging him in against him close and snug, flush against his chest, meeting Murphy's lips, his own parting to pull him in again. Head tilted to lick deeper inside him, there's something somehow lewd in the way his tongue glides against his. A low, rumbled hum sounds from Jack's chest, clear pleased with this outcome.
Murphy still feels tense in a way, anxious or shy, so, as much as jack would like to grip his ass and tug him to flip him onto the mattress, he holds out on it for now. Instead, a hand slips under the hem of Murphy's shirt, settling at the small of his back, and the other hooks around the back of his neck, careful not to grip, before brushing over the back of his head.
For a long, long several minutes, Jack's content just doing this - kissing him, feeling the silky slide of his lips, the coarse scratch of his beard. Hands roaming over his back, chest, arms and face leisurely, but nothing too alarming as of yet. Eventually, something like ten minute in (he's guessing, hell if he knows), jack pulls back enough he can see murphy's eyes. ]
You good?
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Gently, Murphy rocks himself against Jack as though he was trying to get closer to him. He knows Jack is taking things slow. Murphy tries not to think about that because maybe Jack will get bored of this, bored of making out with him. But the sounds rumbling through Jack’s chest at least gives him some relief.
Fingertips are ghosting up the sides of Jack’s arms, up until fingers are able to comb through Jack’s hair. Nails scraping over his scalp.
A soft breath of air leaves his lips when Jack parts from the kiss. Slowly, Murphy inhales and nods his head at Jack’s question. ] Yeah. [ He huffs out a chuckle from his chest. ] I'm good if you're good.
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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. ]
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Better than good is really good. [ That's what Murphy wants to hear. That everything is good and that it's better than good. He gets a little confidence in knowing that Jack is just as thrilled as he is.
The motion felt effortless and smooth which isn't a surprise to Murphy because he knows this isn't the first time Jack's done this. So, a moment later, and his back is resting against Jack's mattress and he's staring up at Jack. His lips are parting at the subtle inclination that Jack's about to duck down for another kiss. Murphy's giving him open-mouthed kisses, peppers them on his lips, the corners of his mouth. But Jack is quick, catches his lips with Murphy's, keeps him still for a moment or two.
A soft noise bubbles in the back of Murphy's throat because Jack grinds it out of him. He responds in kind, lifting his hips, rubbing his dick along Jack's. Fully clothed or not, it still felt hella good. ]
We're just making out and you got my dick hard. [ His voice is muffled against Jack's lips, mouth slants into a lopsided smirk. He bumps his hips up again, takes Jack by the hips and guides him over Murphy's dick. ]