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[mofi]

hey, this is murphy. i didn't pick up because i don't want to talk to you.

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[mofi]

[ Murphy makes a soft sound when Jack pulls him in close, closing in whatever little space they had between each other. He breathes in Jack when they lock lips. Mouth open and inviting, sucking on Jack’s tongue.

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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[ 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. ]

[mofi]

[ There's always something nice with being playful and unserious. It's when two people have found a comfort with the other. Softly, Murphy chuckles with soft puffs of air. ]

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. ]