[ Oh, he has, Bellamy. And, for the most part, Murphy has hated himself for it. Even now, he's made himself vulnerable. Their past has been a rocky one and Murphy knows he probably shouldn't be wanting Bellamy this much. Right now, though? None of that matters, All of those worries are shuffled back into the back of his mind. ]
It's just too bad Clarke made you strip for us right away [ ,Murphy murmurs onto Bellamy's lips. Bellamy tastes so good on his lips and Murphy is starting to wish that maybe they should have gone to his place. There could still be time for that, but Murphy is going to take whatever Bellamy is willing to give him right now.
Bellamy's nails are grazing over his scalp and sending little hums of electricity under his skin. ]
Maybe you'll hear that sound again. [ Murphy promises. His hands have dropped from Bellamy's cheeks, they're wandering between their bodies. Murphy's curious just how hard and how big his dick is so an open palm skims down to cup the bulge that he's starting to feel on his thigh. ]
It's probably a good thing that happened. Who knows, I might have got hard if you sat any longer... [ Especially if Murphy had insisted on wriggling his ass on him.
If they'd gone back to Murphy's place, Bellamy would have been tempted to go all the way with him. But out in the open they're limited on what they can and can't do, and right now all Bellamy is offering him is this, or nothing. He's sure Murphy will be happy with some mutual jerking off over nothing. ]
Comparing? [ Bellamy jokes when Murphy cops a feel of him, getting harder by every passing second. He keeps a hand in Murphy's hair and tugs it slightly, while his other hand starts to unbutton his friend's pants. He pulls down the zipper and slips his palm inside, touching his cock through his underwear to start with - which should feel a lot more satisfying than being touched through his pants now there's one less layer, but he knows Murphy will want more. ]
[ Murphy considers Bellamy for a moment and nods his head in agreement. While it was a shame that Murphy needed to sit his ass elsewhere, Bellamy repaid them all with his little striptease act. Bellamy had hungry eyes on him the entire night, two of which were Murphy's.
This boy has no shame. ]
I'd rank it a nine out of ten. [ He murmurs, voice crackles when Murphy speaks in these soft bedroom tones. ]
Comparing? [ Murphy lets out a soft, huffed out a chuckle. ] God no, I already know you've got a bigger dick than I do. I just want to know how big and how thick.
[ The tug on his hair makes his head jerk back some, just enough to have Murphy's attention. His breath hitches when Murphy feels the warmth of Bellamy's hand on his dick. There's just the thin material of his boxers that blocking that skin-on-skin contact. Slowly Murphy follows Bellamy's lead (who's surprised), fingers slowly work at the button on Bellamy's pants, and then the zipper.
Once there's room enough for a hand, Murphy dips his hand down, slips beneath the elastic waistband of his underwear and holds Bellamy by the root his cock. ] Ah, just as I expected.
[ He's flattered by the nine, but he still wants a ten. The only way Bellamy thinks he can change that score is by letting Murphy feel his cock inside him - but not tonight.
(He will get a ten from Murphy, though. He's making that into a goal.)
He's actually surprised Murphy is the first to go under the waistband out of the two of them, humming out a pleased sound. He mirrors Murphy's actions by taking hold of his friend's cock as well, pulling it out of his underwear so it's lined up alongside his own, handled by Murphy. It's kind of a beautiful sight, their pricks side by side in each other's safe hands. ]
I wanted to make this about you... [ He hadn't planned on letting Murphy touch him, but now it's becoming a joint effort. ] We can still make this about you. You don't have to give me anything back...
[ But his eyes say he doesn't want Murphy's hand to go anywhere except along the length of him. ]
[ Murphy knows what he's doing, partly, when he gave Bellamy a nine. Now it's something to work for, pulling a ten out of Murphy. The smirk on Murphy's face is unwavering.
Bellamy isn't the only was surprised at such a bold move, Murphy is the one to grab a bare, fleshy and hard cock first; it even surprises himself. ]
Who said this isn't about me anymore[ , Murphy whispers, voice low and crackly. Gently Murphy squeezes Bellamy at his shaft, letting him know that his hand isn't going to go anywhere anytime soon. He's watching Bellamy, looks right back at him into his brown eyes. They're a warm brown when Murphy's this close to Bellamy because, from far away, they look almost look like charcoals. ]
I want to do this [ , Murphy says as he gives Bellamy a slow stroke down length of his cock. ]
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It's just too bad Clarke made you strip for us right away [ ,Murphy murmurs onto Bellamy's lips. Bellamy tastes so good on his lips and Murphy is starting to wish that maybe they should have gone to his place. There could still be time for that, but Murphy is going to take whatever Bellamy is willing to give him right now.
Bellamy's nails are grazing over his scalp and sending little hums of electricity under his skin. ]
Maybe you'll hear that sound again. [ Murphy promises. His hands have dropped from Bellamy's cheeks, they're wandering between their bodies. Murphy's curious just how hard and how big his dick is so an open palm skims down to cup the bulge that he's starting to feel on his thigh. ]
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If they'd gone back to Murphy's place, Bellamy would have been tempted to go all the way with him. But out in the open they're limited on what they can and can't do, and right now all Bellamy is offering him is this, or nothing. He's sure Murphy will be happy with some mutual jerking off over nothing. ]
Comparing? [ Bellamy jokes when Murphy cops a feel of him, getting harder by every passing second. He keeps a hand in Murphy's hair and tugs it slightly, while his other hand starts to unbutton his friend's pants. He pulls down the zipper and slips his palm inside, touching his cock through his underwear to start with - which should feel a lot more satisfying than being touched through his pants now there's one less layer, but he knows Murphy will want more. ]
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This boy has no shame. ]
I'd rank it a nine out of ten. [ He murmurs, voice crackles when Murphy speaks in these soft bedroom tones. ]
Comparing? [ Murphy lets out a soft, huffed out a chuckle. ] God no, I already know you've got a bigger dick than I do. I just want to know how big and how thick.
[ The tug on his hair makes his head jerk back some, just enough to have Murphy's attention. His breath hitches when Murphy feels the warmth of Bellamy's hand on his dick. There's just the thin material of his boxers that blocking that skin-on-skin contact. Slowly Murphy follows Bellamy's lead (who's surprised), fingers slowly work at the button on Bellamy's pants, and then the zipper.
Once there's room enough for a hand, Murphy dips his hand down, slips beneath the elastic waistband of his underwear and holds Bellamy by the root his cock. ] Ah, just as I expected.
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(He will get a ten from Murphy, though. He's making that into a goal.)
He's actually surprised Murphy is the first to go under the waistband out of the two of them, humming out a pleased sound. He mirrors Murphy's actions by taking hold of his friend's cock as well, pulling it out of his underwear so it's lined up alongside his own, handled by Murphy. It's kind of a beautiful sight, their pricks side by side in each other's safe hands. ]
I wanted to make this about you... [ He hadn't planned on letting Murphy touch him, but now it's becoming a joint effort. ] We can still make this about you. You don't have to give me anything back...
[ But his eyes say he doesn't want Murphy's hand to go anywhere except along the length of him. ]
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Bellamy isn't the only was surprised at such a bold move, Murphy is the one to grab a bare, fleshy and hard cock first; it even surprises himself. ]
Who said this isn't about me anymore[ , Murphy whispers, voice low and crackly. Gently Murphy squeezes Bellamy at his shaft, letting him know that his hand isn't going to go anywhere anytime soon. He's watching Bellamy, looks right back at him into his brown eyes. They're a warm brown when Murphy's this close to Bellamy because, from far away, they look almost look like charcoals. ]
I want to do this [ , Murphy says as he gives Bellamy a slow stroke down length of his cock. ]