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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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[cicatrize]

[ jack feels like the dumb little over-sexual teenager he never really got to be, all raging hormones and cute infatuations. vague anxiety and anticipation and excitement teaming together to prickle along his skin, chewing at his lower lip as he takes in murphy's answer with a gradually widening grin. ]

Good. [ he murmurs, pausing here to drag another kiss from him, loving to soft, full feeling of murphy's lips against his, the brush of scruff against his skin, underneath his thumb as his other hand reaches to cup his face. jack's lips part, sweeping the tip of his tongue against murphy's lower lip, but it quickly occurs that they ought to find somewhere comfortable to do this, away from the door that wade wilson might punt open at any second.

that thought in mind, he reaches behind murphy to turn the lock (it won't keep wade out if wade wants to come up, but it can be the proverbial sock on the door), before pulling back, a hand reaching to tangle with murphy's to tug him away from the door with that same grin in place. ]

Come on. Bed's more comfortable.

[ tugging murphy along by the hand, jack leads him back to his bedroom, sitting down on the edge of it to toe his shoes off and pull murphy in against him, chin tilted up in want to reach his lips again. come here, jerk, kiss him. ]

[mofi]

[ Murphy has never been with a guy before Jack. It wasn't like he never thought about it. Life just never gave him a chance to actually explore his sexuality. Plus, the guys he did explicitly think about? They would have more fun just beating the shit out of him.

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. ]

[cicatrize]

[ jack tends to default to top most of the time he does this, give he's usually the more bossy, demanding party, and usually with strangers that he'll never let this close to him again. Generally, he has a direction in mind before the other person does.

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?

[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. ]