It's been real hard sleeping next to you every night. I just wanted to reach out and touch you, just like this, all the time.
[ He briefly catches Bellamy's earlobe with his teeth, giving it a light suck. ]
And that wasn't new. On the Ring, when you were the only one still talking to me... I thought about it. Thought maybe you kept coming 'cause you were thinking about it, too.
[ Given the evidence here... maybe he was. All things considered, though, it's for the best Murphy never made his move there. It's not as if this Bellamy would remember it. No, he's glad it's happening here, now. ]
Shit, Bellamy, since the first time I saw you. That's how long, how much...
[Murphy's mouth on his ear sends a renewed shiver down his spine, but that isn't what really gets him. It's everything Murphy's saying, the realization that he was unaware for so long. It feels like such a waste, and suddenly even the thin fabric between them is almost unbearable. But underneath all that intense, ever-rising arousal is deep, overwhelming affection, steady trust. He lets out a shuddering breath, turning his head to nuzzle against the shadow of stubble along Murphy's jawline.]
I think I was.
[He can't be sure, no, but it's an easy assumption to make. If Murphy wasn't with Emori up on the Ring, when they finally had time to just breathe, why wouldn't he think about it when he thought about it here? He knows exactly why he wouldn't have made the leap and done anything about it, too.
But they're not on the ground, and they're not on the Ring. They're here together, and there's no point thinking about wasted opportunities. Bellamy slides his hands down to grip Murphy's ass, half grinding their hips together.]
[ Murphy smothers a moan into Bellamy's skin. He feels so much all at once, between Bellamy's insistent desire and the affection driving it and this, these greedy hands pulling him closer. There's so much he wants to give Bellamy, too much for one night, and this feels like his only chance.
It isn't, though. Bellamy's been beside him every night for months now. With any luck, they'll have at least a couple more.
It takes all of Murphy's willpower to pull back instead of giving in to the urge to keep rutting up against Bellamy, if only so that he can shove off his boxers. He's back immediately, his mouth pressing heated kisses down Bellamy's chest as he strips him down, too. It's an impatient flurry of movement, long overdue. ]
[That's an amazing sound, and Bellamy's a little disappointed Murphy muffled it. He's about to pull him close, kiss him again, but then Murphy's pulling away to trail kisses down his torso, and Bellamy's breathing goes quick and ragged. He shifts his hips up again, aching for more contact and fighting the instinct to... do something, take the lead somehow. But he's not the one in charge this time, and so he tangles his fingers into Murphy's hair, gripping in an attempt to anchor himself.]
[ Murphy slaps his hands down on Bellamy's hips, holding him steady so that his mouth can continue its journey lower. So many hours spent fantasizing about Bellamy's taut abs, and now he's running his lips over them like he's staking his claim. He takes a moment, resting his forehead against Bellamy's stomach, to catch his breath and appreciate the fingers gripping at his hair. He can feel the urge that Bellamy's suppressing, and soon enough, Murphy will give him the chance.
But right now, it's his turn. Murphy resumes his descent, climbing down until his lips brush up against Bellamy's cock. It sends a jolt of excitement through him, finally arriving someplace he thought he'd never reach. ]
[Now it's Bellamy's turn to moan, a quiet, needy sound. It's barely any contact at all, but he can already imagine Murphy's mouth around him, and his grip tightens involuntarily. He shifts, head tilting up just enough so he can watch, anticipation edging into impatience. Bellamy does his best to suppress that too, even though he knows Murphy can feel all of it. He's being polite.]
[ Murphy's lips quirk in amusement as he feels the hint of that impatience, and the attempt to hide it, and the fingers curling tighter in his hair regardless of the effort. His eyes flick up to meet Bellamy's, holding his gaze.
He takes Bellamy into his mouth. It's an experimental taste at first, tongue gliding against the head of his cock while his lips softly cradle it. But he doesn't torture Bellamy for long, one hand leaving his hip to guide him by the shaft for a better angle. Murphy dips down again, deeper this time, tongue slicking him properly with several luxurious laps. ]
[The empathy bond makes the whole thing near overwhelming. It isn't just Murphy's lips around him, the resulting surge of pleasure or the way Bellamy's heart skips a beat when they lock eyes. It's Murphy's delight and confidence, his mirrored arousal, all those things Bellamy has only ever intuited from sex made suddenly direct and immediate. He fights the urge to roll his hips up, gasping. This might take no effort from Murphy at all.]
[ Murphy fights a smile, but he can't conceal the swell of pride brought on by that reaction. He's not an expert at this, not remotely. He's learning as he goes along. At least he knows he's doing something right, if he can make Bellamy sound like that.
His mouth leaves the head, tongue circling it then working its way down Bellamy's shaft. This would be thrilling even without the feedback, this chance to explore. With the added sensation of Bellamy's pleasure, he feels drunk all over again, his head swimming with sheer adoration. A hum of appreciation leaves his throat, vibrating against Bellamy's skin. Lips tracing the shape of him, he climbs again and takes Bellamy's cock back into his mouth for a light suck. ]
[This is ratcheting up so rapidly, and Murphy's clear adoration mingling with whatever the hell he's doing with his mouth makes the whole thing heady and overwhelming. Bellamy bites his lip in a desperate attempt to keep from getting too loud, but it's hard to keep quiet when his thoughts keep drifting to what Murphy is going to feel when he comes. What will Bellamy feel when their roles are reversed? Somehow that's the thought that catches him, makes him shudder as he squeezes his eyes shut.]
This might not be a great first impression.
[From him he means, and he forces it out, voice ragged and half-joking. Maybe it'll be easier to stretch this out next time, when he hasn't been struggling to keep Murphy out of his head all day and he's prepared for the empathy bond. God, he really hopes there's a next time.]
[ This is the very opposite of a problem. Murphy had been kind of worried he'd suck at this, given his limited experience. When all signs point to the contrary, it only emboldens him. He may not know exactly what Bellamy's thinking, but he can feel what this is doing to him, and it's impossibly hot.
There's no need to hold back. Murphy's own moan is quieted by the load in his mouth, the sound dying in his throat as he takes that cock deeper, his excitement answering Bellamy's like an electrical current passing back and forth between them. Murphy's been just as impatient to taste him. There's no such thing as too fast, if the ravenous lapping of his tongue is any indication. ]
[That rush of confidence from Murphy is more than enough for Bellamy to shut up, his head tipping back. He should have expected Murphy to double down after a comment like that, but it's impossible to prepare for anyway. It feels so fucking good that he can't think about anything else, and then Murphy makes that sound.
That's all it really takes. Bellamy's hips snap up as he comes, his grip on Murphy's hair turning into a pull. For all his worry about being too loud, he cries out anyway, sharp and quiet, his whole body shuddering as he empties into Murphy's mouth. He was wrong about one thing—it's so much more intense than he'd even guessed it would be, and the empathy bond leaves no doubt about that.]
[ Murphy's hold tightens on Bellamy's hip as he feels that climax build, anticipating the thrust just in time to keep from choking on it. Then everything happens all at once: his scalp burning, heat flooding his mouth, and the indescribable rush of Bellamy's pleasure drowning out his own senses. He nearly forgets that he's supposed to be swallowing, but once he remembers, he drinks Bellamy down in greedy gulps, until there's nothing left and he's gasping for air. ]
Oh fuck.
[ That wasn't what he expected, in the best possible way. Shakily, he lets Bellamy's cock slip from his mouth and wipes at his messy lips with the back of his hand. ]
[Bellamy doesn't respond immediately. He's still struggling to catch his breath, still trembling from the rush of it. It's only absently that he lets go of Murphy's hair, his hands settling onto his shoulders instead.
When he can finally think again, he pushes himself upright, reaching for Murphy. He's still so flooded with satisfaction and adoration that his voice comes out low and rough.]
[ Dazed by the echo of Bellamy's affection and his own astonishment at whatever the hell that just was, Murphy looks up at him with a dreamy sort of expression. He picks himself up without a second thought, hooking his arms around Bellamy's shoulders, and touches their foreheads together. He's still trying to catch his breath. The lingering taste of Bellamy on his tongue has him feeling a bit delirious, so real and so far from anything he expected to find in this reality. The stuff of fantasy. ]
[Bellamy settles his hands on Murphy's hips and gives him a gentle tug, urging him into his lap. He's still buzzing with so much emotion and sensation that he needs a second, and so he's content to just stay here for the moment, his forehead against Murphy's. That look on his face sends a renewed rush of affection through Bellamy, and for the millionth time today, he wonders how he could be enough of an idiot to ignore this for so long.
His hand slips up to cup Murphy's cheek, and when he kisses him again, there's still a hunger to it, but it's softer now. Tasting himself on Murphy's lips sends another shiver through him anyway.]
[ Though Murphy feels ready to burst with neglected arousal, he doesn't want to rush a single second of this. The whole picture of it feels like it'll crumble away if he moves too quickly. He crawls onto Bellamy's lap only when he's invited, thighs hugging him at the hip, and lets himself be led into the kiss.
It's painfully tender. He should probably have seen this coming, given what the bond had already done to their relationship, but he still hadn't anticipated quite this much emotion underlying every move they make. It's a bit terrifying to let Bellamy feel the neediness behind his kiss, let alone the raw intensity of his love. Maybe he's too much. There's a good chance. ]
[Bellamy's felt all of it—is still feeling all of it—and hasn't been scared away yet. His own emotions are steadying now, though they're no less intense, and there's no fear there. He can certainly feel Murphy's nerves, though, so when he breaks the kiss he stays right where he is, their foreheads pressed together.
That neediness is another thing altogether. Bellamy let one hand drift down, wrapping around Murphy's cock, his thumb brushing over the head.]
Tell me what you want.
[Bellamy would be perfectly happy to take charge, but something tells him Murphy's enjoying this role reversal, and who is he to deny him?]
[ Murphy's heart skips a beat, fresh heat burning through him as Bellamy takes hold of him. His hips jerk forward, chasing the touch, before he manages to restrain himself. What does he want? There's nothing he doesn't want from Bellamy. ]
Keep touching me.
[ He wants to stay right here for now, settled on Bellamy's lap, close and comfortable. The longer he soaks in Bellamy's feelings for him, the more he's soothed. The only tension left coiled inside him is his desire for release, and he intends to be a little more measured in satisfying it. He doesn't want Bellamy to stop holding him. ]
[Just like he'd thought, it's another thing entirely to experience this after he's finished, when he can focus entirely on Murphy without distractions. That fresh surge of arousal is utterly satisfying in a whole new way, and his lips quirk up when Murphy's hips jerk.
So Bellamy does exactly what he's asked, sliding his hand up Murphy's length in a slow, languid stroke. His head dips down, lips finding the hollow along Murphy's jawline. His teeth scrape softly against his pulse point, and now that that feedback loop effect is a bit less immediate, he's entirely focused on discovering what gets the strongest reaction out of Murphy.]
[ Murphy rolls his head back, baring his throat for Bellamy's exploration, shivering when teeth graze sensitive skin and send electricity down his spine. The very last of his anxiety has vanished into thin air, swept away by Bellamy's hand as it works his cock, fixing all of his attention on his need.
He wants to thrust, to keep chasing, but he fights that impatience. It'll be more satisfying to find out what Bellamy chooses to do with him, now that he's there for the taking. If Bellamy's thought at all about the best way to please him. ]
[It doesn't matter how still he manages to stay. Bellamy can feel that impatience, and it sends a smug rush of satisfaction through him. The truth is, Bellamy hasn't allowed himself to think of this. When he wasn't throwing himself into a million and one responsibilities, even when his thoughts drifted towards Murphy, he cut them off at the pass. It seemed too dangerous, too primed for disaster, especially with the time difference between them.
But now, it seems, there's no point in worrying. It just intensifies the need to puzzle out every inch of Murphy, to memorize every sound and shift he makes. He wants to see how long he can draw this out, how long Murphy's self-control can actually last, so he doesn't pick up the pace. He keeps each stroke of his hand tantalizingly slow, trailing lingering kisses down the hollow of Murphy's throat, fingernails grazing lightly down his back.]
[ Murphy can feel that curiosity, the sense of challenge that keeps Bellamy's ministrations so methodical and torturous. It feels like a game, and Murphy loves it, because he's already won by getting Bellamy to play it with him.
A low moan rumbles in his throat as Bellamy's lips pass over it. He's trying his best to keep quiet, especially after Bellamy's outburst, but he doesn't want to be silent. He wants Bellamy to hear what this is doing to him, because he deserves that wordless praise. He's doing so good.
Murphy's body shakes with the effort of keeping still until he relents, just a little, allowing the slightest rocking of his hips in pace with Bellamy's stroking. ]
[Bellamy doesn't want that silence either—he smiles against Murphy's skin when he moans, already longing to hear it again.]
Afraid someone's going to hear us, Murphy?
[The teasing absolutely makes him a hypocrite, but he doesn't care. The way Murphy is trembling is unimaginably hot, and when his hips start to move, Bellamy rewards him by picking up the pace, his strokes firmer. His teeth return to Murphy's skin, nipping experimentally, waiting for a response, vocal or otherwise.]
[ His answer is edged with another moan, drawn out of him by the acceleration: ]
Are you?
[ An added challenge, for Bellamy to keep working to get these sounds out of him. Murphy certainly isn't the shy one. If Bellamy wants noisy, he can get noisy. Already, his breath's picking up, heavy and heated as the snapping of his hips grows clumsier. It's taking all his self-control to keep from full-on thrusting into Bellamy's hand. ]
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It's been real hard sleeping next to you every night. I just wanted to reach out and touch you, just like this, all the time.
[ He briefly catches Bellamy's earlobe with his teeth, giving it a light suck. ]
And that wasn't new. On the Ring, when you were the only one still talking to me... I thought about it. Thought maybe you kept coming 'cause you were thinking about it, too.
[ Given the evidence here... maybe he was. All things considered, though, it's for the best Murphy never made his move there. It's not as if this Bellamy would remember it. No, he's glad it's happening here, now. ]
Shit, Bellamy, since the first time I saw you. That's how long, how much...
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I think I was.
[He can't be sure, no, but it's an easy assumption to make. If Murphy wasn't with Emori up on the Ring, when they finally had time to just breathe, why wouldn't he think about it when he thought about it here? He knows exactly why he wouldn't have made the leap and done anything about it, too.
But they're not on the ground, and they're not on the Ring. They're here together, and there's no point thinking about wasted opportunities. Bellamy slides his hands down to grip Murphy's ass, half grinding their hips together.]
You gonna show me what I was missing?
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It isn't, though. Bellamy's been beside him every night for months now. With any luck, they'll have at least a couple more.
It takes all of Murphy's willpower to pull back instead of giving in to the urge to keep rutting up against Bellamy, if only so that he can shove off his boxers. He's back immediately, his mouth pressing heated kisses down Bellamy's chest as he strips him down, too. It's an impatient flurry of movement, long overdue. ]
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But right now, it's his turn. Murphy resumes his descent, climbing down until his lips brush up against Bellamy's cock. It sends a jolt of excitement through him, finally arriving someplace he thought he'd never reach. ]
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He takes Bellamy into his mouth. It's an experimental taste at first, tongue gliding against the head of his cock while his lips softly cradle it. But he doesn't torture Bellamy for long, one hand leaving his hip to guide him by the shaft for a better angle. Murphy dips down again, deeper this time, tongue slicking him properly with several luxurious laps. ]
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Fuck, Murphy.
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His mouth leaves the head, tongue circling it then working its way down Bellamy's shaft. This would be thrilling even without the feedback, this chance to explore. With the added sensation of Bellamy's pleasure, he feels drunk all over again, his head swimming with sheer adoration. A hum of appreciation leaves his throat, vibrating against Bellamy's skin. Lips tracing the shape of him, he climbs again and takes Bellamy's cock back into his mouth for a light suck. ]
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This might not be a great first impression.
[From him he means, and he forces it out, voice ragged and half-joking. Maybe it'll be easier to stretch this out next time, when he hasn't been struggling to keep Murphy out of his head all day and he's prepared for the empathy bond. God, he really hopes there's a next time.]
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There's no need to hold back. Murphy's own moan is quieted by the load in his mouth, the sound dying in his throat as he takes that cock deeper, his excitement answering Bellamy's like an electrical current passing back and forth between them. Murphy's been just as impatient to taste him. There's no such thing as too fast, if the ravenous lapping of his tongue is any indication. ]
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That's all it really takes. Bellamy's hips snap up as he comes, his grip on Murphy's hair turning into a pull. For all his worry about being too loud, he cries out anyway, sharp and quiet, his whole body shuddering as he empties into Murphy's mouth. He was wrong about one thing—it's so much more intense than he'd even guessed it would be, and the empathy bond leaves no doubt about that.]
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Oh fuck.
[ That wasn't what he expected, in the best possible way. Shakily, he lets Bellamy's cock slip from his mouth and wipes at his messy lips with the back of his hand. ]
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When he can finally think again, he pushes himself upright, reaching for Murphy. He's still so flooded with satisfaction and adoration that his voice comes out low and rough.]
Come here.
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His hand slips up to cup Murphy's cheek, and when he kisses him again, there's still a hunger to it, but it's softer now. Tasting himself on Murphy's lips sends another shiver through him anyway.]
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It's painfully tender. He should probably have seen this coming, given what the bond had already done to their relationship, but he still hadn't anticipated quite this much emotion underlying every move they make. It's a bit terrifying to let Bellamy feel the neediness behind his kiss, let alone the raw intensity of his love. Maybe he's too much. There's a good chance. ]
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That neediness is another thing altogether. Bellamy let one hand drift down, wrapping around Murphy's cock, his thumb brushing over the head.]
Tell me what you want.
[Bellamy would be perfectly happy to take charge, but something tells him Murphy's enjoying this role reversal, and who is he to deny him?]
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Keep touching me.
[ He wants to stay right here for now, settled on Bellamy's lap, close and comfortable. The longer he soaks in Bellamy's feelings for him, the more he's soothed. The only tension left coiled inside him is his desire for release, and he intends to be a little more measured in satisfying it. He doesn't want Bellamy to stop holding him. ]
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So Bellamy does exactly what he's asked, sliding his hand up Murphy's length in a slow, languid stroke. His head dips down, lips finding the hollow along Murphy's jawline. His teeth scrape softly against his pulse point, and now that that feedback loop effect is a bit less immediate, he's entirely focused on discovering what gets the strongest reaction out of Murphy.]
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[ Murphy rolls his head back, baring his throat for Bellamy's exploration, shivering when teeth graze sensitive skin and send electricity down his spine. The very last of his anxiety has vanished into thin air, swept away by Bellamy's hand as it works his cock, fixing all of his attention on his need.
He wants to thrust, to keep chasing, but he fights that impatience. It'll be more satisfying to find out what Bellamy chooses to do with him, now that he's there for the taking. If Bellamy's thought at all about the best way to please him. ]
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But now, it seems, there's no point in worrying. It just intensifies the need to puzzle out every inch of Murphy, to memorize every sound and shift he makes. He wants to see how long he can draw this out, how long Murphy's self-control can actually last, so he doesn't pick up the pace. He keeps each stroke of his hand tantalizingly slow, trailing lingering kisses down the hollow of Murphy's throat, fingernails grazing lightly down his back.]
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A low moan rumbles in his throat as Bellamy's lips pass over it. He's trying his best to keep quiet, especially after Bellamy's outburst, but he doesn't want to be silent. He wants Bellamy to hear what this is doing to him, because he deserves that wordless praise. He's doing so good.
Murphy's body shakes with the effort of keeping still until he relents, just a little, allowing the slightest rocking of his hips in pace with Bellamy's stroking. ]
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Afraid someone's going to hear us, Murphy?
[The teasing absolutely makes him a hypocrite, but he doesn't care. The way Murphy is trembling is unimaginably hot, and when his hips start to move, Bellamy rewards him by picking up the pace, his strokes firmer. His teeth return to Murphy's skin, nipping experimentally, waiting for a response, vocal or otherwise.]
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Are you?
[ An added challenge, for Bellamy to keep working to get these sounds out of him. Murphy certainly isn't the shy one. If Bellamy wants noisy, he can get noisy. Already, his breath's picking up, heavy and heated as the snapping of his hips grows clumsier. It's taking all his self-control to keep from full-on thrusting into Bellamy's hand. ]
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