[He's rewarded with a renewed wave of lazy heat as their hips grind together. Whatever discomfort or anxiety Bellamy had left is fading fast, crowded out by the softness of Murphy's lips on his and the press of their bodies together.
When they break for air, Bellamy murmurs softly against Murphy's mouth.]
no subject
When they break for air, Bellamy murmurs softly against Murphy's mouth.]
Bed?
[Or here? He's not picky.]