[ Murphy shuts his eyes briefly as Bellamy's mouth makes its journey across his skin, his heart giving a flutter of exhilaration with every brush. He resists the urge to let his hands reach for Bellamy now that they're free, because it's his turn to explore, and Murphy doesn't want to give him all the directions.
He only looks at Bellamy when he feels that unspoken question, and his shoulders shake with silent laughter. ]
Am I supposed to beg?
[ He's already aching with desire, in case Bellamy couldn't tell. When he lay down, he was offering Bellamy everything, and it's increasingly unlikely he'll change his mind. ]
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He only looks at Bellamy when he feels that unspoken question, and his shoulders shake with silent laughter. ]
Am I supposed to beg?
[ He's already aching with desire, in case Bellamy couldn't tell. When he lay down, he was offering Bellamy everything, and it's increasingly unlikely he'll change his mind. ]