[He didn't think Murphy would, and fresh heat rushes through him.]
Anything, huh?
[Bellamy does do something—slides Murphy's pants lower, enough to press slow, lazy kisses along his inner thigh. He's not going to be able to torture Murphy too much longer, considering his own impatience, but a second or two... He can manage that.]
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Anything, huh?
[Bellamy does do something—slides Murphy's pants lower, enough to press slow, lazy kisses along his inner thigh. He's not going to be able to torture Murphy too much longer, considering his own impatience, but a second or two... He can manage that.]