[ Every little thing Bellamy does is so delectable, Murphy can't even really be frustrated by the delay. He's fully absorbed in the sensuality of Bellamy's mouth against his thigh, how strangely cherished it makes him feel. It's more like veneration than torture, to him, and his whole body wants to chase after Bellamy for more.
His legs give a quiver as he suppresses that instinct, his cock less capable of suppressing its demanding throbs. His hands drag across the floor, closer to Bellamy but not yet reaching for him. ]
You have no idea.
[ Well, that's blatantly untrue, between the empathy bond and the physical evidence. But still, he's not sure Bellamy has yet fully grasped the degree of his infatuation. ]
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His legs give a quiver as he suppresses that instinct, his cock less capable of suppressing its demanding throbs. His hands drag across the floor, closer to Bellamy but not yet reaching for him. ]
You have no idea.
[ Well, that's blatantly untrue, between the empathy bond and the physical evidence. But still, he's not sure Bellamy has yet fully grasped the degree of his infatuation. ]
I mean it. Do anything you want.