[He can feel Murphy's infatuation, is practically dizzy with it, and it's nearly overwhelming the way it mirrors his own. The way Murphy trembles makes his heart skip a beat, and he finally reaches for him, fingers wrapping around his shaft, lips brushing teasingly over the head of his cock. This isn't meant to be torturous—he wants Murphy to feel adored, to lay back and luxuriate in it. Bellamy keeps things slow as he takes Murphy into his mouth, tongue tracing over him, eyes still locked on his face.]
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