[This is all he wants, feeling Murphy relaxing, that mounting heat. Bellamy trails his lips downward, inch by inch, still taking his time. He releases Murphy's wrists, hands gripping his hips instead, pausing for a moment before unbuttoning Murphy's pants. Bellamy slips his waistband down an inch or two, mouth fitting against the swell of his hipbone. Then he finally peeks up, as though asking permission.]
[ 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. ]
[ Said with total affection and accompanied by a flash of heightened arousal. It hadn't occurred to him that he might ever enjoy begging Bellamy for anything, and yet... ]
Come on.
[ Murphy's fingers curl, claws hooked for useless purchase against the floor. He's being good, resisting the need to grab at Bellamy, even though he's so hard it hurts. His next words are breathless: ]
Please. Okay? I want you so bad. I want you so bad, I'll let you do anything to me. Just do something.
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ An obscene sound rushes past Murphy's lips, equal parts relief and amazement. It may never stop being a surprise to him that Bellamy is really with him, after everything, and the sheer intimacy of Bellamy's mouth on the head of his cock is overwhelming on a level that would be impossible to notice without the bond. It makes him feel safe, to be laid out so vulnerably and to be rewarded with tenderness, to be cared for in such a physically tangible way.
He can only hold Bellamy's gaze for a moment before rolling his head back and shutting his eyes. It's a perfect image to hold onto, Bellamy paying worship to him with the plush softness of his mouth, and now Murphy wants to focus on the sensations. ]
[Even without the empathy bond, that noise would be enough for Bellamy, but on top of everything else, it sets his heart racing. Just seeing Murphy like this, knowing how safe he feels, is more than enough.
The next best thing would be sussing out what works on Murphy, how he can get another noise like that out of him. Bellamy wraps his fingers around Murphy's shaft, picks up an unhurried rhythm with his hand and his mouth, letting the empathy bond guide his pace.]
[ It feels like a dream, the warmth of Bellamy's mouth taking him in, the diligent massage of his hand working him up. Murphy immediately forgets he's supposed to be holding back, his fingers sliding through Bellamy's hair, urging him to keep going. Like that. ]
That's so good...
[ Of course, Bellamy could have no idea what he's doing and Murphy would be reveling in it anyway. The concept is the most erotic part, all this attention focused on pleasing him. It's just his luck (or the grace of their empathy bond) that Bellamy knows exactly how to do it. ]
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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. ]
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Might be nice.
[He tugs the waistband of Murphy's jeans down over his hips, but doesn't move otherwise. Bellamy loves seeing him like this, so relaxed and content.]
Sounds like a challenge to me.
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[ Said with total affection and accompanied by a flash of heightened arousal. It hadn't occurred to him that he might ever enjoy begging Bellamy for anything, and yet... ]
Come on.
[ Murphy's fingers curl, claws hooked for useless purchase against the floor. He's being good, resisting the need to grab at Bellamy, even though he's so hard it hurts. His next words are breathless: ]
Please. Okay? I want you so bad. I want you so bad, I'll let you do anything to me. Just do something.
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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.]
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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.
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He can only hold Bellamy's gaze for a moment before rolling his head back and shutting his eyes. It's a perfect image to hold onto, Bellamy paying worship to him with the plush softness of his mouth, and now Murphy wants to focus on the sensations. ]
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The next best thing would be sussing out what works on Murphy, how he can get another noise like that out of him. Bellamy wraps his fingers around Murphy's shaft, picks up an unhurried rhythm with his hand and his mouth, letting the empathy bond guide his pace.]
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That's so good...
[ Of course, Bellamy could have no idea what he's doing and Murphy would be reveling in it anyway. The concept is the most erotic part, all this attention focused on pleasing him. It's just his luck (or the grace of their empathy bond) that Bellamy knows exactly how to do it. ]