In This Pain There Is Healing

[John Murphy]

He eased back without resistance. Although he considered it to provoke a rougher interaction, he enjoyed the tender moments just as much. It was uncommon for him to have someone who could offer either with the same affection. He left his temptation unanswered, instead allowing the other to do what he wanted without hindering.

As Bellamy settled on top, Murphy adjusted just enough to accommodate. Moving one leg a little aside while the other rested between Bellamy's. At the break of the kiss, he relinquished his grasp on the older male's hair, withdrawing his arm from around to raise them above him to the bed. Lazing while he enjoyed the attention with a telltale grin revealing a hint of smug contentment. As Bellamy continued, he tilted his head to expose his neck, urging more, the warm touch spurring a faint roll of his hips up to his partner's. Despite his indulgent basking, he couldn't resist for long, the younger male now bringing his arms to wrap around while letting one hand trace the curve of Bellamy's back, before abruptly leaning up and taking the opportunity to bite at his neck.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: John Murphy

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Murphy's accommodation allowed Bellamy to take advantage of the further exposed flesh while doing so at an angle that was comfortable for the both of them. He was all too aware of the lacking clothing and intended to take advantage of that soon enough. Though it became even more obvious when Murphy rolled his hips against Bellamy's, causing the older male to let out a breathy grown at the sensation and ache for his partner that was intensifying. Never had he realized just how desirable Murphy was.

Not until the first they had kissed, thus the first time he realized just how much of a pleasurable experience it was to be with him. Not just physically, but emotionally as well. It made everything stronger, more impactful. He sharply inhaled at the sudden bite against his neck, yet it didn't hurt as much as it caused a surge of pleasure to course through his body. It momentarily distracted Bellamy from his own actions of moving along his neck, though he quickly recovered, still relishing in the gratifying feeling it elicited.

As if that wasn't enough, his hand moving along the bare skin of his back was just the perfect addition. Bellamy's lips moved up the side of Murphy's neck, until pressed against his ear. "That your way of telling me you wanna be on top?" He teased him. He adjusted his hand to move between them, falling to Murphy's center to take hold of his member, slowly gliding his hand across it in an upward motion and then moving back down. "Cause you can try," he taunted, in a lower voice than his naturally low tone, nipping John's earlobe when finished speaking.

[John Murphy]

The sound that had followed his upward roll of hips had him grinning in the bite and wider still as he drew back. The suggestion alone posed by the other worked to excite him more. The idea of winning the top spot over Bellamy kindled his competitive side, the need to prove he could even if it was entirely in a lighthearted way. It wasn't merely the seduction of a challenge but of claiming Bellamy. Sure he already had him, but reclaiming, again and again even, was enticing.  

The curling of Bellamy's hand around him followed by an achingly slow movement halted any immediate attempt to take the other up on his subtle dare, the touch drawing a soft breath of appreciation as Murphy's mouth fell open a little. He could easily stay right there and enjoy the other's actions should he continue, letting him do the work for now. Until Bellamy's more direct provocation renewed his intention to try to flip their positions. Still, he refrained for the moment, instead slipping his hand down between to counter with a grasp around Bellamy, mirroring the lazy movement as he offered an unruffled light shrug. "Maybe I already got you right where I want you. Doing exactly what I want..." A smirk appeared midway through his words.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: John Murphy

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy enjoyed watching Murphy's reaction to his own. It was reassuring, comforting even to see that Bellamy was capable of granting him pleasure, not just pain that his past actions -- and inactions -- had inflicted on the younger male. He knew he had a lot of making up to do, and he would never forgive himself for all that every delinquent especially had to go through. But he wasn't overly dwelling on that right now. Even less so when Murphy's own hand wrapped around him to match his movements. It made Bellamy heavily exhale at the pleasure of his touch, his chest slightly heaving from the glorious sensation of his skillful handing moving over him.

It encouraged the older male's actions, taking his time to appreciate John's sensitive region, growing more and more firm. "Is that so?" Bellamy teased in return, his lips capturing his partner's in a deep, hungry kiss. His free hand fell between them, taking hold of Murphy's wrist and pulling it from his actions -- despite his immense enjoyment of his attentions. He pressed it against the bed, next to his head. Though his grip was not overly tight. Part of Bellamy was all too aware of Murphy's traumatic past. The torture and captivity he had suffered and in that, did not want to trigger the darker response by overly constraining him. His grip on his hand was firm enough, but not to overplay dominance.

Just . . . enough for it to hopefully remain enjoyable. Or playfully competitive even. His lips moved from Murphy's, moving lower down the front of his neck, caressing his bare chest in a series of kisses that created a path lower and lower on Murphy's body. The position forced him to release Murphy's hand and instead, moved to rest on his hips, his hand otherwise stroking him easing to a halt. Bellamy's lips took the place of it though, gliding along his manhood until he reached the tip, taking only a bit of him between his lips as if to tease him rather than give any immediate relief. Withdrawing, he did so only long enough to return the tease. "Or maybe I do," he taunted, referring to having him right where he wanted him before he took him into his mouth again, this time a little deeper and more purposeful as he worked his member.

[John Murphy]

The increasingly firm hold around him was quickly swelling his arousal to the point that he could no longer hold in a quiet moan in delight. While his plans to launch an attack for the top receded once more, the sensation below persuading him to stay put a while longer. He hummed against Bellamy's lips in response to other's question, the kiss now working in tandem with the motion of his partner's hand to sway him even more into staying exactly where he was, with no desire to move just yet. The tug on his wrist however was met with a little defiance, the younger male absently biting at Bellamy's lower lip as if adding to the playful fight. Soon he ceased to let the other do what he wished, resuming the fervent kiss with a flick of his tongue to Bellamy's.

It was with a flicker of distant panic that he felt his arm pinned to the bed, but the feeling vanished in a moment, merely an instinctive response now, etched in place since they landed on the ground. There was no threat now and the brief concern having only been a flash of a thought was gone, the absence brought about by the same person who had pressed him to the bed. Trust didn't come about easily for Murphy, but such a rapid ease out of potential alarm showed just that. Evidently, he trusted Bellamy to hold him there and mean no harm, to know precisely the right way. The subtilties of how hard to grasp, how hard to press, seemed to come so naturally to the other, as Murphy had never had to say so. It came as part of the extraordinary connection that had somehow formed between them over time. 

A complaint once the kiss was ended was hushed before he voiced it, as he watched intently while Bellamy traveled downwards, a grin growing the further down the other moved. He left his arm now freed above his head, mesmerized by his partner, by his mouth as it roamed lower still. Another soft gasp of breath escaped once lips took place of the other's hand, Murphy biting down on his own lip to mute the sound, still trying to show some semblance of control. It didn't last, his mouth falling open with a moan much louder than he intended as Bellamy's lips closed over him, unable to resist raising his hips eager to go deeper, with both hands reaching down to grasp a handful of Bellamy's hair.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: John Murphy

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Each action, each sound served as further encouragement for Bellamy. That reinforcement that he was enjoying his actions was . . . well, it provided a comfort to Bellamy as well. Though Murphy was the priority right now, Bellamy couldn't deny that twinge of his own pleasure he felt over knowing how much his partner enjoyed actions that he was carrying out. They say it was better to give than to receive and well, Bellamy couldn't quite disagree. Cause this felt pretty damn good. With the previous nip of his lip, the soft moan . . . well, it was the start of what Bellamy wanted to hear and feel from Murphy. When his mouth closed over him, that was when he knew the younger male was starting to truly experience the build up to that bliss. And Bellamy sure as hell wanted to take him there.

His hips pushing upward pushed him further into Bellamy's mouth which he easily accommodating. John's grip in his hair and most of all . . . the sounds that fell from his lips. It was like sweet music that Bellamy could hear over and over again. And wanted to push Murphy to make, as much as he could before his inevitable release. Because that, was the objective here. A muffled, breathy groan fell from Bellamy amidst his actions, sucking Murphy more and more as he took him deeper into his mouth, his tongue gliding over him as he moved in a repeated action, creating a steady rhythm.

His hand gripped the sac of skin, gently massaging it in his palm. He had initially thought to tease Murphy a bit more, but he was too far along right now and well, what kind of partner would Bellamy be if he left his lover unfulfilled. Because he had no intention of stopping until he reached that point of euphoric bliss. The thought made Bellamy carefully pick up pace, letting it build, moving deeper, more purposefully, clenching his mouth around him for the maximum impact he could give. His free hand moved to his upper thigh, moving along the skin as he stroked it while occupying every other part of him as productively as he could.

[John Murphy]

The ease with which Bellamy accepted the push up urged another roll of his hips in excitement until he settled back to the bed, letting Bellamy do the work in which he was by far excelling. This was one of the things Murphy loved, the attentive enthusiasm and undeniable skill with which his partner went about pleasing him. It always left him craving more, even times when he was spent, times when drifting into sleep still catching his breath, he would be hoping for more. 

The groan from Bellamy had him shuddering as the vibration of the sound heightened the sensitivity, his hands abandoning the older male's hair to grip the sheets either side of him. Palms pressing flat to the bed only to grasp a hold of the fabric once again, tugging at it as every touch along with the continued attention of Bellamy's mouth began to elicit more movement from Murphy as they went on. A faint arch of his back, a tilt of his head as he squeezed his eyes shut in the midst of ecstasy, only to swiftly refocus on Bellamy. And how he loved to watch, to study the rise and dip as his partner's mouth left a slick trail. 

Occasionally in these moments his mind would swing back to their first days on the ground. To when he would hear a moan or the gasped name of their leader, as the other delinquents did too from time to time. While others would grin in some admiration or at least acceptance of Bellamy's conquests, Murphy would be averse. It was an irritation, an annoyance and he hadn't known why. Hadn't cared either to think past that. Even now there was a reluctance to think about it, but the hint of a notion stubbornly remained that now he had Bellamy. Not them. 

He was swiftly nearing now, one hand remaining grasping the sheet while he reached with the other to resume his hold on Bellamy's hair, after a run through with his fingers. Some form of appreciation and reward. Now he tugged, just a little and involuntarily. Control long gone as his hips bucked up for more, breath hitching between each moan.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: John Murphy

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy felt more than saw Murphy's altered position. His hands left his hair and the slight shift in the bed indicated that he had found something else to occupy them. Bellamy didn't look. With his eyes closed, he was able to remain completely focused on the task at hand. Once glance at his partner often made him distracted. For he noticed more about him ever since entering their relationship than ever before. The detail of his features, the pull of attraction . . . the man encompassed a desirability that Bellamy had never quite experienced to this extent. It was a sort of beauty that was inner and out, now that they had gotten to know each other on a deeper level.

It made the physical intimacy so much more incredible too. With his lost vision, all other senses were heightened. Taste, touch, smell . . . everything. Bellamy's own chest heaved with anticipation, feeling the throbbing of Murphy's member indicating that he was close to his release. His body was one that Bellamy wanted to learn, to explore, to remain highly in tune with so words were not needed when giving the younger male what he wanted and how he liked it. It was kind of exploration that Bellamy immensely enjoyed, one that allowed him to pleasure his companion and well, Murphy was always damn good at returning the favor.

Bellamy's grip on him slightly tightened in the areas his hands were occupied with massaging and stroking. His hips pushing upward caused another breathy, stifled groan of pleasure from Bellamy at the thrust within his mouth. It wasn't long after that that the taste intensified, and he felt -- and tasted -- his release explode within his mouth. Bellamy slowly withdrew him from his lips, though glided his tongue along John's length and over the tip before doing the same to the other end. His lips touched along Murphy's inner thigh in a series of kisses, using the opportunity to catch his breath.

His presence between Murphy's legs lingered, furthering the aftermath of his actions before he moved back up to align his head over Murphy's once more. His mouth hovered over his, a smug smile playing on Bellamy's lips as he breathed against Murphy before capturing his lips, allowing him to taste himself on them. Eventually, he turned to his side, lying on his back next to John though his body was turned a little toward him, including his head. He just took the time to study Murphy's face, wanting to memorize the expression during the aftermath of euphoria. Bellamy's breathing was heavy, his heart racing from the intensity of their actions. It was perfect, to see Murphy look so content. He moved his hand over his partner's chest, sliding over his bare skin in a soothing manner before casually resting over his heart, feeling the quickened beating of it.

[John Murphy]

Every little touch was like a spark on his skin, hips tilting up one last time as he reached with an uninhibited moan that faded out into a stuttering breath as he rode it out. Still the sensation continued with every path of Bellamy's tongue as the other prolonged the feeling. Murphy's fingers lingered tangled tightly in Bellamy's hair while his partner went about placing kisses to his thigh, sending the occasional shiver along his body as he was still regaining some composure. Not that he cared, he could happily lay there all night with such considerate company. 

Finally, he surrendered his grasp on Bellamy's hair as the other began to move up, despite a moment's thought to request he stay there, even if just for the lighthearted pretense of demanding it. He met the other's gaze with a grin, holding it as their lips met to offer a taste which even now added to the arousal still coursing through him as it waned, breathlessly welcoming the kiss. Bellamy's hand on his chest was an instant comfort. It wasn't that he needed one, but the simple touch as he caught his breath felt almost like an anchor. Being held onto in some small way gave the moments another dimension of intimacy.

A minute or so more and he rolled his head towards to meet Bellamy's gaze with a sly grin. "Told you I had you where I wanted you." A soft huff of laughter as he let his eyes close for a few seconds only to fix his attention once again on Bellamy, reaching across between the other's legs to grasp a hold.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: John Murphy

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy couldn't help but smirk in return at Murphy's own words, the competitiveness hardly diminishing and well, Bellamy was fine with it. He enjoyed that playful dynamic that the two had seemed to create with such ease. After so much tension between them in the past, their emotions were now channeled into this relationship they shared and . . . well, it was almost as if they hadn't experienced all the bad. Yet in some way, it brought them closer together at the same time. Bellamy couldn't explain it, nor did he dwell on it. He only focused on the now, ensuring he never took Murphy for granted. That he never took what they had for granted. Life was short, especially down here, and he didn't want to waste a moment with the man that had captured his heart and soul.

"Likewise, Murphy," he teased him, not letting him have the victory . . . not that this was a win win situation, but it was fun to encourage that competition. When Murphy reached out between Bellamy's legs to take hold of him, Bellamy closed his eyes, taking in a long deep breath at the sensation before slowly exhaling. He slowly opened his eyes, looking at John through heavy lids, glazed over with all he was making him feel. What he always made him feel. "That the best you can do?" He said teasing, using what strength he possessed to keep himself composed. "Thought you were more creative than that," he further playfully teased, the amused expression reinforcing his words of pure taunting. A not so subtle challenge to the younger male. And hell, Bellamy could only feel anticipation for how he would respond to it.

[John Murphy]

He kept his focus on Bellamy as the other closed his eyes, admiring, a smile curving his lips once his partner met his gaze again. A gaze that hooked him every time, another thing that had always existed on Murphy's part at least from the very beginning. Something about the look in Bellamy's big brown eyes often had him reluctant to turn away. In case he might miss something? Who knew what it was? These days he didn't care, he could look without reserve. Although perhaps he always had.

Even so, the mischievous questioning of his creativity had him turning his gaze away now, though only in shared amusement, the younger male letting go and moving his hand away. "Fine. You got a complaint, you can always take it up with the door." He attempted to tame a grin as he pushed to sit up, scooting back a little while nudging the the pillows along to lean back against the wall. Casting a glance to the door and back to Bellamy, his smile became a little more apparent as he nodded for the other to move closer to him. "C'mere."

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: John Murphy

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy watched Murphy's amused expression at his words of challenge. He felt the immediate deprivation when Murphy moved his hand from between his legs, having to take a few moments to recover from the loss of his touch. Though his words quickly distracted him. He could tell by his face and hear in the tone of his voice that he didn't actually mean it. Though it was particularly humorous considering who's apartment they were at. Murphy's unfiltered words were just one of the many, many things that Bellamy found highly attractive about the male. Truth was, Bellamy had no intention of going anywhere. Leaving a partner in the middle of the night had never been something he'd liked doing.

On the Ark, he often was forced to, feeling uncomfortable leaving Octavia for the night. But on the Ground, he had preferred his partner to spend the night with him, holding them in the aftermath of their coupling. And with Murphy . . . well, especially with Murphy did Bellamy prefer to spend the entire night with him, even if it was just to sleep. He didn't move when he altered his position, sitting upright with his back against the head board, It wasn't until his words of prompting that Bellamy began to shift to join him.

He too positioned himself upright, matched with John, as he lightly kissed his shoulder in the process before resting his head against the hard surface that his back was against too. "You can't get rid of me that easily," Bellamy finally retorted. He of course knew that when space was needed between them, they would take it. But so far, Bellamy had not felt the need for significant space between the two of them. He always liked it better when Murphy was near than when he wasn't. And at night, when everything was calm and they were able to enjoy each other's company in the closed walls of their quarters . . . well, it was what he most looked forward to each and every day.

[John Murphy]

Murphy studied the other as he moved, a phantom of a grin still playing at his lips as Bellamy adjusted to sit beside him, eyes drifting over his partner's body as he moved. As they often did. Unabashedly so at the moment, and although obviously with the difference of being clothed, occasionally he would cast a suggestive and lingering glance over Bellamy out in public. Choosing inopportune moments and usually when someone else's focus was on the other. Whether it be when he was talking to someone supposedly important, or delegating something to someone else. Murphy would do his best to catch Bellamy's eye and attempt to throw him off with a wicked grin as he looked him over, a glance too long at a certain area or at times, even a vaguely obscene gesture.  

Once the other was settled Murphy gave a faint pop of his brows at the comment. "No? I'll just have to think of something else... the water didn't work either." Another smirk as he drew out the teasing regarding kicking Bellamy out. Of course, it was abundantly clear the very opposite was wanted. He sat simply watching his partner at first, finally offering a slight look of mock annoyance. "Bellamy... " A pause to sigh for effect before he went on. "I said come here." Upon uttering the last word he pointed with both hands to his own mouth, where that grin was threatening to reappear as he spoke.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: John Murphy

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy couldn't help but scoff with amusement at Murphy's attempt to find a way to get him out, toying with the notion of thinking of something as his words as well as the water didn't work. The amused expression of his face indicated that this was all in good fun of course, hence the reason Bellamy was too willing to accept whatever Murphy planned to throw at him. That playful banter was fun more than anything else. As neither of them were passive individuals. No. The teasing and taunting was just a part of who they were, and something easy and fun to engage in with each other.

Bellamy wasn't one who had often been able to smile . . . but with Murphy, it felt so damn easy to do so. He looked toward the younger male when he elaborated his intial words, telling him to come here and gesturing to his mouth. Bellamy wore the same amused gleam in his eyes as he began to shift his position yet again. He leaned toward Murphy, seemingly complying with his words, drawing closer as if to kiss him.

When their lips were hardly an inch apart, Bellamy tongue ran over his own lips rather than Murphy's in an almost teasing manner, hovering over him before, the silence building before he spoke. "No," he said smugly before drawing back and resuming his previous position of sitting upright with his head against the wall. His lips curved into a bit of a cheeky smile as he casually lay against the surface. "It's about time you put some work in," he continued to tease. "Unless of course I tired you out already." A further joke meant to provoke, his tone and look a clear reflection of that.

[John Murphy]

Murphy almost leaned forward when Bellamy paused the approach, almost. That is until the other's tongue running over his lips snatched Murphy's attention, momentarily throwing him off although the verbal refusal snapped him right back to the issue at hand. No? How dare he? It was met yet again with the mutual joy of poking fun. He considered stealing a kiss anyway, but Bellamy had readjusted before he could commit. 

"Look at you all pleased with yourself. You're not going to play along? All right... " Now it was his turn to lean over, or at least begin to, turning part way towards the other with all the indication that he was about to perhaps climb onto his lap or maybe finally steal that kiss. Instead he paused, just as Bellamy had, although not as close, eyeing him in silence at first and pretty smug about whatever he was about to say. "So, you're saying you don't want to come... " He paused to glance down, trailing a fingertip along Bellamy's member, from base to tip. "... here?" Adding the last word just as he brought the fingertip to his mouth, where he let it touch his tongue.
 With that he gave a shrug, the smugness rolling off him now as he turned back to lounge against the wall. "Don't say I never offer you anything."

Tag: Bellamy Blake