I Get Jealous

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: John Murphy

i'm  writing

MY OWN DAMN STORY

Each sound that left Murphy's lips further encouraged the older male, sending a thrill through him. A satisfaction and almost privileged feeling at knowing that his actions -- their relations -- were what caused the sounds of enjoyment to escape Murphy's lips. Voluntarily or not. A faint smirk formed on the guardsman's face, only minimal due to the pleasure consuming him from their actions. From the way their bodies were joined; feeling as if they were one. "Since when do you care about virtues?" Bellamy rhetorically questioned with affectionate teasing. The ability to tease, while engaged in such activities was not something taken for granted by Bellamy.

After all the two had been through -- together and seperately -- to be able to reach this stage of comfort and closeness was . . . well, it felt pretty damn good. Bellamy kissed along Murphy's shoulder, continuing to nip the skin there while one hand slid under him, slipping between Murphy and the bed to take hold of his partner's member. Gripping it firmy while he thrust his hips into Murphy once again, his hand simultaneously moving over his length. A heavy exhalation of pleasure emitted from Bellamy, any groans of pleasure muffled by the contact of his lips and teeth against Murphy's skin. Instead, he just pushed into him again, moving with care, while offering more actions to help his partner find the bliss of release.

[John Murphy]

With Bellamy's mouth pressed to his skin, Murphy let his eyes close once more, a grin again widening at his lips as he savored the feeling of his partner's body warm against his own, the way they curved and fit together as if made for one another. Though parts of their violent history were etched out on each other's skin, it seemed every touch could shape something new. That they should have this ease between them along with everything else that made up their relationship, so newly confirmed but long running in one form or another, felt right. To share such times with a mutual comfort found in each other, albeit entwined with a heated hunger as it was at this moment, the reality of it strange and natural both at once. But it was undeniable.

With a soft chuckle he spoke up to reply. "I care about a few of... " Cut off as Bellamy pushed in once again, the close of the sentence replaced by a breathy moan, drawn out by the other's hand so skillfully gliding over him in front along with the thrust. In an effort to invite more freedom of movement, a fractional tilt of hips was all he could offer in the position. But another thrust spurred Murphy to try to move again, arms braced to the bed to give even the slightest leverage as he carefully pressed his hips back to Bellamy. Such a small movement, without possibility to offer any more just yet, but it was enough. The slight push deeper, no matter how small, sending a fresh wave of arousal to build on what was already there, along with an encouragement for more motion from Bellamy.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: John Murphy

i'm  writing

MY OWN DAMN STORY

Bellamy couldn't deny that he felt a smug sense of pride and satisfaction at being able to silence Murphy . . . or well at least cause his words to cut off. It made a warmth spread through him, in addition to the heat already prompted by their intimate actions. Because, it reassured him that this wasn't one sided. Despite Bellamy's presumed confidence, he held insecurities about being cared for by another. Never feeling he deserved it.

So words, actions, or any small indication that he could be cared about . . . that he could be loved, were never things the older male took for granted. But now was not the time to bring that to focus. He was far too preoccupied with their joined bodies. With the way Murphy's hardened member felt in the palm of Bellamy's hand as he continued to grip it. A slight smirk touched Bellamy's features, muted only by the intensity of all he was feeling. The irony. Murphy tended to unleash emotion from Bellamy. Previously it had been a fury of anger . . . now it was a fury of passion. This one was of course much preferred, and felt a hell of a lot better.

"Guess I finally found a way to shut you up," Bellamy teased, knowing that he often tossed the 'shut up' phrase Murphy's way. Bellamy's hand continued to move over Murphy, though gliding over him slowly, building the moment, almost teasing him with it. Murphy's push against him caused Bellamy to let out a short sound of pleasure, trying to compose himself but not feeling unafraid or judged at the involuntary sound. He groaned with pleasure, his chest heaving, wanting -- needing -- more. Bellamy pushed into Murphy again, unable to hold back.

He lowered his head, his teeth grazing his shoulder, nipping the skin once more if only to mute his own sounds. The front of his body was pressed against Murphy's warm back, as Bellamy pushed his hips forward again. Carefully picking up the pace in which he inserted himself into his partner, simultaneously, his hand quickened its pace over his member, stroking his length while pushing his own inside of John. His strained breathing only causing the older male to keep his mouth pressed against Murphy's skin, his actions become quicker, more purposeful as he felt himself throbbing, signaling his closeness to release.

[John Murphy]

Bellamy's comment coaxed another mischievous grin as he cast a glance over his shoulder to the older man. "Oh, you want me to keep quiet? Alright, I can do that... won't make a sound... " Easier teased than done considering Bellamy was still pushing in while keeping up the attention with his hand around front. But it was more than that. The very notion of this contact alone would have been enough to stir up that welcome twist and turn of warmth in Murphy's core, making the actual physicality of it almost overwhelming in the most enticing way. Still, his words were a playful challenge.

One in which he was already struggling to claim a win as Bellamy picked up the pace, every thrust and stroke taxing Murphy's control, so that his stubborn resolve to stay quiet was unravelling before he could really give it a chance. Not that he wouldn't enjoy the failure regardless, inevitable now that he'd been brought so close to the edge with every caress of hands and mouth that had led to this point. A hitching breath escaped but he held on a while longer to the silence, save a few quieter breaths as the sensations continued to build towards their goal, he denied any moans to break free.

With the slightest adjustment he brought one arm down to reach back for Bellamy, fingers skimming the top of his partner's thigh and up to trail the curve of his rear, before he settled with a grasp at the other man's hip. A squeeze as if to urge him on, though it was clear Bellamy needed no encouragement, he gave it anyway with a gentle pull towards. Unexpected, a flicker of the events that had occurred between them several days prior lit his thoughts. The argument, the hostility, the woman. Although the memory of it all had him tightening his grasp on Bellamy's hip with a near possessive enthusiasm, another grin tugged at Murphy's lips as he basked in the knowledge that the rousing motion of his partner inside him, the press of his body and heat of his mouth were all his in this moment. And given their commitment, indefinitely.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: John Murphy

i'm  writing

MY OWN DAMN STORY

Bellamy could have sworn his heart skip a beat at that sly grin Murphy cast his way . . . or perhaps it caused his heart to beat harder in anticipation. It was an expression Murphy wore often. Early on, upon their first landing, it was once a look that left Bellamy uncertain as to what Murphy was thinking. Prompting slight distrust, knowing that the man was a wild card. But it didn't take long for him to recognize his loyalty; the developed trust that grew between them. Only to be betrayed by a poor decision on Bellamy's part. But now, he could see the expression and hell, he found it almost endearing. Eager to learn what would come next; accepting the challenge to counter Murphy's own accepted one. Right now however, he doubted he had the right frame of mind to strike back at Murphy.

Bellamy was too close to his release, the throbbing indicating just how close he was. But he didn't fail to notice the silence from his partner, save for the hitched breathing . . . a sign, albeit a muted one. Murphy wasn't one who was too vocal, at least in forming words when it came to their armorous activities. Bellamy would one day try to push him over the edge enough to draw it from him. Somehow. But for now, he was content in granting his partner the temporary victory. After all, in this current state, given their current positions . . . there really was no loser. Burying his head against the crook of Murphy's neck, his breathing intensified feeling the younger male squeeze his skin, the incredible sensation shooting through Bellamy, further igniting his already close growing state. His grip tightened on Murphy's member, moving faster, harder, tighter. His own thrusts pushing into him deeper and more purposefully.

It was all getting to be too much, his groans of pleasure only somewhat muted with his lips pressed against Murphy's skin. His partner's touch against him was such an incredible sensation, that if Bellamy could form words, he would only encourage him to grip him tighter. But there was no opportunity for it, as with one final deep push forward met with a breathy grunt, Bellamy found his release. His shoulders relaxed above Murphy, his hand continuing to work him with the hopes that he could push Murphy to that same peak, that same state of euphoria that the older male was currently basking in. Unable to talk or form any coherent words, he just heavily breathed, kissing along Murphy's neck to the back of his shoulder in tender touches to further enjoy the aftermath of their actions.

[John Murphy]

Murphy dipped his head once again as Bellamy buried his own against his neck, the other's breath on his skin sending a new ripple of warmth through his body, heightened still with the purposeful rocking of Bellamy's hips into him. The lack of retort or quip from the other was no surprise, and Murphy didn't care to tease him any further, his thoughts now dizzying as he neared with no other goal than the release that was now achingly within reach. 

His attempts at not breaking his playfully stubborn silence floundered with the final deep thrust that drove Bellamy over the edge, a breathless moan now escaping Murphy's lips, though muffled and quickly hushed as he pressed his mouth against his own arm. His other hand still grasped at the other man's hip even as the movement there ceased, while that of Bellamy's fingers curled around him continued to pull him closer and closer to elation. If he could prolong such a sensation he would still struggle to do so, the imminent reward so thrilling that his hips attempted to move despite the constraints of the position, desperate to push into his partner's hand. There was no need, with the perfect slide of Bellamy's grasp finally bringing Murphy to the brink and over. A heavy moan of pleasure escaping, in spite of any fading will to keep quiet.

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: John Murphy

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy didn't have to wait lock to feel Murphy's release pour onto his hand. The warm liquid seeping out of him so damn glorious. Not to mention the moan that fell from Murphy's lips, music to Bellamy's ears. Unwavering determination to somehow, draw more out of him . . . vocally. Perhaps only because Murphy refused to do it. That was enough to ignite a challenge; adding a component of playful competition to their budding relationship.

They did after all, mercilessly tease each other. It was one of the many things he thoroughly enjoyed about being with Murphy. Especially now, decided that they would be starting a . . . relationship. A committed one. Maybe that was what made their coupling feel so much more incredible. Not wanting to release his hold on Murphy's cock just yet,

Bellamy rode out his orgasm, continuing to stroke him until he felt the last drops of his release. The feeling of being inside of him, engulfing his leg in his entrance was so wonderful. Tempted to remain, but with his decreasing size, and the need to hold his partner, he finally conceded. Rolling onto his side with a heavy breath, Bellamy collapsed next to Murphy, on his back, looking at the beautiful male next to him. A smile crept onto Bellamy's lips, watching the expression on Murphy's face as they could both bask in the euphoric aftermath.

"You feel so good," he began to say, his free hand moving to Murphy's hair, running his fingers through his locks. Bellamy's other hand moved to his own mouth, running his tongue over the palm of his hand that was covered in Murphy's come. A quiet moan of delight escaping him as he drank in the taste of it. "You taste so good," he said, continuing the pattern of their words.

To offer some understanding of their legitimacy, Bellamy moved his finger to Murphy's lips, gently placing it between his lips, running his finger on the inside of the younger male's lip so that he could taste him. "And you sound so good," he finally finished, a tease based on their earlier conversation about shutting him up and Murphy accepting the challenge. "But . . . I'm pretty sure you can sound better," he added on, the same playfulness in his statement as he continued to gaze at his partner, an amused gleam in his eyes.

[John Murphy]

Each stroke from Bellamy's hand as he rode out the high lit every nerve, just as he thought his bliss had been topped, the other man kindled more, with Murphy's hips absently rolling to the man's touch as his climax finally ebbed and Bellamy withdrew. He lingered where he was for a moment or two more. Head resting on his arm as he steadied himself, mind and body, and finally eased onto his side to face Bellamy. Now with the ecstasy of the act fading to its more-than-pleasureable aftermath, his gaze followed the path of Bellamy's hand as the other brought it to his lips. The run of tongue to taste Murphy enthralling, resparking his lust despite the fact he was spent.

There was something almost possessive in the feeling, from Murphy's side at least, that Bellamy was tasting him, as if the act was the gratifying conclusion of everything that had led them here. A confirmation wrapped in one lewd lick, even if Bellamy might have done it anyway without such pretext, Murphy enjoyed the implication regardless. If only in his own thoughts.

His breath had begun to steady as Bellamy's finger dipped to offer him a taste too, Murphy's lips already curving to a soft grin at the tease-tainted remark. A flick of his tongue to the other man's fingertip and he caught it between his teeth, the grin broadening as he applied a little pressure before letting go and tilting his head enough to free it from his mouth. "... Shut up." He chased his response with a faint huff in amusement, still eyeing Bellamy with that lazy smirk.

Bellamy Blake