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Post by John Murphy on Mar 11, 2016 6:28:34 GMT
The grip on his hair was an encouragement, again done with the perfect balance of restriction and enthusiasm. So too was the upward thrust of his partner's hips, a further testament to the pleasure, welcomed and accommodated by Murphy. As his lips traveled up, he cast a glance to Bellamy once the other male began to moan, only to let his eyes close as he continued to coax him to his peak.
When the other finally reached, sooner rather than later, Murphy stayed put as his partner rode it out, enjoying the taste along with every slight vibration rippling from the other. With the grasp in his hair soon loosened, he pulled back with a quick swallow and slid back down. Twice more before he pulled away, lifting his head and with an absent wipe at the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, fixed his gaze on Bellamy.
He began to push himself up a little, more than content to watch a while longer, until Bellamy tugged him to lay on top, Murphy happily obliging the adjustment. Still propped up just enough to study his partner, he did just that. Attentive to the gratifying recovery, the gradual steadying breaths, along with the awareness of the gentle thump of the other's heartbeat against him with their chests pressed together as they were. All the while, the calming trail of Bellamy's hand along his back encouraging a bloom of warmth at the intimacy of it all. The kiss sparked a flourish of emotion as Murphy reciprocated, his fingers weaving into Bellamy's hair once again to now settle there, as if it were another small claim on the other.
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Post by John Murphy on Mar 11, 2016 4:53:09 GMT
A laugh escaped once Bellamy forced Murphy's hand to engage in the action, offering no resistance to it just yet, but no assistance either. The effect of their reciprocal battle to win the game was exhilirating. One which they'd played often and with similar enjoyment of the competition. The rivalry somehow worked to bring them closer, both physically and emotionally. While it strengthened the bond that had formed between them as each playful grin and gesture built on trust and affection.
Still, Murphy let Bellamy do the work, even if the other was using his hand to do it. Instead content to amuse himself with the situation a little longer, making no effort to hide the fact. Finally, he took over. Edging back a short distance, enough to move one hand, having released himself now, down between Bellamy's legs to palm and play. Stealing the lead from Bellamy with his other hand and now picking up the pace himself.
Bellamy already being close meant if Murphy intended to draw out the teasing he would have to act on it quickly. Watching his partner's growing excitement began to sway him from it, wanting now to see the other satisfied, to feel it. He was quick to withdraw both hands, abruptly sliding down and nudging Bellamy's legs apart to give him space to settle between. He couldn't help a brief look of mischief as if he were about to retreat again, but a moment later his mouth was closing around his partner's member, tongue once circling the crown before resuming the pace. Quickly bobbing with a few slower slides down as far as he could go in hopes of pushing Bellamy over the edge, and keeping up the movement once he was finally rewarded with a taste.
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Post by John Murphy on Mar 10, 2016 5:20:05 GMT
The response was a delight to watch, there was no doubt. The parting of Bellamy's lips as he inhaled at the touch, still a little wet from when he had run his tongue over them only moments ago. Another small but captivating thing to see and one not limited to private quarters, but a habit of Bellamy's that Murphy loved to catch. Perhaps even before he would admit it to himself.
The abrupt push forward once Bellamy had grabbed from behind stirred his excitement even more, heat coiling low in his stomach when a groan escaped the other followed by thrust. The sound, the grab, the movement, all prompting a little more motion from him in return as he offered a slight grind of his hips in a bid for more friction. All while doing his best to offer minimal sound in return, as difficult as it was considering who he was with and the position they were in.
Now he thought to press his lips to his partner's, but it felt he would be conceding too much defeat, too quickly, the thrill of challenging each other still tugging at him. On the other hand, perhaps it would help. Murphy leaned in, first to run his tongue between his partner's lips, tracing the path of Bellamy's own tongue, and pressed their mouths in a somewhat aggressive kiss. The contact above was accompanied with a brief tightening of his hand around them both below, only for both to be neglected as Murphy leaned back, his hand curling only around his own member now as he resumed his earlier pace with a pop of his brows.
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Post by John Murphy on Mar 10, 2016 3:47:05 GMT
Murphy had, without any real thought on it, expected a mildly irritated comeback, but when Bellamy didn't respond with one, he cast a sidelong glance to the other. Too worn out to really think much of it, he subconsciously collected it with the other changes in Bellamy, subtle but significant as they were as far as he could tell. The former 'leader of the delinquents' was different. Not wholly, but just in certain ways that Murphy couldn't quite pin down just yet. Little intricacies of character shifted a touch out of place as if they'd been disturbed somehow. In other ways, it was the same Bellamy he'd known before he left who stood beside him.
At Bellamy's comment he gave a quiet snort of amusement that confirmed he wasn't going back to medical, absently holding his injured arm closer to himself before he let it fall to his side. "Do you know how much whining goes on in there?" He was lying, or rather speculating. He hadn't heard anything from the other people resting while he'd been in there. The remark was offered in place of the truth, being that he didn't want to be a patient for longer than necessary. Bellamy's offer to take him to his room threw him for a second, having forgotten the exchange prior to him passing out, but it quickly came back to him now. It was still an odd thing to hear from the other. Murphy was glad of the following option, regardless of how serious Bellamy was about it. Being led to a room sounded like he would be packed away to continue his recovery. He didn't want to sleep any more just yet and in some small way he craved some company, although he had no idea if Bellamy would be sticking around. Murphy wasn't even sure why he would want his company but he hadn't seen anyone else, and in truth, just how many choices did he have even if he had? Still, he opened up the other's cue to leave for him, should he want to take it. "I'll stick around here a while, if I can find a space..." He gave a faint grin as he wandered further into the empty Hangar.
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Post by John Murphy on Mar 10, 2016 2:44:07 GMT
He thought Clarke didn't sound too hopeful about that chance either, although he figured she would know better than he did as she appeared to know this place well. Murphy followed her lead, occasionally casting a swift glance behind them as they made their way along, though he still couldn't see clearly from his one eye thanks to Titus. Now the guards were in view, his attention settled on them as they talked. They were as yet oblivious to their presence, and he willed it to stay that way.
Despite them heading past and quickly along the tunnel without being spotted, Murphy didn't feel any ease this time, feeling they were now trapped between two dangers without any other exit in sight. And who might they meet in the tunnel? Regardless, he trusted Clarke to choose the best way, given her familiarity with this place, and it was looking like it was exactly that for now. He couldn't help another glance behind them once Clarke spoke up, as if they might be heard, but soon offered a reply. "Arkadia? What the hell is that?" He hinted a frown as he questioned, although he figured it was something linked to the Ark. Had they set up another camp since he'd left? Last he knew the sky people's base was Camp Jaha. He remarked on her next comment before she had chance to answer his first question, surprised she had been away from the others for so long. "You left? I'm guessing you weren't kicked out... were you?" He cast a quick glance over her, wondering if perhaps she had done something to make them banish her. He couldn't imagine that happening. If it had, it would need to have been something significant. He had more to ask but he paused to let her explain.
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Post by John Murphy on Mar 10, 2016 2:06:24 GMT
Murphy suspected the effect his words and actions had on the other, or at least he hoped they had done as he intended and frustrated Bellamy even just a little. He enjoyed it, perhaps too much at times but it was always in affectionate fun, the older male more than able to counter his teasing, as Murphy expected him to do now. He would welcome it and possibily retaliate once again, for as long as he could.
He breathed a quiet laugh at Bellamy's comment on offering more, ready to speak up and tell him to go right ahead if that was the case, but his partner's hand was around him before he managed the retort. The firm grasp and subsequent speed of movement had any clever comeback catching in Murphy's throat for now, a sharp intake of breath at the abrupt attention while he was still somewhat sensitive from the fun they'd already had. Once he had begun to reach a point where he found himself beginning to grab with one hand at the sheet on the far side of them, Bellamy halted. To Murphy's displeasure, made clear with the brief glare he offered his partner, though it swiftly faded when the motion was resumed.
Now his gaze wandered from Bellamy down to watch the other's skillful hand working him, the effect evident in Murphy's gasps as the other eventually brought him close yet again, only to abandon entirely this time. He couldn't hide a huff of irritation at the ceasing touch, eyeing his partner with a narrowed gaze as the other settled back down. Tilting his head back to the wall Murphy let his eyes close a moment, taking the time to compose. Just a second or two longer to claw back some control. Soon enough rolled his head to the side to focus on Bellamy. "Since you can't seem to finish the job. Is your arm hurting?" A grasp at himself and he was resuming where Bellamy left off, though at a slower pace, a stare fixed on his partner as he watched him with that familiar smirk.
He drew it out just a little to claim some satisfaction of revenge, but he knew thanks to Bellamy, he was already too excited to hang around for too long. Withdrawing his hand he moved now to take the position he had silently suggested earlier, turning to face Bellamy as he straddled his lap with a slow rub of himself against before he curled his hand around both of them in a loose hold.
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Post by John Murphy on Mar 10, 2016 0:24:38 GMT
When Clarke stilled at his words, Murphy thought he'd triggered some kind of negative response. At worst, he feared she might break down, out here instead of back in the room they'd escaped, just as bad an event anywhere within these walls. At best, she might admonish him for using the term, he thought. Back before they'd parted ways it seemed to be a nickname she wasn't fond of, although perhaps it was more tolerated when spoken by some. He had not been one of them. Even so, he had said it this time with no ill feeling, no bitterness. It was now simply a name by which he addressed her, without any of the previous provocation to annoy.
The hug was a shock with no other way to describe it, and he froze at the touch. Clarke Griffin hugging him? Not only that but a thank you to accompany the gesture. Perhaps this was a side effect of her grieving, her emotions no doubt muddled and volatile. With no time for him to offer any delayed response she had stepped back, Murphy now having a chance to look at her again and catching the sincerity in her gaze. Maybe she had meant it. There was no spare moment to consider it, their freedom being the focus right now as he assisted her into the elevator shaft, following close behind. Once they'd made the climb he jumped down beside her, scanning around them for any immediate attack that might come their way. Out came one of the blades he had grabbed when Clarke reminded him of who they would likely face down here. A confrontation he was not looking forward to, particularly when he considered the skill with which Titus had put him on the ground as he'd tried to fight him. That was one, now there would be two or three and probably bigger than his torturer had been. "Any chance they're taking a break?" He knew how unlikely that was, the question rhetoric, but there was still a small hope. "All right... " He looked to Clarke now, tightening his hand around the handle of his blade. "Ready when you are."
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Post by John Murphy on Mar 9, 2016 5:26:46 GMT
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."
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Post by John Murphy on Mar 9, 2016 4:50:21 GMT
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.
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Post by John Murphy on Mar 9, 2016 4:02:50 GMT
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."
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Post by John Murphy on Mar 9, 2016 3:22:00 GMT
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.
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Post by John Murphy on Mar 9, 2016 2:20:52 GMT
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.
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Post by John Murphy on Mar 9, 2016 1:24:43 GMT
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.
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Post by John Murphy on Mar 9, 2016 0:24:00 GMT
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.
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Post by John Murphy on Mar 8, 2016 23:44:14 GMT
Once he'd passed out, Murphy's sleep was thankfully dreamless, and mostly he lay undisturbed other than the occasional unconscious movement when a member of the medical team came by to check on him. It was needed, the peaceful rest of sorts, even if it was more that his body was simply exhausted and now at the point of forced recovery, lest he decline any further.
Regardless, he woke with a slight start, with no apparent reason he could discern, but he remained lying on the medical bay bed while he recalled where he was. It took only a few seconds for the recollection of his return to enlighten him, and bring with it both relief and an uneasy feeling that he was still in danger. A lack of belonging. His parting comment to Bellamy before he'd fallen asleep was lost somewhere in the haze of his mind, but it had been true. He had nowhere else for the moment, but he would still leave if he really had to go.
Eventually, he pushed to sit up, his body still aching and weak but more revived than he felt earlier. The IV had been removed from his arm but still hung near the bed emptied. He had no idea of the state of his face but he noted his torn jacket had been removed and several cuts on his body and along his arms appeared to have been tended to and cleaned up. A deeper wound on his left arm now covered with a bandage.
With nobody currently around in the medbay other than sleeping patients, Murphy ventured out, unsteady on his legs at first but soon adequately making his way cautiously around. The layout of the camp seemed more organized than the last time he'd been here, he wasn't even sure how long ago that had been. At least the place hadn't been laid to waste by grounders yet. Unless it had and they'd miraculously recovered to rebuild. Murphy doubted that. Now he stood in some area he'd discovered and still nobody was around. It must be late, he figured, or perhaps it was this way all the time. While peering around, Murphy hadn't heard the older male approach, casting a glance towards once the other spoke up to explain, Murphy breathing a quiet sound of amusement as he looked around once more. "Clever... looks like a real lively place."
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