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strawberry-metal · 4 years ago

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First unmasking post, from an rp with @kazekothestrange not the whole rp, just from a drama filled portion of it. Not posting the whole rp because its way too long lol. Happens not too long after the flesh bud is pulled out of Kakyoin, Avdol left for the Kujo library so he wasn’t present when all this went down.

Shanna and Jotaro have been friends for about three months now and have dealt with about three stand user attempts on their lives (not counting Kakyoin), and not yet knowing why. They’ve both saved eachother’s lives at this point. Shanna didn’t understand why Jotaro wouldn’t leave his jail cell, and he refused to come out even when she begged him to, yet when she wasn’t there, he left for Kazeko, Avdol, and Joseph. Not knowing what went down, she can’t help but feel angry and proceeds to take it out on everyone around her. The punk felt like she finally found someone who cared about her, and understood her. But she feels like the delinquent may be toying around with her feelings now.

Jealously...is an ugly emotion.

Contains Rose and Shanna when their relationship was destroyed due to fighting for years over who would get to be the next head of their family. Also contains small references to how Shanna was the year prior to meeting Jotaro.

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Rose: *wetting a washrag in the kitchen, she plans to clean up the blood from Kakyoin's wound due to the flesh bud removal. She'll leave the rest to Holly* ...I can feel you glaring at me you know.

Shanna: I'm not glaring. This is just my face.

Rose: I don't recall your eyebrows always being so furrowed. In fact, you've been like this all day. Is it because of Kakyoin-san? Do you still not trust him, even after what we just learned?

Shanna: *she exhales* That's not it, just forget about it. ...He just had something pulled from his brain. You think hes going to be ok? What about any possible brain damage?

Rose: Well, I'm no nurse but...well, you know how Star Platinum works better than me, so you should already know the answer, yes? *wringing out the rag, she passes by her sister to head back to the room the others are in*

Shanna: ....Tch! If I really did I wouldn't be asking, asshole... *she follows after her sister*

Kakyoin: *sighing, he lowers his head into his hands, fingers tangling in his bloody hair* I'm so ashamed... how could I have let this happen to me?

Joseph: It's fine, son. *he reaches over and pats the redhead's back* You couldn't have known what was going to happen.

Kazeko: *she reenters the room with Holly, carrying the tea* We're back. *she smiles gently, setting the tray down*

Rose: *she comes in around the same time* We are too. Though Shanna didn't actually do anything.

Shanna: You're annoying. If you have something to say, say it.

Holly: Ah... girls, let's not fight, alright? We're all a little worked up after what just happened.

Shanna: ....*she sighs, not wanting to make herself look bad in front of Holly* Yeah... sorry.

Holly: *she closes her eyes in a smile, showing her appreciation*

Rose: *she kneels down in front of the redhead, tapping his shoulder* Lift your head up. You're going to get blood everywhere.

Shanna: /Dammit Rose, at least ask if hes ok first!/

Kakyoin: Ah- ... *he raises his head, his hands bloodied* R-right... I'm sorry.

Joseph: Kaz, when she's done-

Kazeko: Y-Yes, of course. *but for now, she distances herself, letting the younger brunette work*

Jotaro: ... *he quietly watches all this from the side, looking over to Shanna after a moment and holding out his hand*

Rose: Now look, you got your hands messy now too. *she cleans up his hands first before moving to his forehead, gently cleaning the wound with practiced motions* Let's take care of this quickly. It'd be a shame to keep such a face so bloody.

Holly: Oh my! Are you flirting already Rose?

Rose: *her eyebrow twitches as if in annoyance and she closes her eyes* I am not. I am merely stating facts.

Shanna: *she definitely notices his offer, but she refuses him and instead leans her back against the lining of the screen door, folding her arms across her chest and watching the others*

Kakyoin: *his heart does a tiny flutter, which he does his best to dismiss as his cheeks flush a pale red* Th... thank you.

Joseph: *he can't help but snicker a little at this. cute.*

Jotaro: *the delinquent keeps his eye on her for a minute, then slowly lowers his hand. any other time, he'd just go over to her, but she doesn't look in any mood for that*

Kazeko: *she can definitely feel the tension in the room generated by the two sisters, and subtly gravitates towards her old friend*

Shanna: *her gaze falls on the shorter woman when she starts moving to Joseph, and her eyes sharpen, as if shes angry at her for something. But what???*

Kazeko: *her eyes widen, eyebrows upturning as she shrinks back further in silence, averting her eyes. but maybe that's what made her glare in the first place...? so she tentatively steps forward again, rooted in place*

Joseph: *he raises an eyebrow, and gives the young punk a sharp look of his own* Something wrong?

Jotaro: Oi, JiJi-

Kakyoin: ... *he lowers his head a bit again. he can't help but feel like this was his fault*

Shanna: Don't act all tough old man, I've won street fights against guys your size. *she huffs at her bangs* Besides, I wasn't even doing anything. /But damn do you and this chick piss me off. Jotaro didn't leave the jail for me. He left for you, her, and that other guy. What the fuck do YOU guys have that I don't!? Why did he choose YOU old fucks!?/

Holly: *shes sensing the tension returning* U-Um, Rose-chan! Are you about done?

Rose: Yes, if he'll quit moving.

Kakyoin: Gomen nasai... *he murmurs softly, trying not to even be heard*

Joseph: Then why are you glaring at us? ... you wouldn't be thinking 'you piss me off', would you?

Jotaro: *his eyes move back and forth between his grandfather and his best friend... why is she so angry?*

Shanna: *she moves from her position, placing a hand on her hip and raising her head up, a shadow casting over her eyes* And so what if I am? You want to fight? I'll take you both on!

Holly: A-Ahh, papa, Shanna-chan, please let's-

Joseph: You think I can't hold my own-!!

Rose: STOP FIGHTING!!!

Shanna: -!! *shes snapped out of it as soon as Joseph is, Rose hardly ever, if almost never, yells like this*

Kazeko: *she folds her hands and looks over at Rose, shocked. She's been so quiet and composed the whole time they've been here, until now*

Jotaro: ... /Shit.../

Rose: *she stands up, casting a glare at Joseph to drop it, then turning to face her sister* Would you just stop it already!? You've been picking a fight with everyone today! You want to be treated like an adult? Then stop acting so immature! You're acting just like you did when Le-

Shanna: DON'T FUCKING SAY HIS NAME!!

Rose: *she freezes up, she was pissed, yes, but she shouldn't of even brought HIM up in the first place* I...I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't of referenced him...but my point still stands. You've been doing nothing but show everyone attitude! You're picking a fight with his grandfather for crying out loud!

Shanna: *Her pupils dilate and she raises her hand up, bringing it down, intending to slap her sister as hard as she can, but she stops herself at the last second*

Rose: *she flinches, even covering her face in defense*

Shanna: ....I hate you so damn much. *she lowers her hand* You're always like this. You never talk to me. You never try to understand what's wrong. All you ever do is scold me but let everyone else off. You always have to make yourself look so damn good for everyone, yeah? You want that position in the family so bad??

Rose: Sha-

Shanna: You always were everyone's little princess. *she scoffs and with that, she leaves the room, leaving her sister standing there in silence*

Kazeko: *as soon as Shanna leaves the room, she releases her held breath and immediately starts hyperventilating, pressing her hand to her chest in an effort to calm herself down*

Joseph: H-Hey, hey hey! Shhhh, breathe!

Kakyoin: ... *once more he lowers his head. maybe it would have been better if he'd been... no, he shouldn't think like that-*

Jotaro: *without another word, he leaves the room too. he can't leave her like that*

Holly: *she glances between her father and Kazeko, and her son and Shanna. Honestly, she's torn on who she should be helping right now. Mentally apologizing to the other group, she hurries over to the short brunette to help her calm down from her panic attack*

Rose: ...*closing her eyes, she lets out a slow exhale. Just when she thought they were finally....finally getting along again...*

Joseph: *he smiles slightly at Holly* Thank you pumpkin.

Holly: Papa...I'm sorry, I don't know what got into her, she's normally such a sweet girl... *she gently rubs the short woman's back, moving strands of hair out of her face* H-Hey. I know that was scary...breath slowly ok? In...out....in...out...

Joseph: I trust you... so don't apologize for her, Holly. She can do it herself when she comes back. *he pulls his friend into a tight side hug* It's ok. Just focus on us, alright?

Kazeko: *between gasps, she nods* Thank- you- I'm- sorry- *gasp* *shaking her head, she does her best to ground herself*

Holly: It's ok, it's ok...do you want me to get you some water or anything?

Kazeko: *she nods her head, her breathing starting to slow down a little* Thank you- It's- ok- ... haa- I'll be- alright... *her eyebrows furrow and turn upward. again, she made the people she cares about worry about her*

Joseph: *he smiles a bit, rubbing her arm. good, she's calming down*

Holly: *she gives her a small side hug before leaving to fetch some water for her anyway*

Joseph: ... *after a couple more moments, he gives her another squeeze* Are you gonna be alright? Do you need anything?

Kazeko: *breathing raggedly now, but slowly, she lifts her head to reply* No... it happens... I don't need it right now...

Kakyoin: ... Gomen... gomen... *he murmurs to Rose, pulling his knees to his chest and burying his face*

Rose: ....*she turns around, and kneels down next to Kakyoin* ....Are you blaming yourself? Don't. It can't be helped. Shes held contempt for me for so many years now, I should of expected she'd explode sooner or later...

Kakyoin: Of course I am... it's... I'm the one who attacked...

Rose: ...You know, you say that but, she didn't blame you. When we, or more like I, was getting that washrag, she was concerned about you. She worried if you were going to be ok, since that...thing was literally pulled out of your brain.

Kakyoin: ... she did...? *he lifts his head ever so slightly, his hair splayed messily across his knee*

Rose: She was also worried about the possibility of you getting brain damage from that extraction. When I didn't really answer her, she got mad. *she looks amused for a moment* That fight that happened is...between her and I. It had nothing to do with you. She doesn't hate you, quite the opposite.

Kakyoin: *his expression lightens, then falls again* ... even so... I... I'm sorry... if things are rough between the two of you...

Rose: *she shakes her head* It's been this way for years, it can't be helped. I thought we were finally getting along again, but...

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Who is this him that Rose mentioned, that caused a bad trigger in Shanna? You’ll find out in future unmasking posts.

Shanna and Jotaro had a bad argument with eachother after this, and shortly after, I want to reassure you guys that Shanna does return and apologize to everyone because hey, she realized she was kind of being a bitch. Knowing Jotaro is probably sulking in his own way after such a bad argument with eachother, she looks for him in the Kujo estate and properly apologizes to him too, and they both have an actual talk this time to clear up the horrible misunderstandings that were going on. Shanna later also apologizes to Rose for saying such a horrible thing to her. Their relationship is still rocky when the Stardust Crusader journey happens, they never get back to getting along after years of fighting eachother until post SDC I’m afraid.

To hopefully clear anything up, this is the only horrible fight the Metal Queen, as I noticed you guys like to call her, has with the SDC. She gets along with them all fine throughout the journey, and post SDC, she even starts calling Joseph ‘Jiji’, like Jotaro does!

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assholemurphy · 6 years ago

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‘Til Action, Lust : Chapter 4

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The 100

Murphamy

Explicit

Summary:

Having just recently turned eighteen, Murphy decides it’s time he finally visit the Bunker, Arkadia’s BDSM club, in search of a dom. He manages to find one in Bellamy Blake, charming and sweet and prettier than any man has a right to be, in Murphy’s opinion. But after getting arrested vandalizing a cop car, Murphy’s brought down to the station where he runs into someone very familiar. Turns out Bellamy’s a fucking cop. Sleeping with a cop breaks every rule Murphy’s ever set for himself. He’s an anarchist, a rebel, a delinquent, and there’s nothing he hates more than a cop. So, he shouldn’t want Bellamy now, right? Except he does, but Bellamy has rules, too. He doesn’t consort with criminals. So, Murphy has to choose between Bellamy and his illegal extracurriculars. It’s an easy choice, but following the rest of Bellamy’s rules won’t be so easy. It’s not easy for Bellamy, either, because just when he’s gotten used to handling Murphy, he realizes he might actually be falling for him. Which sucks for him, because their relationship is purely built on sex, right? Maybe not, but just when he’s got things under control, they meet a switch named Atom that turns their world upside down all over again.

Beginning

<- Previous Chapter

“Okay, so, food will be here in half an hour. Want to go over the checklist now or wait until after we eat?” Bellamy asked, putting his phone back in his pocket.

He and Murphy had been at his house for all of five minutes before Bellamy had decided he didn’t want to cook because it would take too long and all he wanted was to get the paperwork out of the way so he could pull Murphy close and put his hands all over him. He’d picked him up after his shift ended and brought him back to his place, resisting the urge to run his hand up Murphy’s thigh the whole drive because honestly, the kid looked absolutely adorable and Bellamy couldn’t wait to see what kind of faces he made when Bellamy was buried inside of him.

“Now. We can at least start,” Murphy decided, pulling his papers out of his bag. He was sure his answers were uninformed and a little stupid, but he wasn’t afraid of being laughed at. Bellamy had shown he was more than willing to talk Murphy through things without making fun of him, so Murphy had nothing to fear. Besides, he was too excited for what was to come to be nervous. Even if Bellamy didn’t share all of his kinks, he knew there had to be at least a few they had in common and he could deal with sacrificing a few to have Bellamy.

Bellamy smiled and reached for his own papers on the coffee table before sitting down on the couch beside Murphy. He had to resist the urge to reach out and pull him into his lap because for fuck’s sake, it was like he’d purposely found his tightest clothes just to tease Bellamy and Bellamy wanted to get even, to make him squirm and beg and get just as turned on as Bellamy had been the second he’d seen him come out of his building, with his too tight jeans that looked like they were painted on, the same ones he’d worn to the club, and an old band tee that had more holes than cloth underneath his jacket and he looked like some punk you’d see protesting outside the governor’s office and Bellamy wasn’t sure when it had happened, but he’d come to realize that a certain level of defiance against the system turned him on more than he cared to admit. So, when he’d seen Murphy, dressed like he was ready to throw a brick through the station’s window, he’d had to talk himself down from jumping him the second he was in the car.

“So, you wanna talk kinks first or limits? Or do you want to discuss what we expect from the relationship?” Bellamy asked. He’d gotten a little information at the club, but he needed to know more. He needed to know what he could do and what Murphy was completely against. He knew they weren’t going to be a perfect match, that was rare, but he was willing to give Murphy almost anything he wanted. He had few actual hard limits, himself, he did have some, but as long as what Murphy wanted didn’t get too close to them, he’d do whatever he needed, within reason.

“Let’s go with the relationship, because most of my limits were covered in the checklist, so we can just go over them before we get to kinks.” He wanted to do the kink part last because he knew imagining Bellamy doing those things to him would only get him worked up and he didn’t want to have to wait until after they were done with everything to get what he wanted. He’d waited too long and he’d been turned on too much with going over the checklist to go through that again. Bellamy’s no touching himself rule was cruel, especially considering how often he’d gotten himself off before to the thought of doing more with Bellamy, even when he’d been pissed at him.

“Fine with me. What exactly do you want? I know we discussed it last time, so there’s not as much to go over, but more specifically, what do you want from me?”

Everything. For you to pin me down right now and fuck me senseless. For you to bruise me up and leave marks that don’t fade for days so I know I’m yours. Murphy choked back that answer and shrugged, “I would like a decent dynamic where I get to control my personal life, but my sex life is up to you. I don’t mind you having other subs if you want them-”

“I generally only have one at a time, actually. Unless it’s a polyamorous relationship with all of us, but as a standard rule, just one,” Bellamy told him. He wanted to make sure he could focus all of his attention on Murphy. He wanted to train him and earn his submission and honestly, in all of his years at the club, he’d never found anyone he’d wanted more than Murphy, not at first sight, anyway, save for Raven, but she was a dom, herself, so it hadn’t worked out. “Do you plan to have other doms?”

“No,” Murphy shook his head. “Just you. I’m not good with following rules as it is, having two or more sets of them would be too much.”

Bellamy nodded, “Alright. Go on.”

“I want rules and punishments, but not so many that I can’t live my life. I don’t mind your rule about touching myself, that’s fine, though unfair, but no more rules like your first one. I understand why you have that one, and I will follow it, but no more that control my personal life. I still want to have a life outside of this.” He just hoped that wouldn’t upset Bellamy.

“Of course. And for the record, that first rule benefits you, too, because otherwise, you’d probably get thrown in jail for good since you aren’t a minor anymore.”

Murphy scowled, but he knew Bellamy was right. He just didn’t want to admit it. “I would like it if we were casual, just for now, until we get to know each other more. I don’t mean I want to fuck other people, but I mean that I don’t want to dive headfirst into something until I’ve tried it out first, you know?”

“I understand,” Bellamy nodded. “I wouldn’t ask you to do anything less. You need to take baby steps, get used to how things are, then you can decide if you want more. Besides, we don’t really know each other well enough for an actual relationship.”

Though, Bellamy wouldn’t mind getting to know Murphy well enough for that. There was a fire about the boy that made Bellamy want to make him his in every way possible.

“That means I won’t be punishing you much, though. If you break the rules, sure, but I doubt you will much, seeing as there won’t be many.” Not until they took their dynamic farther, if they did. Bellamy wasn’t going to punish him for things they hadn’t agreed upon, and there wasn’t much he could punish him for in a casual relationship. “Besides, I think punishments should wait until you’ve gotten your feet wet. Until you know if you really want this or not.”

Murphy nodded, a little disappointed. He understood, but he really wanted to know what it would be like for Bellamy to punish him. He liked the idea of him flogging him or tying him down and fucking him multiple times without letting him come. He wanted it, but he did understand where Bellamy was coming from.

“That doesn’t mean there won’t be any, there just won’t be whole scenes dedicated to them. You act like a brat and I’m going to treat you like one,” Bellamy warned and Murphy’s dick twitched.

“Yeah, okay,” he swallowed hard. “So, how long until I get the real punishments?”

“Until you’re ready, until we both are. Then we can take the next step and I’ll give you more of them. But for now, there’s not much I’ll punish you for besides disrespect and blatant breaking of the rules.”

“What are the rules?”

“No touching yourself without permission. You don’t come unless I say you can. No disrespect, my orders are to be obeyed to the best of your ability and sass won’t be tolerated. And criminal activity, but we’ve covered that. That means nothing illegal whatsoever,” Bellamy told him, giving him a pointed look.

“So, like, I can’t even drink?”

“Is it legal for you to drink?”

“No…”

“Then that makes it a criminal activity.”

“Oh, come on, man. That’s touching on y personal life! I’ve got friends, we hang out, drink, smoke, it’s just what we do.”

Bellamy sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Murphy had a point. “Fine. But don’t get caught and don’t do anything stupid. No more stealing stop signs.”

Murphy grinned, “I’ve still got it, too. I was thinking about stealing the Murphy street sign on the corner of twenty-fifth. Thought it’d be nice to put on my wall, too.”

“No. I’ll give on the drinking, as long as it’s not constant, but no more stealing government property.”

“What about the smoking?”

“You’re eighteen-”

“Not cigarettes, dumbass.”

Bellamy raised his eyebrows, “You’re already gonna get disrespectful?”

“It’s not disrespect if it’s true,” Murphy told him, resisting the urge to stick out his tongue like a child.

“It’s not true and I will punish you for it.”

“What are you gonna do? Spank me?”

“Depending on your kinks? I just might.” He’d love to see Murphy’s ass red with his handprints as Murphy apologized and begged to be fucked. He had a feeling he would, too. He’d mentioned he liked impact play at the club, so Bellamy was sure that it would turn him on. Maybe he’d tie him down and spank him before leaving him to watch as Bellamy got himself off. That would be a fitting punishment. “But I’m not gonna get pissed over you getting high as long as you aren’t doing anything that’ll fuck you up in a serious way. Pot’s fine, but nothing harder.”

“Cool. And it’s definitely one of my kinks,” Murphy said, grinning. He could just imagine what it would feel like for Bellamy to hit him, spank him until he was sorry for disrespecting him, getting him hard before fucking him hard and rough until he screamed and begged for mercy. He was getting turned on just thinking about it. They needed to hurry up and get done with the whole discussion thing so Bellamy would fuck him. “So, what do you want out of the dynamic?”

“Dedication. I want you to care about the relationship enough to keep it going. I don’t expect you to be able to fuck me whenever I want, but I do expect you to make time for me when you can. I understand you have a life, but I would like this to be part of it now.”

“I can do that.” God, could he do that. Hell, if Bellamy called, he was likely to drop everything and let him fuck him on the spot. There was nothing he wanted more than Bellamy, currently, and he couldn’t imagine that changing anytime soon. “Anything else?”

“Honesty and communication. I need you to feel comfortable telling me if you don’t like something or if something makes you uncomfortable. I want you to know that I’m never going to get angry at you for that. No matter what it is, no matter how small, I want you to tell me. And I’ll do the same for you. I’ll be open and honest and I promise not to push your hard limits. There are some limits I’ll push, but not those. Everyone has hard limits for a reason and unless you feel like getting over those reasons, then there’s no point to me pushing them. But you need to be clear about them and let me know what they are. They can change over time, some things may end up being something you want and other things may turn out to be limits you didn’t know you had, so just communicate with me so that I don’t hurt you. I never want to hurt you, not really. So, you have to be honest with me,” Bellamy told him. For any dynamic to work, honesty was key.

Murphy nodded, “I’ll do that. I trust you.”

“Good. For any dynamic to work there needs to be trust.”

“Anything else?”

“Not really. Just submission, but considering how well you did yesterday, I doubt that’ll be a problem,” Bellamy grinned. “I really wish I could have been there to see the faces you made.”

“They weren’t very sexy,” Murphy laughed. “But it would have been better if you were there.”

“Well, I’m here now, so once we finish with the checklist, I’ll finally get to make good on some of those promises,” Bellamy told him as the doorbell rang. “That’s the food. I’ll get it. We can eat and go over hard limits, then when we’re done we can talk kinks and see what we have in common.”

“And then you fuck me?”

“Harder than you’ve ever been fucked before,” Bellamy promised as he walked away and Murphy felt all the blood in his body rush to his dick. How he was going to make it through dinner, he didn’t know.

Bellamy returned with the food moments later and set the bag down on the coffee table instructing Murphy to open it while he got drinks. Murphy did as he was told, pulling the paper cartons out of the sack and arranging them on the table with the chopsticks next to them. He couldn’t remember what Bellamy had ordered, but he knew he’d gotten vegetable lo mein and there were veggie eggrolls to be shared. He set the sauce packets next to the Styrofoam tray that held the eggrolls waited for Bellamy to come back.

Bellamy walked back into the room seconds later, two glasses of coke in his hands. He handed one to Murphy and set the other down next to his spot on the couch before taking a seat and grabbing for a carton. “This is lo mein. That must be yours.”

“And this one,” Murphy held up a carton, “is Tso’s chicken. Which is gross, by the way.”

“Don’t like spicy food?”

“I’m fine with spicy, it’s just the sauce on it tastes weird. Like, give me all the peppers you want, but don’t use that sauce.”

“The sauce is fine. Where’d you eat it at?”

“Some buffet place Craig dragged me to. I don’t remember what it was called, but we had taken spring break and gone to Polis and he decided that was a good place to eat. It wasn’t bad, but Tso’s chicken is gross,” Murphy made a face.

“I’m willing to bet it was just the place that made it. This place’s sauce is great. Here, try it,” Bellamy told him, holding out a piece with his chopsticks.

“No, thanks.”

“Try it and I’ll go down on you,” Bellamy bargained, giving Murphy a smirk.

Murphy frown but leaned forward and let took the piece of chicken from Bellamy, letting him feed him, which should have been weird, but it wasn’t. He chewed for a second before shrugging, “Not bad. Not the best and I wouldn’t order it, but it’s not bad. Lo mein’s better.”

“What’s with all the veggies, anyway? You some kind of vegetarian?” Bellamy asked, taking a bite of his food.

“Yes, which is why I just ate chicken. Because chickens are actually plants,” Murphy snarked. “Nah, I just like it. It tastes better without the meat. I don’t eat meat in lo mein nor on pizza. I’ll eat it in eggrolls, but I prefer the veggie ones. However, I will never say no to a bacon cheeseburger with chili and cheese and a fried egg. So, definitely not a vegetarian.”

“That’s quite the burger.”

“It’s even better with ranch, pico de gallo, Funyuns, pepperjack cheese, and white cheddar Cheetos.”

“That sounds like a mess.”

“Which is probably why we call it a garbage burger. It was the creation of a lot of junk food and leftovers from Sal’s. We were stoned the night before, that’s the only explanation I have. But it was amazing.”

“I’ll have to take your word for it.”

Murphy laughed, “Yeah. I’ve eaten a lot of weird things, actually. Mostly while high, but some of them are good enough to recreate outside of the munchie fueled haze that surrounded us at the time of its creation.”

Bellamy smiled. Murphy was a little odd, but he liked it. A lot. “So, hard limits?”

“Bodily functions, for one. That’s the main one. And slurs. Other than that, I don’t want anything to do with electricity. That’s not a fun kind of pain for me,” Murphy looked at his checklist. “Abrasions, like, anything that leaves a scar is a hard limit. So is age play or any of that kind of thing. Pet play, as well. No cages or boxes or any of that shit. No mummification or masks. No permanent anything, if it won’t fade, it doesn’t happen. I’m not really in to blood play, but I mean, if you want it, I’ll do it, but I’d prefer not to do anything with drinking it or using animal blood, just on moral principle. I’m not going to do any domestic service stuff, either. Fantasy abandonment would trigger some serious trauma, so I’m going to have to ask we stay away from that.”

“I would never. I don’t like the idea abandoning my subs.”

“Good. I think there might be a few more, hold on,” Murphy skimmed through the papers for a moment before nodding, “No kidnapping. That would get you seriously hurt. I’m not okay with any kind of foot fetish or foot worship, nor am I okay with objectification, as in like, being property. I don’t mind the idea of you owning me, but if you’re going to treat me the same as you would this coffee table, that’s not going to happen.”

“Never. If I owned you, you’d be my most valuable possession and I’d treat you like it.”

Murphy was going to pretend that that didn’t make him swoon like he was in a romance novel. “That would be okay. No spitting on me, but I think that’s it. I have a lot. Sorry.”

“No need to apologize. I’d rather you have a lot and be sure of what you don’t want than too few and get into something you don’t like,” Bellamy told him.

“What about you? What are yours?”

“We actually share a few in common. No bodily functions or permanent damage, like scars. Blood play and kidnapping are out, as is any kind of rape scenario-”

“Forgot that one. Yeah, that’s out for me, too.”

Bellamy smiled, “Good. Cause I could never do that to anyone, even as a fantasy. Consent is very important to me. So, as for the rest of my limits; pet play and age play are out, and don’t you dare call me Daddy.”

Murphy grinned. He could use that to piss Bellamy off if he wanted.

Bellamy narrowed his eyes, not liking the grin on Murphy’s face, but he shook it off. “I’m not into prostitution, even as a fantasy. If you want to be loaned out, fine, but not under the pretense of prostitution. Other than that, I think that’s the end of my hard limits. There are things I’m not too comfortable doing, but if you want them, I’ll give them to you, just not all the time. I’ll let you know what they are if they come up. And you’ll see them on my checklist her in a moment.”

“So, we are going to exchange the papers?” That was good, because he didn’t feel like going through all of his answers out loud. Not only would it take forever but saying some of the things he’d written aloud would be pretty damn embarrassing.

“Yeah, it’ll be easier that way. I just wanted to know what was outright a hard limit, so that I could keep it separate from the stuff you just don’t like. I mean, I don’t plan to do either, if you’re really not into it, but I still wanted to clarify.”

“Because you’re overly cautious,” Murphy accused. He’d noticed that about Bellamy. He was gentle and caring and way too cautious to be a dom, except that Murphy had already been on the receiving end of that dynamic and Bellamy definitely defied expectations.

“Yes,” Bellamy admitted with a small chuckle. “But it’s better to be overly cautious so I know I won’t hurt you than to not be and do something that’ll upset you.”

“You’re too fucking nice to be a dom,” Murphy snorted. “Shouldn’t you be more demanding and stoic?”

“I don’t have to be. Are you saying I’m not a good enough dom? Because if you want someone else-”

“No, god, I’m joking, Bellamy. Stop with that. I don’t-” Murphy sighed, frustrated with himself and Bellamy both. “I don’t want another dom, okay? I want you, end of story. That’s why I’m here. If I wanted someone else, I would have found one by now, one who doesn’t require me to be an upstanding member of society, but I don’t. So, just stop with that, okay?”

“Okay,” Bellamy nodded, a little too pleased by Murphy rejecting the idea of another dom so violently. “But you are suggesting I’m not a good one, right?”

“It was a joke. I know you are. I just- You’re just not what I expected when I imagined a dom. I was imagining someone rough and rude who just cared about fucking me but you’re not that and I’m trying to get the image sorted out in my mind.”

“You’ve been watching some bad porn then, because that’s not how doms are supposed to act. Trust me, you want overly cautious, especially in this aspect. But don’t start thinking I’m going to be nice and gentle the whole time. Given the chance I will fuck you so hard you can’t walk the next morning,” Bellamy told him with a smirk.

Murphy rolled his eyes, “I’ll believe it when I see it. Give me your papers so we can finish this.”

Bellamy sat his empty take out box on the table next to the rest of the empty trash and grabbed a napkin to clean his hands, unlike Murphy who had simply wiped them on his pants and honestly, how did he even function in the adult world? He grabbed his papers and handed them over, taking Murphy’s and beginning to read over them, stopping short, “Murphy, do you even know what aromas are?”

“Like, smells and shit? I don’t get how it’s kinky at all, really, but to each their own,” Murphy shrugged.

“That’s not what it is. They’re called poppers and they’re like drugs. Well, they are drugs, and they’re illegal and not for human consumption. They cause a lot of things, like light headedness and giddiness and shit like that. They’re also an aphrodisiac and cause muscle relaxation in the anus among other things. But, again, they aren’t legal here.”

“That sounds fun.”

“But illegal and dangerous.”

“So, that’s a no?”

“That’s a no.”

“Fine. Killjoy.”

“If I used them I’d have to arrest myself and I’m not the one who likes being in cuffs, now am I?”

“Then I’ll use them and you can put me in cuffs.”

“Murphy,” Bellamy sighed and rolled his eyes. “Just read. Then we’ll discuss.”

“And after you’re gonna fuck me, right? Not like last time where it’s all just talk and then I can’t even get myself off?” Murphy wanted to make sure he wasn’t getting excited over nothing.

“Yes, Murphy, I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to tie you to the bed and have my way with you and there’s nothing you can do about it because I’ve been waiting for a chance to do that since we met and I’m not going to pass it up just because you decided to take two hours to read some sheets of paper, so if you would kindly get on with it so that I can, I’d be grateful,” Bellamy said, giving Murphy a look that made him feel somewhat stupid for thinking he wasn’t going to get fucked. That was the whole point of him coming here, after all.

Murphy nodded and shifted in his seat, his dick stirring at the thought of Bellamy having his way with him. He was glad it was a Friday because that meant he worked the late shift tomorrow night so no matter how late Bellamy kept him up, he could sleep in. And he hoped he kept him up for a good while.

Murphy looked back at the paper, reading over Bellamy’s answers and kinks. He didn’t even make it past the first five before he felt himself harden.

Anal Plugs (large): I want you stretched enough to take two dicks. Not all the time, but on occasion.

Well, fuck. That certainly wasn’t the hottest thing Murphy had read this week. He’d always fantasized about double penetration, but he’d never tried it with toys or partners or anything. He wondered if Bellamy would just use a toy or if he’d bring in a third party, either way, Murphy was totally on board with it.

He continued to read on, noting how often Bellamy wanted things incorporated into play and how much of a turn on they were for him. He wasn’t adverse to being fucked, which made Murphy bite his lip because while he certainly preferred to bottom, he could just imagine what a sight Bellamy would be riding him while he was tied up with a vibrator in his ass, torturing him with a slow pace that kept him on the edge until he couldn’t take it anymore and gave in and begged for him to speed up, to do anything to give him release.

Murphy shifted his weight again and fought the urge to unzip his pants. He hadn’t even gotten past the first page yet and he was already hard. This wasn’t fair at all.

He looked up at Bellamy who was reading over Murphy’s papers studiously, like he was going to be tested on it at some point. He didn’t seem nearly as affected, but then again, Murphy hadn’t been nearly as descriptive with his answers.

He smiled when he read that Bellamy was alright with asphyxiation. Not all the time, but sometimes, and Murphy could live with that. The idea of Bellamy’s hand around his throat as he fucked into him was too much to ignore.

Bondage Public (under clothes): I like the idea of you knowing you’re mine even in public.

Fuck, there was almost nothing that turned Murphy on more than public play. He had quite the exhibitionist streak and he’d actually managed to have sex with one of his exes in a car parked in a parking lot once, which had turned him on like nothing else ever had, despite the fact that it had been nearly empty and nobody had been paying them any attention. Going out in public with ropes around his body so that he could feel them and be reminded of who he belonged to caused him to have to bite back a moan. He wasn’t sure he was going to be able to get through the whole checklist without begging to be fucked right there.

Cross Dressing: I’d like to slip my hand up your skirt and make you squirm.

Well, that was certainly something. Murphy had always been into wearing feminine clothing, but to wear it for Bellamy, like he’d always wanted to do for a partner, that was almost too much. To believe he’d get to do that, that he’d have that fantasy fulfilled at some point, it was almost too much to accept.

Exhibitionism: I’ll indulge you in this, if you want, but it doesn’t matter to me one way or another, because I’d much rather focus on you than the people around us. That being said, I’ll fuck you anywhere you want me to.

Murphy had to bite back a groan. For Bellamy to let him have that, for him to be willing to fuck him anywhere he wanted him to, he couldn’t even begin to imagine what that would be like. He knew he wanted it, whenever he got the chance, and knowing he could have it made him feel like he was in some sort of dream. It couldn’t be real, it was too good for it to be. He’d never actually expected to have anything like this, but Bellamy was more than he ever could have wished for.

“You okay there?”

Murphy looked over at Bellamy who was giving him an amused look. “I’m fine, yeah,” he managed to get out without betraying exactly how desperate he was getting. His cock strained against his pants and he could feel a growing wet patch on the front of his boxers and he felt like he might die if he didn’t get fucked soon because he was already so desperate for Bellamy and now there was this, but he didn’t want that to show. He didn’t need to make a fool of himself this early on.

“You sure?”

“Yep,” Murphy nodded, looking back at the papers. “I’ve only got a couple pages to go. “You?”

“Done.”

“Really?” That was fast. Of course, he probably wasn’t fantasizing about every little kink, either.

“Yeah. Just let me know when you are and we can go over it.”

Murphy nodded again and tried to focus on the words on the page.

Following Orders: You’ll do as I say, like a good little slut.

And how Murphy wanted to be a good little slut for him. Sure, he had every intention of being as much of a brat as he could be, but there was something about Bellamy that just made him want to submit, made him want to please him in any way he demanded. He liked punishments, but dammit, nothing beat having Bellamy tell him how good he’d been. So, he probably had a praise kink hidden away somewhere. Good for him.

Forced Masturbation: I’d love to make you get yourself off. Love to watch you whimper and moan and come for me like a little whore, begging me to fuck you.

Murphy couldn’t hold back the quiet groan that escaped his lips and he felt Bellamy’s eyes on him. He could practically feel his smirk. His cheeks heated up and he tried to cover it with a fake cough, but he knew it did no good.

Forced Nudity (with others): If you’re open to it, then I’d love to make you sit on my lap, wearing nothing so I can touch you, while others are around.

There was nothing Murphy would love more than to be naked on Bellamy’s lap in the middle of the club or a party. He’d seen some naked people at the club, so he knew it was allowed. He’d love to feel Bellamy’s hands all over him until he was so desperate and needy that Bellamy took mercy on him and took him to one of the clubs rooms and threw him on the bed.

He was okay with gun play, that was good to know, because the cop kink came with a gun fetish and he was quite excited to try that, eventually.

Lecturing: I’m not really your mother, but if we’re in a relationship, you can bet your ass I’ll be lecturing you whenever you do something stupid. I will admit to that.

Murphy snorted. He had no doubt Bellamy was good at lectures. He just seemed like he had that quality about him. Of course, they weren’t in a relationship, so he probably wouldn’t get any, but if they were, he was sure he’d get them often with all the stupid shit he pulled on a daily basis.

Rimming: I’d love to eat you out and make you come untouched just from my tongue.

This time Murphy couldn’t even pretend to hide his groan and he heard Bellamy snicker.

“Doing okay there, Murphy?”

“You do realize that there is no good reason for you to be this descriptive, right?”

“I can think of one really good one.”

“And what’s that?” Murphy snapped, not looking up at Bellamy.

Murphy froze when he felt Bellamy’s hand on his side, “It’s turning you on, isn’t it?” Bellamy’s breath ghosted over the skin of his neck as he whispered the words and Murphy felt himself shiver.

“Not a good reason. That just makes you an asshole,” he told him, his grip too tight on the papers.

“I think it’s a good reason. Cause the more turned on I can get you, the more desperate you are and the prettier you’ll beg to come later,” Bellay told him, brushing his lips against Murphy’s skin.

“Can you not? I’m almost done and you’re distracting me,” Murphy almost begged. The longer Bellamy distracted him the longer it would take for them to finish which meant he’d have to wait more to finally have Bellamy inside him and he just wasn’t willing to wait for very much longer.

Bellamy just chuckled and pulled back a bit as Murphy scanned the last page.

Voyeurism: I would love to watch you get fucked.

And Murphy would love for someone to watch him get fucked. It all worked out.

Finally, he read the last word and let out a frustrated sigh. He was harder than he’d been in years and all he wanted was some relief but they still had to discuss it first. Hopefully that didn’t take long.

Bellamy grinned at him, “Done?”

“Yeah.”

“Desperate?”

“No.”

“Don’t lie to me, Murphy,” Bellamy demanded.

“Fine, yes, I am, very. But we’ve still got to discuss this and I’m not going to play along with this stupid game cause all it’s doing is making me frustrated,” Murphy huffed, tossing the papers to the side.

Bellamy just grinned as he picked them up and sat them on the coffee table before resting a hand on Murphy’s neck and gently pulling him towards him.

“What?” Murphy snapped a second before Bellamy’s lips were on his.

Oh. That was okay. He could live with that.

Murphy parted his lips so Bellamy could deepen it without any prompting, wanting more, needing it. Bellamy slipped his tongue past them and wrapped it around Murphy’s. Murphy kissed back, pushing his tongue against Bellamy’s and sucking on it, trying to get Bellamy even a fraction of as ready to go as he was.

He moaned into the kiss when he felt Bellamy’s hand on the front of his pants, rubbing at his erection and giving him the friction he needed so badly. He bucked his hips, wanting to break the kiss and beg Bellamy to just take him there on the couch but at the same time, he didn’t want the kiss to end. Bellamy hadn’t kissed him the first time at the club, but damn, he was good at it. Murphy could barely keep up as Bellamy nipped at his lips before biting down hard on his bottom one and making Murphy groan.

He let out a whine as Bellamy pulled away, “Please.”

Bellamy just laughed softly and pulled his hand away from Murphy’s erection. “Not yet, we’ve got to discuss some things first, but I promise it won’t take long and then I’m going to fuck you until you’re begging for release. Get you all worked up so that you can’t think straight, the only thing you can think about is how good my cock feels in your ass as I fuck you open like a good little whore. Tie you to the bed and get you all nice and desperate until you’re squirming and begging for my cock, until you’ll do anything to get me to fuck you and then I’m going to take you apart until you’re writhing and screaming under me.”

Murphy just groaned and closed his eyes, “You’re an ass.”

“Yes, but you can rest assured it’s not an empty promise. I will have you screaming my name before the night is over.”

Murphy was torn between begging him to fuck him right that second and calling him a jackass, but he did neither, instead asking, “What do we need to discuss?”

“Well, are there any kinks you want that you didn’t see on the checklist?”

“I, uh, well…” Murphy trailed off and shrugged.

“What is it?” Bellamy prompted.

“I’ve kinda got a praise kink, I think,” Murphy admitted quietly.

“I can work with that,” Bellamy said, running his fingers along Murphy’s arm, the small touch sending a shiver down Murphy’s spine. “Anything else?”

“Not that I can think of.”

“Anything on there that you really want that I didn’t specify I was into?”

“Not really. There wasn’t anything you said no to that I really like. I think we’re pretty compatible with kinks, actually.”

“I noticed that. I haven’t had that many kinks in common with someone in a couple years. I mean, it happens, but I haven’t been too lucky with it recently.”

“That make me special or something?”

Bellamy laughed, “Very. Means there won’t be too much compromise, we’ll both get what we want.”

“You said you were okay with exhibitionism, right?”

“If you want it,” Bellamy nodded.

“I do, yeah. It’s like, top three biggest kinks,” Murphy admitted. He was well past being shy with Bellamy.

“What are the other two?”

“Impact play and slight degradation. Like, if I ever had all three of those, I don’t think anything could keep me from coming, no matter how hard I tried not to.”

“You realize that if you come without permission, I’m going to punish you, right?” Bellamy smirked, bringing Murphy’s hand up to his lips and pressing a kiss to the inside of his wrist.

“I’m okay with that. I’m just saying, it’d be too much for me to have very much self control. But I’d gladly take whatever punishment you gave me.”

“You like punishments, then?”

“I think so. I like being hit and I like pain and I like overstimulation, so I’m pretty good with all of them.”

“You like overstimulation?”

“Mhm,” Murphy nodded, letting his head fall back onto the couch as he looked at Bellamy. “How much longer?”

“I think we’re good.”

“So, you’re gonna fuck me now?” Murphy asked, hopefully.

“Yeah, baby, I’m gonna fuck you. Come on,” Bellamy instructed, standing up from the couch.

He headed down the hall to the basement door, Murphy trailing behind him.

Murphy couldn’t wait. He’d been fantasizing about this for the past two weeks and with all of Bellamy’s promises, he was sure his fantasies couldn’t compare to what was about to happen. Bellamy had been amazing that night in the club and it was all Murphy could do to keep his hands to himself as Bellamy lead him into the dungeon.

His anticipation turned to disappointment when Bellamy didn’t even touch him, instead he simply sat on the bed and stared up at him for a moment before telling him to explore, to get used to the room.

Murphy felt a little let down, but the feeling was quickly replaced with excitement as he looked around the room, taking in all the toys and things he hadn’t noticed the first time. He walked around, wandering over to a rack that held an assortment of floggers and crops that hung on the wall. He reached out to touch one, looking over at Bellamy for permission.

Bellamy nodded and Murphy ran his fingers through the leather tails, letting them slide across his hand. He shivered, imagining what it would feel like to have it used on him. He stared, transfixed, and he nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt Bellamy’s hand on him, sliding down his sides to grip his hips and pull him against him as he began to press kisses to Murphy’s neck, just like he’d done the last time they’d been in there, but this time it wasn’t just mindless teasing, there was intent behind it and Murphy moaned as he bared his neck for him.

“You like them?” Bellamy asked between kisses.

“Want you to use it on me,” Murphy told him, unashamed. He couldn’t wait to feel the marks it left behind, to see them on his skin the next morning and know that Bellamy had done them, that he was Bellamy’s.

“I will. Not today, but I will.”

The promise made Murphy moan softly and Bellamy smiled against his skin before scraping his teeth against it and sucking a bruise.

“The last ones you left lasted five days,” Murphy said. It hadn’t been long enough but he’d trailed his fingers across them every time he’d needed a reminder of what he could have if he just called. Of course, then there was the whole getting arrested thing, but even then, he hadn’t stop touching them or staring at them every time he saw a mirror.

“I can make them last longer if you want,” Bellamy offered. Considering how Murphy reacted every time he bit his neck, Bellamy assumed he liked being marked up.

“Would you?”

“Anything you want, Murphy, I’ll give you. You’ve just got to ask,” Bellamy promised before biting down hard and sucking a bruise he knew would last quite a while, Murphy squirming under him.

“Bell!” Murphy moaned out, grinding his ass against Bellamy’s semi hard cock and wanting nothing more for Bellamy to drag him to the bed and throw him on it before having his way with him. He was still desperate from reading the checklist and Bellamy’s touch was only making him more so.

“There’s still more to see. I want you to be familiar with the room, you should be comfortable in it. And I want you to know where everything is, so if I tell you to bring something to me, you can,” Bellamy said, pulling away from his neck and guiding Murphy over to one of the chests in the room. “First drawer.”

Murphy pulled it open and raised his eyebrows, “That’s certainly the collection you’ve got there.” The drawer held an assortment of toys, vibrators and dildos and things that made Murphy squirm. “You’re gonna use them on me?”

“Eventually. Not tonight, of course, tonight it’s just me and you because I want you to get used to me, I want you to know what it feels like to be with me without the toys. Then we’ll start using them,” Bellamy told him, toying with the hem of Murphy’s shirt. “Second drawer.”

Murphy opened it as instructed. “Plugs?”

“Mhm.”

There was an assortment of sizes, some that Murphy wasn’t sure he’d even be able to feel and some that made his eyes go wide. “There’s no way that’ll fit in me, you know that, right?”

“With enough prep it will. Then you’ll be open and ready for two dicks, you said you wanted that, right? On the checklist. You said it turned you on but you’d never done it so you weren’t sure about it?”

“Yeah. We can do that?”

“Of course. It’ll take some stretching and a few days, because I’m not going to let you get hurt, but it can be done. And I promise it’ll feel amazing. Nothing I do to you will ever feel less that good.”

“Even if it hurts?” Murphy asked with a smirk.

“You said you liked pain,” Bellamy said, sucking another mark into Murphy’s neck.

“I do, yeah. Fuck, Bell, you gotta hurry this up. Just point to the drawer and tell me what’s in it because I can’t take much more of this,” Murphy whined.

“Third and fourth drawers are clothes, lingerie and costumes and things. If they don’t fit, we’ll just buy ones that do. The second chest is more toys, beads and cock rings in the first drawer, lubes and other liquids in the second, and things that don’t belong anywhere else in the third. Third chest, top drawer is candles and wax plus other heat play things like creams and oils, second is sharper things, don’t worry, though, all the knives are far too dull to cut skin, and I’ve got some pinwheels and other things. Third is blindfolds and cuffs and other restraints. Fourth is blankets and a first aid kit and safety shears. It’s got a lot of essential stuff in it,” Bellamy told him, just as eager to get to the good part as he was. He’d love to take his time and show Murphy around properly, but having the boy so close to him, being able to touch him, it was driving him crazy and he needed him now.

“And what’s behind that door over there?” Murphy asked, pointing to a door in the corner.

“Bathroom. It’s useful to have a sink nearby for easy clean up. And a tub for aftercare, plus a shower in case we ever need it,” Bellamy explained. He began to guide Murphy towards the bed slowly, kissing his neck and sliding his hands under his shirt as they went, Murphy shivering beneath his touch.

When they finally made it, Bellamy let him go, pulling Murphy’s shirt up so he could take it off of him before gently shoving his side so he’d turn around. Once they were face to face, Bellamy pulled him into a bruising kiss that was no where near as gentle as the first had been and Murphy moaned into it as he felt Bellamy’s teeth on his bottom lip. Bellamy reached for the button on Murphy’s pants as he shoved his tongue past Murphy’s lips and began to explore his mouth, swirling his tongue around Murphy’s and running his free hand up his chest to find one of his nipples.

He ran a thumb across it as he pulled down the zipper on Murphy’s jeans, slipping his hand down them and rubbing Murphy through the fabric of his boxers, reveling in the quiet moans he got from him. Murphy bucked into his hand and Bellamy smirked into the kiss, pulling his hand away and trying to shove down his pants without breaking the kiss, but to no avail. He pulled back, stifling a groan at the sight of Murphy in his state of undress. He looked so pretty, not that muscular, but rough and wiry, like he could win a fight if he needed to, and Bellamy had no doubt he’d won plenty.

“Safe word?” he asked.

“Shakespeare,” Murphy told him.

“Use it anytime you feel the need to and I’ll stop immediately, okay?”

“Okay, yeah. Can we get on with it?” Murphy begged.

Bellamy nodded, ordering, “Pants off.”

Murphy scrambled to comply, stripping himself of his jeans and boxers and kicking the to the side, feeling a little exposed as soon as he was naked but he didn’t get much time to think about it before he was shoved back, onto the bed, Bellamy coaxing him to move up it so that he was close to the headboard. Bellamy was on top of him, grinding down onto him, the rough fabric of his uniform pants dragging across Murphy’s cock and making him whine because it still wasn’t enough.

Bellamy reached for something behind his head and Murphy looked to his side, curiously. He finally caught on when Bellamy began to secure the cuff to his wrist before moving to the other side of the bed to do up the second one. Now Murphy really felt exposed and vulnerable, but he loved it. He was so hard and all he could do was whine as Bellamy smirked down at him before capturing his lips in another kiss that didn’t last nearly as long but still left Murphy breathless.

Bellamy got off the bed and pulled off his own clothes, aware of Murphy’s eyes on him the whole time. Fuck, did he look like some kind of Greek god or something, Murphy wasn’t sure what, exactly, but he was too perfect to be human. All Murphy wanted to do was run his hands across his chest and down his sides and just worship him like a god should be worshipped, but even as he tugged on the restraints, he knew it was no use.

Then Bellamy was back on the bed, pressing kisses across Murphy’s chest and making him shiver and close his eyes as Bellamy took him into his hand. Murphy let out a quiet whine as Bellamy stroked him, feeling all of the anticipation for this moment give way to pleasure and he couldn’t believe he’d ever thought he could live without this. Even if it meant giving up his criminal activity, it was worth it to have Bellamy touching him like this, to be completely at his mercy and to know that no matter what he did, Murphy was sure to enjoy it. He trusted Bellamy and was willing to give up control for him, something that he’d craved all his life, and he couldn’t have found anyone more deserving of that trust.

Bellamy trailed kisses down his chest and stomach until he came to his cock, he smirked up at Murphy, who was watching him with need before taking him into his mouth, sucking on the head and making Murphy buck his hips.

“Fuck, Bell!”

Bellamy just hummed in response and pulled off to lick a stripe from base to tip and swirl his tongue around the head, teasing Murphy and making him moan as he tried to buck his hips to get him to take him down. Bellamy was undeterred and continued teasing Murphy, licking at the base of the shaft and taking his balls into his hand, playing with them as he went back up to suck on the tip, Murphy whining in frustration.

“Please, Bellamy! Please!”

Bellamy smiled and finally took him down, sucking on him and bobbing his head, swirling his tongue around the tip. He ran his tongue up the shaft and scraped his teeth against the head of Murphy’s cock, making the boy moan and tug on the restraints, wanting to tangle his hands in Bellamy’s hair and touch him, just touch him, but he couldn’t. It was both the most frustrating thing in the world and the biggest turn on he could imagine. He was glad the cuffs were soft because with the way he was tugging on them, he was sure they’d be digging into his wrists by now and as much as he loved the idea of the pain that would come with that, he didn’t want to have to explain it to his boss tomorrow. Maybe he should by some cover up or something next time he was at the store. He loved being marked up, but his job kind of required a bit of restraint in that area. He’d gotten bitched out by his manager for the hickeys on his neck last time. The owner had come to his rescue, but he was sure that anything more than a hickey would cause concern and he didn’t want to have to explain his kinks to Jaha or anyone else.

Bellamy drug his teeth across the bundle of nerves on the underside of his dick and pulled Murphy from his thoughts, drawing a loud moan from him. “Bell, please, can I- Fuck, please, Bell, I’m getting close. Can I?”

Bellamy pulled off and shook his head, “Not yet. How close? On a scale of one to ten?”

“Seven,” Murphy panted, he was close and he could come if Bellamy kept it up, but he didn’t want to disappoint him this soon.

“Tell me when it’s a nine, baby,” Bellamy instructed before taking him back into his mouth.

Murphy whined and bucked his hips, wishing he could just come but knowing there’d be a punishment if he did and he didn’t want to get in trouble this early. Sure, he wanted it eventually, but not tonight. Tonight, he just wanted Bellamy and everything he was willing to give him.

Bellamy bobbed his head, taking Murphy down as far as he could, his cock brushing the back of his throat and Bellamy swallowed around him, taking full advantage of his nonexistent gag reflex. He pulled back up and sucked on the head, scraping his teeth against it and smirking when Murphy bucked his hips. God, this kid was too easy. Everything Bellamy did got a reaction and he loved it. He was definitely the most responsive sub he’d had. He loved how even the slightest touch could make him shiver. He wondered what kind of reaction he’d get when he finally buried himself inside of him.

He kept up for a couple more minutes before Murphy stuttered out, “B-bell! I can’t. I’m cl-close. Fuck, Bell!”

Bellamy pulled off. “Nine?”

“Y-yeah,” Murphy nodded. “Can I please come now?”

“Not yet, baby. Trust me, it’ll be worth the wait. Now I need you to take some deep breaths and try to calm down, okay? Tell me when you’re at a six again,” Bellamy instructed, sitting up and rubbing soothing circles to Murphy’s hip.

Murphy nodded and tried to slow his breathing, swallowing hard and trying to calm down. “Are you just like, torturing me or something?”

“It’s called edging and it might feel like torture, but I promise, when you do come, it’s going to feel better than ever,” Bellamy promised. “You thirsty?”

“A bit, yeah. You’re not gonna like, leave me tied up here and run off to the kitchen are you?”

Bellamy laughed, “No. I would never leave you alone when you’re tied up. That’s dangerous and I’m not going to put you at risk like that. I’ve got water in the fridge part of the nightstand.”

“Like the one at the club?”

“Yeah. I bought it from the same place. Actually, I got all my stuff from the same place. It’s a good distributer,” Bellamy told him as he got off the bed. He knelt in front of the nightstand and opened it, pulling out a bottle of water before sitting next to Murphy and twisting the cap off. “Sit up as best you can.”

Murphy scooted up in the bed so that he was up enough so that he could swallow easily. Bellamy lifted the water to his lips and Murphy took a drink, feeling himself calming down. When he was done with the water, he pulled back and sighed, “I think I’m good now.”

“Six?”

“Yeah. I’ll be alright for a while. How many times you gonna do this?”

“Just once more. Then after that I’ll let you come, okay?”

Murphy nodded, willing to comply. He trusted Bellamy and if he said it would be worth it, then he had no doubt it would be. “Are you gonna do this every time?”

“No,” Bellamy shook his head. “Not every time. Sometimes, but other times I’m gonna let you come as many times as you want. And sometimes, I’m gonna make you come again and again until you can’t anymore.”

Murphy moaned at the thought. He wanted Bellamy to force him to come over and over until he was so overstimulated it hurt. He wanted him to tie him down and make him come until he begged him to stop. “You are going to fuck me, though, right? Like actually fuck me?”

“Yes, Murphy,” Bellamy rolled his eyes and grinned at him. “I told you I would, didn’t I? I don’t lie.”

“Then fucking get on with it, dammit,” Murphy huffed, tugging at his restraints.

Bellamy raised his eyebrows and took Murphy’s face in his hand, making him look at him, “Don’t tell me what to do. That’s not your place, Murphy. Step out of line again and I’ll edge you an extra time before I finally let you come. I’m going to add one more every time you sass me, too.”

“Yes, sir,” Murphy nodded, looking up at Bellamy. “Sorry, sir.”

“Good boy,” Bellamy smiled, letting go of Murphy and opening the drawer on top of the nightstand. He grabbed a bottle of lube and a condom from the drawer and a cloth from on top of the nightstand and tossed it on the bed before climbing back on top of Murphy. “See? You can behave.”

Murphy laid back down, feeling content to be under Bellamy again. He was pretty sure he’d never felt better than he did in this moment, desperate or not, and having Bellamy on top of him was something he could get used to. “Only when there’s a damn good reason to,” he huffed.

“And you’ve got a good reason now?”

“Yeah. Less torture,” Murphy told him with a snort. “You ever been edged, jackass? You think it’s fun?”

“It think the process to getting there is fun. And yes, I have. Which is how I know that it’ll be worth it when you do get to come. So, just calm down and let me make you feel good, okay, pretty boy?”

Murphy’s stomach did a flip at the nickname but he tried to keep himself composed, “Okay, but if you don’t, I get to use the flogger on you.”

“If I don’t make you come harder than you’ve ever come before tonight, then you can use anything in the room on me that you want, deal?” Bellamy bargained, knowing without a doubt he wouldn’t lose.

“Deal. Now, will you just get to it?” Murphy asked, then, upon seeing Bellamy’s raised eyebrow, he added, “Please?”

“Sure, Murphy. Get settled and then I’ll get back to it. You still at a six?”

“Maybe a five. Won’t take much to get me back to a six, though. Just, fuck, Bell, will you please get back to it? I need you to touch me again,” Murphy whined, feeling a little pathetic.

“Yeah, baby? You still desperate?”

“Has the situation changed any?” Murphy demanded.

Bellamy snorted, “No, I guess not. Spread your legs for me, baby, and I’ll get on with it.”

“Good,” Murphy huffed, spreading his legs for Bellamy.

“Look at you, all on display like a whore,” Bellamy said, running a hand up Murphy’s thigh. “Bet you love this, feeling all exposed like this. Should take a picture so I can keep it to remind me of how cute you are when you behave.”

“You can,” Murphy told him, quietly. “If you want.”

“I don’t need to, baby. I’ve got something better than a picture. I’ve got you, and I’m pretty sure it won’t take long before you behave for me all the time,” Bellamy smirked, trailing his fingers down Murphy’s shaft, loving the way Murphy’s breath hitched.

He let his hand wander lower, rubbing the stretch of skin between Murphy’s balls and his ass before pressing a finger against Murphy’s hole, Murphy bucking down onto it. “So eager, aren’t you? God, what a slut. Just can’t wait to have your tight ass filled up. Bet you’ve been waiting for it all week, fantasizing about it, about how it would feel to have me inside you.”

“Mhm,” Murphy whimpered as Bellamy pulled his hand away and popped the cap of the lube bottle.

Bellamy coated his fingers and returned them to Murphy’s ass, pressing on in while Murphy hissed in pleasure, bucking down onto it biting his lip to hold back his moans.

“No, don’t do that. I want to hear you, I want to hear every noise you make, no matter how pathetic or desperate,” Bellamy said before pressing a kiss to Murphy’s chest. “Wanna hear you moan and whimper and beg like the whore you are.”

Murphy let go of his lip and took a shuddery breath as Bellamy thrust his finger insider of him. He let out a quiet moan and let his head drop back as Bellamy teased him.

“You back at a six yet?”

“I was at a six the second you touched my ass,” Murphy admitted.

“Good boy. Tell me when you’re at a nine, okay?”

“Uh-huh. Can you, it might be awkward, but do you think you could kiss me?” Murphy asked quietly.

Bellamy grinned and slipped a second finger in before coming up a little further on the bed, stretching so that he could cradle Murphy’s head in his other hand to pull him into a kiss. It was a little awkward, but the feel of Murphy’s lips on his made it all worth it. Murphy moaned into the kiss as Bellamy thrust his fingers into him, crooking them just right and finding that little bundle of nerves that drove him crazy. Murphy let out a loud keen and pulled back, resting his forehead against Bellamy’s as he took shallow breaths in between moans as Bellamy continues to hit that spot with each thrust of his fingers.

“Shh, I’ve got you. Feel good?”

Murphy nodded and pressed a kiss to the side of Bellamy’s mouth. “Want you to touch me.”

“Where?” Bellamy asked him, sliding his hand down Murphy’s neck.

“Anywhere. Everywhere. I just want to feel your hands on me, Bell. I need you. Please!”

Bellamy nodded and pulled away, adjusting himself so his position wasn’t so awkward so that he could run his hand across Murphy’s chest, finding one of his nipples and rubbing his thumb across it, Murphy arching into the touch with a groan as Bellamy added a third finger. He pinched at the nipple, Murphy letting out another moan that went straight to Bellamy’s dick. He latched his lips onto the other one, sucking on it and nipping at it while Murphy pulled on his restraints, wanting desperately to touch Bellamy but not being able to. He loved the restraints, but dammit, the next time they did this he was going to tangle his fucking hands in those curls and pull Bellamy up to his face so he could kiss him if he had to break the straps himself.

Bellamy twisted his fingers inside of him and Murphy let out a mewl that made Bellamy smirk against his skin. He pulled back, “What are you at?”

“Eight, almost nine. Don’t stop, please, don’t stop!” Murphy begged, panting and bucking his hips down onto Bellamy’s fingers.

Bellamy nodded and began to thrust his fingers faster, Murphy choking back a moan that would have been too loud.

“Don’t do that, baby. You can be as loud as you want. We’re underground and my neighbors keep their tv up all night. You can scream if you want to, so don’t worry. I want you to be loud, okay? I wanna know how much you like it,” Bellamy said as he angled his fingers again, rubbing against Murphy’s prostate with every thrust.

“Fuck, Bell!” The scream tore itself from Murphy’s throat. “Fuck, I’m there, Bell! Stop or I’m gonna come!”

Bellamy stilled his hand and pulled away from Murphy, grabbing for the cloth he’d tossed on the bed earlier so he could wipe the extra lube off his hand. “You doing okay, baby?”

“’M fine,” Murphy nodded, keeping his head on the pillows. “Wanna come so bad, though. You’re gonna let me after this, right?”

“Yeah. I’m gonna fuck you and you can come with my cock in your ass like a good little bitch, okay?” Bellamy said, back to rubbing circles on Murphy’s skin. “Need water?”

“Yeah. Please.”

Bellamy nodded and grabbed for the bottle he’d given Murphy earlier, crawling up the bed to sit next to Murphy so he could hold the bottle for him. Murphy sat up, covered in sweat and looking disheveled and fucked out and Bellamy thought it was the most adorable thing in the world. “You look so pretty, baby.”

“I look and feel pathetic.”

“You’re not. You’re desperate and it’s the hottest thing in the world knowing how badly you want my cock,” Bellamy smirked, holding out the bottle.

Murphy took a long drink before pulling back and taking a few deep breaths. “If I’m so hot, why don’t you kiss me?”

“Give me a second and I will,” Bellamy grinned, putting the cap back on the water and setting it to the side before straddling Murphy’s waist and leaning down to press a quick kiss to his lips before pulling back.

“That’s not a kiss.”

“Technically, it was.”

“Get your ass down here and kiss me properly,” Murphy demanded.

“Is that you stepping out of line?”

“No,” Murphy whined. “Please, just kiss me properly.”

“What’s the obsession with me kissing you?” Bellamy asked. “Not that I mind, of course, but I’m curious. Tell me, truthfully, and I’ll kiss you properly.”

“You didn’t do it the first time and you’re really good at it and I love the feeling of having you touch me and I just really want you to kiss me, okay? I like being kissed,” Murphy said, frustrated.

Bellamy grinned, “I’m good at it, huh?”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t get a big head. I told you, now keep up your end,” Murphy said, scowling.

“How you can be such a little bitch even while this desperate is beyond me,” Bellamy mused, leaning down.

“It’s a special talent,” Murphy grinned before their lips met.

Bellamy licked at Murphy’s lips and pushed his tongue past them, Murphy moaning into the kiss. Bellamy ran his hands down Murphy’s sides, gently scraping his fingernails against the skin, Murphy whimpering at the feeling. Bellamy mapped out Murphy’s mouth, getting to know every corner before sucking Murphy’s tongue into his mouth and letting the younger boy have control. It was a little clumsy, but Murphy wasn’t bad. He tried to mimic what Bellamy had done and when he bit down on Bellamy’s lip, Bellamy let out a quiet groan that Murphy reveled in, pleased with himself.

Finally, Bellamy broke the kiss to ask, “Where are you?”

“Your dungeon.”

“Murphy.” Jesus fucking Christ. Bellamy was going to have his hands full with this one.

“About a seven. I’ll be good in a couple of minutes,” Murphy sighed, tugging on the restraints. “You know, I love these, but I don’t love not being able to touch you. Next time, you’ve got to let me touch you first. Then you can tie me up. But first I wanna touch you.”

“Funny, I would have taken you for a pillow princess with the way you look,” Bellamy joked.

“Hey, I give as good as I get. I just can’t with these things on me. Makes me feel useless.”

“You’re not useless. I like having you all tied up where you can’t do anything but moan and beg as I do whatever I want to you.”

“So, you don’t mind that I can’t make you feel as good as you’re making me feel?”

“But you are, Murphy. Trust me, having you just like this makes me feel just as good as you do right now. But, you’ll have plenty of chances to touch me later. Tonight, though, is about me showing you how good I can make you feel, because I already know how good you are.”

“All I did was suck you off.”

“And dammit if you don’t have some natural talent for it or something. I swear, I’ve met strippers with less skill than you.”

“You’ve gotten a blow job from a stripper?”

“I met him at my sister’s bachelorette party, took him home, it’s not a thing I brag about, but, it happened,” Bellamy shrugged. “Where are you now?”

“Six. You finally gonna fuck me?” Murphy asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Only if you say please,” Bellamy teased.

“For fuck’s sake. Then just don’t do it.”

“Yeah? You sure about that? Cause I’ll leave you all desperate and tied up until you say please. And only then will I fuck you. But if I have to wait longer than two minutes, I’m not going to let you come at all,” Bellamy threatened.

“Christ. Please, Bell, okay? Please,” Murphy said, tugging at the restraints in frustration.

“You keep doing that and they’re going to rub marks on your wrists.”

“Let them. I’m gonna buy some cover up, anyway, so it doesn’t matter.”

“You’re gonna cover them up?” Here Bellamy thought he liked having marks.

“Just for work. Otherwise I don’t care who sees. But Alie, my manager, is a bitch. She gave me hell for the marks you left last time, but Jaha, the owner, stepped in and told her to knock it the hell off, but she says that I’m scaring away customers by appearing taken,” Murphy shrugged.

“What if I told you I don’t want you to cover them up? What if I said I wanted everyone to know you’re taken and that if they touch you, they’re touching my property, and I’ll kick their ass for it?” Bellamy asked, curious.

“As much as I would love that, and as much as the whole possessive thing turns me on, I can’t jeopardize my job for a kink. I’d love to walk around and let everyone know I belong to you, and I plan to, but only outside of work. Inside that building, my ass is owned by Jaha and I have to do what he says,” Murphy shrugged, a little angrily. Jaha wasn’t a bad boss, but still, he hated working there, unfortunately, it was the only place he knew he could work where he wouldn’t get in trouble for his clothes or have to use a cash register. It beat retail and fast food, at least.

“I see.” That was a shame, because he liked the idea of Murphy appearing taken at work. Maybe then random people wouldn’t grope him. But, it was Murphy’s life. He could do whatever he wanted. “Still at a six?”

“Yeah. Can we get back to the actual fucking now? Cause I’m hard and I’ve been hard for over an hour now and I just really need to come, okay?” Murphy whined. “Please? Not that I don’t love talking to you, but there’s a time and a place and this isn’t it.”

“Sure, Murphy,” Bellamy nodded. He grabbed the bottle of lube from the bedspread and moved back so he was settled between Murphy’s legs. He tore open the condom and rolled it on before opening the lube and squeezing some into his hand so he could slick himself up before lining up with Murphy’s hole. “Alright, baby, you ready?”

Murphy nodded, biting his lip. As much as Bellamy loved hearing him moan, he couldn’t deny the sight was a hot one. He looked so debauched and needy that Bellamy couldn’t resist him. Murphy could have asked him for anything in that moment and he would have given it to him. He was glad Murphy agreed to the no criminal activity thing before they started this, because there was no way Bellamy would ever be able to say no to him now, criminal or not.

Bellamy pushed in, Murphy throwing his head back and letting out a loud moan, “Fuck, Bell!”

“You sound like a fucking whore, you know that? God, you sound so pretty. You look like a whore, too, all fucked out and needy, so desperate for my cock that you can barely stand it. You just need to be fucked, don’t you? You can’t stand not being filled up and fucked open like the little slut you are. Fuck, Murphy, you’re such a pretty little slut, too. Bet you’ve been fantasizing about my cock since that night at the club, haven’t you?”

Murphy just moaned as Bellamy slid in all the way, stopping for a moment to let him adjust.

“Tell me, Murphy. Did you? Did you think about how my cock would feel in your ass? Did you imagine what this would be like?” Bellamy demanded.

“Y-yes!” Murphy nodded, his hands turning to fists. “God, Bell, yes! Every night. Wanted to suck you off, wanted you to fuck me hard and rough until I screamed your name. Wanted you to fill me up and make me beg to come like a little whore. Wanted you to treat me like one, tie me up and fuck me whenever you wanted.”

“Fuck, Murphy, that what you want? You want me to treat you like a whore?” Bellamy asked, beginning to move slowly.

“Yes! Fuck, y-yes! I want you to use me, treat me like your little slut. Want you to order me to drop everything and fuck you whenever you want me to. Want to wear a plug for you so I’m ready to take your cock all the time. Want you to treat me like a whore and fuck my face until you come down my throat and make me swallow it all. God, Bell!”

“I’ll give you that. You want me to make you scream, Murphy? Want me to make you beg and moan and whimper like the whore you are?” Bellamy asked, speeding up his pace. He doubted either of them would last long. Murphy was already so close and Bellamy had been wanting this for too long to not give in and to it. Plus, if he carried it out for too long, it would only torture Murphy further and he was pretty sure he’d done that enough for one night.

Murphy whimpered as Bellamy sped up even more, setting a decent pace as he watched Murphy struggled against to restraints. He’d get used to them eventually, but it was quite the sight to see him trying to break free so that he could grab ahold of Bellamy. Maybe next time he’d fuck him without the straps, so Murphy could grab onto him and dig his nails into his back and Bellamy could press himself up against him.

“Bell, oh, fuck!” Murphy groaned, tossing his head to the side and exposing his neck. Bellamy grinned to himself and leaned forward, wrapping Murphy’s legs around his waist so that he could fuck him deeper and press more kisses to his neck.

The second Murphy felt Bellamy’s lips against his skin, he let out a whimper and bared his neck even more, wanting nothing more than for Bellamy to leave marks that wouldn’t fade for at least a week. Bellamy began to bite and suck marks into his skin as Murphy moaned.

He kept up that pace until Murphy begged, “Harder, please, Bell, harder!”

Bellamy sped up and started thrusting harder, wanting to make Murphy come harder than he’d ever come before. He’d already done that once, but he knew this time he could do even better if he tried. He thrust faster and angled his thrusts, searching for the spot that would drive Murphy wild until Murphy tightened his legs around him and let out a scream of “Bellamy!” followed by a choked sob, telling him he’d found it.

“You okay, Murphy?” Bellamy asked, wanting to check in to make sure he wasn’t getting overwhelmed.

“Fuck, please, Bell, don’t stop!” Murphy begged. “Faster, please! I’m so close, Bell.”

Bellamy obliged, speeding up and thrusting as hard as he dared, not wanting to hurt Murphy too much, since he had work the next day and Bellamy doubted he could ask him to stay over the first night, so he couldn’t exactly make sure he was alright in the morning. He fucked into him, hard and rough, but with enough finesse not to hurt him too bad. He held Murphy’s hips in his hands and pulled him down to meet each thrust as he left bruises across his neck. There wasn’t going to be much space left on his neck come morning and Bellamy was proud of that.

“Bell, can I, please, can I come?” Murphy pleaded. “I’m so close, Bell!”

“Number?”

“Nine. I don’t think I can hold back, Bell. Please, can I?” Murphy begged, closing his eyes and grabbing a hold of the straps so he had something to hang on to.

“Yeah, baby, go ahead,” Bellamy allowed, thrusting a little bit harder, Murphy letting out a loud keen that tipped Bellamy even closer to the edge. Bellamy took Murphy’s dick into his hand and stroked him in time with his thrusts, Murphy almost screaming in pleasure.

It didn’t take too many more thrusts before Murphy came with a scream of “Fuck, oh, fuck, Bellamy!” as Bellamy fucked into him, hard and fast, his own climax fast approaching. With a groan his came, fucking Murphy through it before slowing his pace to a stop and resting his head on Murphy’s shoulder as they came down from their high.

Bellamy took a few deep breaths, trying to reorient himself with the world before he was up, tying the condom off and then freeing Murphy’s wrists before gathering up the trash and going to get a washcloth to clean them up.

Bellamy returned quickly and wiped Murphy down while the boy rubbed his wrists a little shakily. “You okay, baby?”

“Y-yeah. My limbs feel like jelly, but I’m good,” Murphy assured him, scooting over in the bed so Bellamy could lie down next to him. Bellamy hadn’t been lying. That was the hardest he’d ever came in his life, he’d gone well past stars this time. “I’m just gonna stay here for a minute, if you don’t mind.”

“Stay as long as you want,” Bellamy said, laying down beside Murphy. “You did so good, pretty boy.”

“Yeah?” Murphy smiled. “Felt a bit pathetic, actually.”

“You weren’t.”

“I was desperate and needy and-”

“Sexy as hell, too, don’t forget that one,” Bellamy grinned. “I think it’s cute when you’re desperate. That’s why I do it. I like getting you all worked up. If I thought it made you pathetic, I wouldn’t do it. It doesn’t, baby, I promise.”

“As long as you’re sure,” Murphy shrugged.

“I am,” Bellamy nodded. He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind Murphy’s ear before pressing a soft kiss to hip lips. “You did very good, Murphy. Very good.”

Murphy smiled and cuddled up to Bellamy, feeling like he should be embarrassed by his willingness to cuddle up to him, but too blissed out to care. Bellamy wrapped his arms around him and stroked his hair, holding him close and whispering sweet words to him.

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