Bellamy’s broad hand encroached on Murphy’s throat, and fuck, he felt dizzy with panic and horrified arousal. Perhaps he’d overstepped his boundaries after mentioning Octavia. Perhaps he should’ve kept his mouth shut. Luckily, Bellamy’s anger took a sharp turn after Roman’s title was mentioned. Oh. The muffled gasp Murphy gave when Bellamy gripped his hair was sweet; the sound of him choking at the swift, relentless tug of follicles was sweeter; the blinding pain of it was a relief. Stars exploded behind closed eyelids, and he cried out: a broken façade of Bellamy’s name. 

Bellamy’s lips were so close, and Murphy wanted to reach forward and kiss them properly. However, he was rooted in place, held still by Bellamy’s intoxicating grip; Bellamy growled against Murphy’s lips and made him shudder.

“Ah, shit – yeah, you got me Bellamy. Guilty as charged.”

Then Bellamy abruptly wrapped his hand around the younger boy’s cock, all fire-hot and firm, sweetened with by the faint rasp of callouses, and Murphy entirely forgot to be angry. The pleasure made his head foggy once more. He moaned, and Bellamy’s hand slid more easily now, slick and smooth, the rosy head of Murphy’s prick slipping in and out of his fist; Bellamy thumbed at it roughly, let his nails press into the shaft for a moment—and oh, that was almost too much.

“I can’t—I can’t— Bell please, like that, I’m gonna cum—”

Murphy could not hold back forever, and it was all over when Bellamy bit down on his throat and ground against the crux of nerves inside of him. Murphy’s climax came upon him, unstoppable as an earthquake; the world imploded in a cataclysm of ecstasy, with a delirious protestation of Bellamy’s name, a shout that echoed throughout the room; it left Murphy trembling, his legs almost unfit to bear him. His tight walls clenched and seized around Bellamy, pumping his cock like never before. 

Cum dripped from Murphy’s palm as he hunched over and breathed harshly. His clean hand reached unconsciously back to Bellamy’s cheek in something that was almost a caress; Bellamy had done this him, had undone Murphy lord to such a degree that he forgot for a moment to be remote. It was almost an unbearably heady feeling. Energy drained away from him like blood seeping into dirt.