[ murphy couldn't begin to guess what's going on in kavinsky's head, but the fuck and that short, sweet cry are enough to give him motivation to keep going, sucking at the crown of his dick, trying to decide how he feels about the salty taste of him. the half-question has him blinking up, lips still pressed to the tip of his cock, already wet and red a bit. ]
Yeah. Got it.
[ murphy's always been a quick study. adaptable, they call it when it's things like survival and cooking and throwing knives. seems it applies to sucking cock too, though no one else really had the privilege to see that happen until now. he gets back to work, building up more saliva, and sinking lower on him, tongue cradling kavinsky's cock, lips carefully pursed around him. it's slow, but he's taking his time, following instructions, trying to remember whatever'd been done to him before.
he actively sucks at him, and it pulls hollows in his cheeks, inside of his mouth hugging around kavinsky's dick, pressuring pulling at him, and he takes in as much as he can, goes as low on him as he can before he starts to gag (which murphy tries to play off quietly, hoping it goes unnoticed.) ]
no subject
Yeah. Got it.
[ murphy's always been a quick study. adaptable, they call it when it's things like survival and cooking and throwing knives. seems it applies to sucking cock too, though no one else really had the privilege to see that happen until now. he gets back to work, building up more saliva, and sinking lower on him, tongue cradling kavinsky's cock, lips carefully pursed around him. it's slow, but he's taking his time, following instructions, trying to remember whatever'd been done to him before.
he actively sucks at him, and it pulls hollows in his cheeks, inside of his mouth hugging around kavinsky's dick, pressuring pulling at him, and he takes in as much as he can, goes as low on him as he can before he starts to gag (which murphy tries to play off quietly, hoping it goes unnoticed.) ]