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It was Saturday night, and Murphy was horny. Normally he'd take care of it himself, but right now he wanted something a little better than his hand. And that something's name was Dallas. So Murphy stood, stretched out the kinks in his neck, and walked over to the front door of his apartment. Since it was late they both had their doors closed, but Murphy knew Dallas' was unlocked. He didn't bother knocking; he never did when he was in this kind of mood. Instead Murphy simply opened the door, stepped inside, and shut it behind him. Dallas was sitting on the couch, watching a cooking competition show. Murphy didn't say anything as he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, then pushed both them and his boxers to the floor, allowing his erection to spring free. "I've got a little problem," he said, one eyebrow raised. "Think you can help me take care of it?"

Could someone pass out from having too many orgasms? Clarke didn't know, but she was well on her way to finding out. "Holy fuck, Bell," she breathed, looking down at the man currently between her legs. All she could see of him was his curls, which she had gripped in her fingers. She was coming down from her fourth - or was it fifth? - orgasm in the span of the last fifteen minutes and her entire body was flooded with pleasure. Her legs were trembling, her face flushed. She had no idea Bellamy had such a talented tongue. "I think I need some water. But I don't want you to stop. I don't ever want you to stop." They'd barely made it through dinner before they had moved to the bedroom, pulling clothes off along the way. Before Clarke had known what was happening Bellamy was between her legs, pulling her panties off and gracing her with that amazing mouth of his. She laid her head back against the bed, grinning as she ran her fingers through Bellamy's hair. "Let's see if you can break my own personal record."

Clarke had been unsure at first - not because she was squeamish when it came to kinks or anything - but because she didn't want to accidentally hurt John. But when they'd figured out a way for him to let her know if it was too much, three taps on her thigh, since he wouldn't exactly be able to talk, she felt a lot better about it. Now that they were in the moment, her riding him, Clarke wasn't sure if she could actually do it. What if she mistook the taps for him getting into it? What if - oh god, what if she made him pass out? That would be mortifying. But the way he was looking at her, like she hung the stars in the sky (and okay, cliché, but so what?) and his hips thrusting up, driving his cock in even deeper, she just...went for it. Wrapped her hands around John's throat how he showed her and squeezed. "You like that?" Clarke murmured, voice low and sultry. "I bet it'll feel even better when you're cumming inside of me and you're gasping for breath that won't come." She squeezed just a little bit tighter, moaning as her movements grew faster. She was nearing her own edge, and she wanted to bring John with her.

It was kind of ridiculous, how long it took Murphy and Eddie to finally sleep together. Almost from their very first meeting Murphy had been hinting that he wanted to fuck Eddie - as in, he came right out and said it, leaning against the doorway, looking the other man up and down. The words slipped right out: "You have no idea how badly I want to bend you over and fuck you right now." When Eddie had given him a wide-eyed stare and mumbled something about checking the laundry, Murphy realized he might have been a little too forward. But now here they are, both naked, Murphy covering Eddie's bare chest in kisses. He'd already stretched him out, taking it slow, letting Eddie relax into it. Giving him time to adjust and tell him to stop if he needed to take a second to breathe. The man was gorgeous, his skin flushed, pupils blown wide with desire. At some point Murphy couldn't take it anymore; he had to be inside of him. So as Murphy captured Eddie's lips in a searing kiss he filled him up, moaning against his mouth. Oh, it had so been worth the wait.